Echo Bringer Chapter 8: Echoes Beneath the Veil
The tunnel narrowed as the party delved deeper, the air growing thick with mana. The ground underfoot shifted—then trembled. With a shriek like shattering crystal, monsters of jagged translucent form burst from the cave walls, drawn to the hum of energy surrounding Masri.
Kael’Aer’s wings spread wide in alarm. “Sonic Constructs! Born of raw mana and vibration. Silence or we fuel them!”
The group split without a word, instincts taking hold. The Lightbringer Knights responded immediately—each radiating their elemental presence like celestial warriors brought to life.
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Sir Aelric of the Flamebrand stepped forward, his weapon a burning greatsword forged in dragonbone, its hilt pulsing with fire runes. His every swing left embers in the air. Yet he held back—controlling his power to maintain silence. He swept low, cutting a construct's legs in one smooth arc, then twisted his wrist to unleash a flaming glyph silently searing the crystal core.
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Lady Seraphine of the Glimmerflow, a water-element knight with twin crescent sabers, danced like flowing silk. She moved among the monsters with ethereal grace, slicing limbs with silent waves of condensed moisture. With each spin, her sabers shimmered like moonlight on a lake. One crystal beast lunged—she simply stepped aside and froze it solid with a whisper of frost.
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Dren of the Silver Wind, the rogue-like knight with chakram blades of stormsteel, spun his weapons so fast they looked like bladed halos. Electricity crackled silently as he bounced off walls, slicing through constructs in quick flickering flurries. He winked at Masri mid-fight: “Still quiet, boss.”
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Thorne of Stonewall, the earth-elemental, wielded a massive hammertusk glaive. He stood like a fortress, blocking Masri’s flank. He rarely moved—when he did, constructs shattered like glass under mountains. A soft stomp from him created a quake that unbalanced the enemies without noise.
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Masri, at the center, closed his eyes.
His breath slowed, the sound of the fight fading in his mind.
Resonance Initiate... Intermediate... Advanced...
He could feel every vibration—footsteps, wingbeats, breaths. His body pulsed with energy, veins glowing faint blue. Sonic Resonance: Final Tier—Conqueror’s Vein—UNLOCKED.
A wave of soundless pressure blasted out from him. The constructs near him paused, their forms rippling as if hearing something beyond their dimension.
Masri opened his eyes—burning with focused intensity.
“Let’s end this,” he whispered.
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He launched into Sonido Rush, his body vanishing and reappearing like a blur of light and shockwave. He danced between constructs, landing precise strikes enhanced by Conqueror’s Vein, his fists vibrating at subsonic frequency—rupturing the creatures’ cores without a sound.
Kael’Aer, observing from above, narrowed his eyes.
“He’s not training anymore... He’s declaring war.”
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As the last construct fell and the final shard scattered into the mist, silence returned—but it was no longer fragile. It was earned.
The team stood still, catching their breath. Dren smirked. “So... that was fun.”
Masri didn’t answer. His gaze was fixed ahead.
A sealed elven gate loomed before them, its center bearing a glowing sigil of ancient language.
Kael’Aer landed beside him. “Are you ready, Masri?”
Masri nodded slowly. “I’ve become what I needed to be. And I’ll keep going. The Conqueror’s path isn’t for the weak.”
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