I watched as my grandfather stood strong once again to his feet. “What can you do now, Xeon? Age has made you weak. Once I’m done with you, I’ll go back and kill the rest of our family and destroy the city!’’ Iolite shouted.
Just as I was about to lose hope that my grandfather would win, out of nowhere, I started hearing a loud whistling sound accompanied by the strong winds rushed through the area surrounding my grandfather. The look my grandfather had on his face was unmistakably filled with determination.
He shouted, “Age may have its hold on me, but it is my experience and the support of my love ones that guides me!” as he charged at his brother. “What! What are you doing!” exclaimed Iolite. My grandfather yelled back, “What I should have done years ago! The fight between us ends here. No more will our family be at your mercy. ANCIENT SWORD ART! Whistling Blade of Judgment!”
There was a lively blaze of light and dark energies intermixed in front of me. I watched as the red and green energies converged and the secret of what actually happened to my grandfather was revealed at last.
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