I regressed and became the Sword Ice King

Raph steered his body to the left, dodging the lightning sparrow and quickly turned around.

He stretched out his left hand towards his chest as cold air escaped his lips.

"Snow Igloo".

A cold chill surrounded him, and a thick fog formed an impenetrable igloo. It was the size of his body and it formed just before the bird of lightning, turned around and struck him.

Marking Spells, as the name suggests, are used to mark targets for projectile magic. Once one has been marked by it, they are surely to get hit. This was something he had noticed a long while ago and he didn't need a second reminder to know her attacks will always hit.

The force of the attack blew the igloo open and pushed him away. He quickly maintained his composure and stopped the momentum of his movement with his sword.

Looking up into the sky, his brows furrowed deeply and a scowl crossed his face.

Ciara floated in the air, an aura of splendor surrounded her, like a magnet and her gaze was stern, filled with arrogance.

She stretched her hands forward.

"7th tier high magic : Call of the Lightning".

Her fingers splayed out as if attached to strings as green lightning sparked at their very tips.

Raph grunted, his gaze filled with determination. He swiftly dodged to his left as lightning struck the spot were he had just been.

It caused a deep crater within the Arena ground and small lightning sparks emitted from the crater as an aftermath.

Ciara tilted her body to his new position and shot out Lightning again but he simply and quickly disappeared and reappeared in a safer location.

Annoyance flickered accross her face as she bit her lips. Her eyes narrowed, her gaze piercing and intense.

She continued with her assault. Sending waves after waves of lightning at him but he was a second quicker than her lightning attacks or she was a second slower than his movements.

A scenario that didn't make sense to her. Her attacks may not be as fast as light but they were surely faster than sound.

After all, it was a mere 343 m/s, although it is probably subject to change under different conditions.

And still it seemed like Raph was quicker than her attacks. He dodged at the last fraction of a second, causing her attacks to miss him completely. Instead, it struck the ground with great force.

It wasn't a projectile magic either. The lightning simply continued to flow down from her fingers without stopping.

It was like a continuous stream of powerful magic which she had difficulty in controlling to strike her target.

After realizing that it was fruitless to continue this sort of assault, she decided to try something else.

Looking down to the ground, she muttered under her breath. "7th tier high magic : Rising tide".

In response, the ground shook as large fountains of water protruded out of it.

Raph had quickly noticed the strange occurrence when he landed on a puddle of water. He had just dodged an incoming blast of lightning.

He looked up at Ciara. His lips curled into a wicked grin as he thought 'Well, This is going to sting'.

He sighed deeply, a cold breath exuding from his lips. It turned his lower lip bright cerulean.

The puddle of water had grown through out the Arena by now and rose until it reached his shin.

Ciara didn't waste a second; she shot her lightning down towards him. She did not expect him to move away this time.

She was sure that he would try to counter with ice.

It was the only way he had left since the lightning would simply spread through out the water. It was all part of her calculations.

And she was right. A cold breeze diffused through the water, surrounding Raph. The sound of glass breaking echoed throughout the Arena as the lightning struck down.

It crackled, turning the pieces of ice into bits of dust as it ravaged down with great might.

She anticipated him to escape into the air with his ice, though she couldn't think of a way for him to do so.

However, she was right, in a terribly unfortunate way. Discover hidden tales at empire

The ground shook, as large glacial spires sprung out across the surface of the Arena.

Growing larger and reaching the sky.

One had nearly shot out at her but she was quick enough to dodge.

'What ?' She thought to herself, dumbfounded by the might of the ice and snow that formed.

She heard loud footsteps and quickly turned around.

Raph was running accross the glacier. He formed a pathway for himself and he climbed higher and higher. He had nearly reached her and his gaze was fixed madly on her.

She bit her lips, jerking at his intense gaze and raised her hand up in the air.

"7th tier high magic : Sword of Scourge".

In the sky, a mighty sword appeared. Its size and length great as the Eiffel tower. Its blade sparkled with silver steel and its hilt shone with the sun with mighty golden hue. It had pieces of diamonds stuck to the side of the blade contradicting its name. It looked like a sword meant for saving lives.

It casted its shadow on the Stands, causing a frightening feeling to creep up the Audience spines.

Some of them had noticablely, unknowingly to them, taken a step back.

Some climbed up on their seat. The sight of the sword seemed to send a shivering feeling of dread to them.

But the Partriarchs weren't moved.

They were filled with anticipation and long interest. The King simply observed, his expression deep and frightening.

Ciara stretched her hand down as Raph jumped into the air, charging towards her.

He breathed out, a chilling breeze, exuding from his lips. "everything is ice".

The sword flew towards him with great speed though it appeared to be moving in slow motion from an outside point of view.

It was a deceiving sight but he could tell that the sword would appear before he could get close enough to her.

A chilling breeze swept up around him as he swung his sword from his back to his front, clashing with the tip of the large sword.

BOOM.

A sonic explosion occured and it swept throughout the Arena with great might.

BOOM.

It shook again, Raph grunting in pain as the sword pushed forward with its mighty size but his eyes. His eyes were deep and determined-filled.

He wasn't someone that needed to depend on determination to win a battle though.

All he needed was his might and power. The power to shake the world from its very foundation.

That was the power he desperately seeked. He wasn't going to let a mere magical sword defeat his sharp blade.

Not today, not ever.

"Chapter 6 : Unparalleled Surge !!!".

His Aura swirled mightily as the head of a dragon surged out of his blade.

He breathed out again and a cold mist escaped his lips.

"Eternal frost".

The cold mist wrapped around the tip of the blade and spread like cancer to the rest of its body.

Large spikes of ice grew with each second as it consumed the sword steadily and quickly, reducing its impact in the process.

Ciara had noticed the abnormally and her expression had contorted deeply into annoyance.

'Why ? Why won't he lose ?! How does he keep struggling ?!' She asked herself and quickly floated away as a spike of ice grew towards her.

It grew suddenly and quickly, piercing through her skin and leaving a cold burn on it. Though, she escaped successfully.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Raph swung his sword as it cut through the tip of the Large blade like butter.

The head of the dragon roared bitterly as it rushed out of his blade unto the large sword in a second.

And in another second, a large explosion occurred.

It blew Raph backwards, but he quickly coated himself with snow as he crashed into the glacier.

The tip of the large blade turned into shards of ice, as the explosion spread gradually to the top of the sword.

It fell to the ground ungracefully, a different feeling creeping into the skins of those that watched the scene unfold.

Was it perhaps surprise ? Or Awe ? Or maybe Fascination ? No one was sure of what they felt.

All they could do was watch the large sword crumble into tiny shards of ice as it fell down to the ground.

Ciara stared in shock. Her mouth was left slightly agape when she felt a presence charge towards her.

She wasn't even given a moment to process what had occured.

She turned towards the presence, noticing Raph's blade had already reached her. She quickly dropped her body down, dodging the attack by a hair's breadth.

But Raph refused to let her go unscathed. He turned his gaze downwards, staring deeply into the eyes of Ciara as she glared at him.

His eyes sparkled. A hint of malevolent intention surged in them.

Ciara felt her body tremble and jerk as she continued to stare in his eyes. It felt like she could not look away. Almost like she was tranced into staring at them. The beauty was nearly obsessive and yet, yet she felt dread.

It was affecting her in a terrible way.

A way that she could not understand.

Her lips quivered and her eyes dilated. Cold sweat formed on her forehead and a feeling of dread grasped her heart. '....what…what is he doing to me ?'.