An unfamiliar voice sounded in Arran’s mind, speaking to him. The words the voice uttered were filled with reproachful disappointment but also supreme confidence as if the situation Arran was faced with was of no consequence at all. Just after hearing this voice, Arran’s consciousness was suddenly pulled inward and he found himself inside his dreamscape. Here, three stars shone brightly above providing infinite light to the entire dreamscape with the highest of the three stars shining the brightest among all of them. These three stars were the cores of Arran natal weapon, Star Trinity. Of the three of them, Arran was already acquainted with two of them, Zaburi and Veil. As for the last star, although it shone the brightest, its presence was greatly withdrawn and silent as if it was asleep. In all the years that had passed, arran had never succeeded in connecting to the consciousness of that star. It had always remained asleep, refusing every time to connect with arran. But at
When Arran woke up, he was met with darkness once more. What had seemed like a long time had passed turned out to only be an instant in reality. It was like he had never entered his dreamscape at all, as if everything was an illusion fashioned by his desire for a miracle. But Arran knew it was real because the proof of it all was right in his hand. Right now, he was wielding a different weapon from before. It was a long staff, dark as the blackest obsidian with hoop-like white rings etched on its body in looping patterns. Grasping the long staff, Arran felt its weight lying heavily in his hand with rough grainy lines creating a texture akin to polished wood that felt comfortable against the grip of his palm. The staff was about 2.1 meters long, its length towering over Arran by a few centimeters. While wielding the staff, a surge of confidence unmistakably grew within Arran as if with only it in his hands, Arran could overturn the heavens. Soran’s voice came into Arran’s mind a
Arran hadn't yet experienced Soran’s ability for himself. Yet the feelings he got while holding the staff made him believe that he could fight Kasack on equal ground and even defeat him. Whereas, Kasack was filled with shock from having his power broken through. Just then, when Arran broke the darkness surrounding him, Kasack had felt a powerful force hitting him which sent him retreating away and losing control of his body for a moment. When Kasack regained his footing, he looked around in alarm wondering where that force had come from and thinking that perhaps the Aeth reinforcements had arrived. Thinking of this, Kasack was reminded of when he and Arran had first met and he had been prevented from killing the young man through the intervention of Commander Margo and her team. Remembering the sorry state he had been left in back then and thinking that it was happening all over again, Kasack gnashed his teeth in rage and looked around fiercely, ready to fight whoever interrupted
Arran and Kasack met in a storm of clashes that sent ripples spiraling through space from the center of their collisions. Powerful blast waves of force originated from the two of them as they met blow for blow. Arran spun his staff in an amazing display of staff techniques, twirling the shaft dexterously between his fingers and palms, creating swirling loops of energy currents all around him. Adaptability had always been Arran’s strong suit. He had never trained in spear arts before yet the length of Soran’s body and the weight in his hand was familiar to him as if he was an extension of his entire body. With Soran, Arran's dimensional refraction technique found new meaning as he rapidly developed variants of it to go along with wielding Soran. New Moon Technique: Exploding Nova Style — Many Fold Sweep! Arran in a flurry of rapid sweeps employed the newly created variant of his New Moon Technique creating a powerful rain of concussive shockwaves around him arising from the imp
Arran and Kasack met in a storm of clashes that sent ripples spiraling through space from the center of their collisions. Powerful blast waves of force originated from the two of them as they met blow for blow. Arran spun his staff in an amazing display of staff techniques, twirling the shaft dexterously between his fingers and palms, creating swirling loops of energy currents all around him. Adaptability had always been Arran’s strong suit. He had never trained in spear arts before yet the length of Soran’s body and the weight in his hand was familiar to him as if he was an extension of his entire body. With Soran, Arran's dimensional refraction technique found new meaning as he rapidly developed variants of it to go along with wielding Soran. New Moon Technique: Exploding Nova Style — Many Fold Sweep! Arran in a flurry of rapid sweeps employed the newly created variant of his New Moon Technique creating a powerful rain of concussive shockwaves around him arising from the imp
Ever since the fight began after Arran displayed his new weapon, Kasack had been feeling a stifling amount of emotions welling up inside him, all of them negative. Anger, shame, fear, insecurity… all of these emotions built up within Kasack as arran successfully parried each and every one of his attacks while gradually gaining the upper hand and successfully counterattacking occasionally. It didn’t matter what attack or ability Kasack threw at arran, the Aeth was always able to break through it forcefully which drove Kasack to madness. It was all that accursed staff’s fault! Kasack blamed the current situation on Soran because, without the staff, arran would have fallen before him by now. This is what Kasack believed… if Arran had never gotten his hands on Soran he would have died by Kasack’s hand. Yet no matter what reasons Kasack sought to comfort himself, it didn’t change the reality of the current situation. From being able to match him to gradually outclassing him in techni
Arran’s stance left little room for maneuvering, making it hard for him to dodge. He could only block if he wanted to remain unharmed. But if he did that, then he would give up this opportunity to Kasack. Their positions would be switched leaving arran open to further attacks. Yet, dodging or blocking, arran did neither, maiming his position as if getting ready for an impressive layup. Flash! Time appeared slow but was incredibly fast. From the moment arran moved within two feet of Kasack and adopted his stance to when the dark light beam was fired from the dark star planet… everything happened in an instant. In the next instant, the dark light beam arrived. Phsw! The light beam pierced Kasack’s body like a sharp knife, entering through his back and coming out from his chest, leaving a searing hole two centimeters wide sizzling in Kasack’s body from which the rich smell of burnt flesh pervaded. The dark light beam was so powerful that not even a Shade Lord like Kasack could
Kasack was sent flying after being hit by Arran. His chest was sunken and bloodied from the barrage of staff thrusts delivered to him and a mouth full of blood burst from Kasack’s mouth. Kasack was severely damaged, his injuries extremely grevious. But the most severe blow done to Kasack was the blow to his mind and ego. Despite everything, despite all the preparations and plans he had made, Kasack still hadn’t succeeded in killing Arran, yet it was he who was left battered and on the brink of death once again. This thought, Kasack could not bear it. His previous shame which he had hidden beneath a well of anger and rage resurfaced once more, bursting onto the surface like an erupting volcano. Aaaahhhhhh! Kasack didn’t know who was screaming so desperately. In his daze, he heard a voice filled with fury and indignation. His mind was foggy from the impact of Arran’s blows and the bruise on his pride and ego. When the fog finally cleared a little, that is when Kasack realized that