Otaku Translation: The Amber Sword V3C74

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Chapter 74: The King Beneath the Earth, Part 25

The sensation of impending death was like plunging into an icy abyss, a bone-deep chill that froze him solid. A thin layer of frost crept across his skin, locking his body in place—though the blade had yet to touch him, its cold intent already pierced his heart.

Brandon felt his chest tighten as instinct screamed at him to evade the killing blow. But he was too late. Time seemed to freeze as a sharp sting pricked his back. His nerves tensed, and for a fleeting moment, despair gripped him: Is this the end?

But then—

A flash of blue light erupted from his form, accompanied by the sharp ring of steel meeting steel. The old man immediately retreated, pursued by the glowing figure. In the span of a breath, their blades clashed ten times—a first for Brandon’s grandfather, who had never been forced back so decisively. He withdrew further, raising his sword only to find it snapped cleanly in half.

This dizzying exchange unfolded in an instant. One moment, the crowd held their breaths as Brandon teetered on the brink of disaster; the next, the tide had turned completely. Still frozen in shock, Brandon turned his head to see a spectral woman standing between him and his attackers. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, her right hand holding an elven rapier pointed slightly downward, its tip trembling faintly.

The Soul of the Sacred Seal.

On the other side of the barrier, Kulan stared at the apparition, stunned. Who was she? He recognized her origins but couldn’t place her among any familiar figures. His own Soul of the Sacred Seal was Solas the Windcutter, while Tobbs bore the spirit of Glaive the Pale Swordsman. Yet here stood a woman—not one of the male knights he expected. Though several female knights existed among the legendary Twenty-Four, their fighting styles were ill-suited for men.

And then there was Saya, the Whisperer of Winds—but she wielded a bow, not a blade, and was always depicted with a ponytail and flowing cloak.

Clearly, this wasn’t her.

What shocked Kulan most, however, was the fact that this Soul of the Sacred Seal could manifest physically. Such a feat defied everything he knew about these spirits. Both his and Tobbs’ imprints could appear visibly, but they remained purely spiritual entities incapable of interacting with the physical world. Yet here he witnessed this woman exchanging ten blows with Tobbs!

Kulan glanced around the arena, wondering if the Soul of the Sacred Seals held greater power within this semi-fantasy space.

“Still,” he thought, “the boy’s luck isn’t great, drawing such a volatile ally.” Confirming that this was indeed Brandon’s first activation of his Soul of the Sacred Seal, Kulan marveled at the young man’s potential. If he’d come this far without it, where might his limits lie?

He couldn’t say.

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“Young one, this is the second time I’ve saved you.”

Her voice was beautiful, laced with mature rationality. She didn’t turn, but her tone alone painted the image of a strikingly beautiful woman exuding grace and poise.

“Who are you?” Brandon asked, dumbfounded. Since arriving in this world, he hadn’t known another soul resided within him.

“We’ll talk later,” she replied smoothly. “You’ve improved quickly, but it’s not enough to handle them. Lend me your body.”

Lend my body?

Brandon’s heart raced. He understood what banshees—or ghosts—were capable of: possession, inhabitation. He tried to retreat, but the woman beckoned, and his body moved forward against his will, merging with her ethereal form.

“Fear not,” her voice echoed in his mind. “Focus now on the ring you wear.”

“You…?”

Brandon’s eyes widened as realization dawned. This spirit likely originated from the ring on his finger—the very ring Kulan had shouted about earlier, claiming it was genuine.

The true Ring of the Wind Sovereign? Saint Orlso’s divine artifact? How could that be?

Setting aside how his grandfather came to possess such a thing, the legends described the ring as a relic born from the elemental plane of wind. If Wind’s Rest was the mountain, the Ring of the Wind Sovereign was its crown jewel, granting mastery over wind itself. But what did that have to do with souls—or this woman?

Lost in thought, Brandon barely noticed his grandfather repairing his broken blade. Shadows coiled around the fracture, reshaping into a gleaming silver edge before fading away.

“Stay focused, young one,” the woman warned. “Our connection won’t last long. This isn’t the proper way to use a Sacred Seal.”

“The proper way?” Brandon blinked.

“The purpose of a seal is inheritance. What I’m doing now is forcibly transferring this legacy onto you using my own strength. You’ll understand eventually.”

Shaking his head, Brandon struggled to process the flood of information. Examining the ring again, he saw new details beneath its description:

+1 Agility, Skill – [Wind Blast]

Below that, glowing green text read:

Soul of the Sacred Seal Activation State

“Soul of the Sacred Seal?” Brandon frowned. He’d heard Kulan mention it, but still didn’t grasp its meaning.

At that moment, two notifications flickered at the edge of his vision:

Possession Active

Skill Link Established

The first was straightforward; possessed players received similar warnings to alert them of their condition. But the second puzzled him. Wizards used ritual spells to link mana pools, enabling group casting of powerful magics. Ritual participants received similar alerts and could borrow others’ abilities during the process.

But Brandon wasn’t a wizard.

Curiosity piqued, he opened his skill panel—and nearly recoiled in shock. Before, his profile listed basic roles: Militia, Mercenary (Warrior Class), Elemental Mage (Elementalist Clas), and Scholar as a secondary role, along with a handful of skills like swordsmanship, horsemanship, and elemental connection. Now, three additional classes appeared:

Swordsman.

Blademaster.

Seal Knight.

The first two made sense—Swordsman was a foundational warrior class, and Blademaster a high-tier advancement. But Seal Knight? He’d never even heard of it.

Though players had countless subclass options, few were unknown to Brandon. However, what truly left him astounded were the skills listed under each class—even the lowly Swordsman boasted over ten distinct techniques.

“What is this?” Brandon whispered, overwhelmed. He understood their origin, of course, but just how formidable was this woman? Each skill represented years of practice, combat experience, and accumulated proficiency. Even at levels eighty or ninety, Brandon doubted he’d possessed so many skills.

Granted, most players specialized narrowly, avoiding ‘wasted’ skill points on unrelated abilities. Splitting progress between Warriors and Elementalists, as Brandon did, was a rookie mistake. Yet despite this, the sheer volume of skills before him was staggering.

Such mastery placed her among the elite—perhaps fewer than twenty individuals in all of Vonder could claim comparable prowess. Then again, the Ring of the Wind Sovereign predated this era entirely, hinting at her identity.

“Are you a wind elf?” Brandon asked mentally.

“Hush,” she responded, pressing a slender finger to her lips—a gesture Brandon somehow sensed rather than saw. “I’ll explain later. Your foes approach.”

Startled back to reality, Brandon saw the four adversaries closing in once more.

“Need assistance?”

Glancing at the array of newfound skills, Brandon shook his head. Though previously unable to utilize them, he now felt confident wielding their power. Once a level 130 warrior, he would have stood among the strongest during the Holy War era.

“Oh?” the woman murmured, surprised.

From beyond the barrier, Kulan called out again.

Seeing the fusion of Soul of the Sacred Seal and host, Kulan recalled his own initiation. The torrent of information nearly overwhelmed him then. Yet Brandon stood calmly, seemingly unfazed—an achievement Kulan admired deeply. Few could endure the mental strain of a first-time soul bond.

What Kulan didn’t know was twofold: First, Brandon already housed two souls within him. Second, his innate system had absorbed the informational overload seamlessly.

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