Jinn BLADE
Chapter 133 | Scion

Chapter 133: Chapter 133 | Scion

Seconds passed, and minutes flowed like a steady stream, until finally a full hour had gone by since the moment when Garian—also known as the tyrannical menace, Malgareth—had fallen.

His reign of terror, once feared across entire galaxies, was brought to a decisive end.

Together with his dark companion—Jirael—and the countless corrupted servants who had followed him, including the enigmatic and dangerous Verkaryon, their downfall had been sealed through the combined strength and coordination of Venedix and those who stood at her side.

Even the slaves—Jinn’s very own friends—played their part in this hard-won victory.

In a stroke of fortune, Jinn had been rescued just in time—mere moments before Malgareth could mar or seize the sacred power of an ancient eidra that had long slumbered within Jinn’s very body.

No, not merely in his body... but deep within his soul.

The Muradryn.

A power older than memory, sealed for reasons beyond comprehension.

And during the climax of this long and chaotic battle, Jinn had done more than just survive.

He awakened it.

Or at least... a sliver.

A sliver of the Muradryn’s might stirred within him—specifically, the Muradryn of Fortitude, known by ancient tongues as the Muradryn ofEngkaren.

That fragment surged through his veins like a river of blazing light, empowering him with a strength that pushed him far beyond his limits.

With that borrowed strength, Jinn had done the impossible—he had stood against Verkaryon, fought alone, and prevailed.

And in the end,

It was Jinn who dealt the final blow.

The light of Muradryn pierced the darkness.

It did not merely defeat Malgareth—it tore through the very veil of corrupted eidra that had twisted his soul, purging it, cleansing it, and ending it with radiant judgment.

Several eyes had witnessed the brilliance of the Muradryn’s light—some from afar, others up close.

And among them were those who could not only see it but feel it.

The sheer magnitude of its presence, how it pulsed through the air, how it burned through the darkest corrupted eidra like it was nothing.

A power that did not merely destroy—it purified, cleansed, and reduced the vilest of curses to flickering ash.

Many would not comprehend what they saw.

But he did.

Troy, the renowned genius and Eidric of the Empire, had been watching from the moment the rumors reached his ears—that Venedix had taken on an apprentice.

A fact that shocked many.

For centuries, she had never trained anyone.

Not one.

And now, out of nowhere, she chose him?

Some boy they called Jinn?

At first, Troy had been mildly intrigued.

After all, for someone to earn Venedix’s approval, there had to be something remarkable about him.

But he never expected this.

Not in his lifetime.

That this very boy would turn out to be a Muradryn wielder—one who carried a living fragment of an eidra so ancient and powerful that it was spoken of in hushed tones even in the most guarded imperial archives.

It was the very subject Troy had dedicated much of his life to studying, researching the myths and scraps of forbidden knowledge.

And now, before his eyes, he had seen it with his own senses.

The light.

The truth.

And as Troy’s fascination grew, so too did Venedix’s focus sharpen.

But her reasons were not the same.

While Troy saw potential, Venedix saw something else—inadequacy.

To her, Jinn was still far too weak.

But weakness could be corrected.

Through her guidance, Jinn would learn to fight, to crawl, to rise.

To struggle tooth and nail for every breath, every second, every victory.

And from those trials, something greater would emerge.

Not just a wielder of Muradryn...

But something much more.

Throughout all her life, she had fought in more than hundreds of thousands of battles in the name of the Empire, traveling across galaxies, worlds, and systems beyond count—enslaving, conquering, and slaughtering all those unfortunate enough to stand in the way of her mission.

Her blades had torn through kings, rebels, beasts, and titans.

She had become a legend, a storm of crimson eidra whose name alone sent shivers down the spines of warlords and empires alike.

But then came that fateful moment.

A single meeting that changed everything.

In the middle of blood and chaos, her hand halted for the first time in centuries.

The swing of her twin blades paused—suspended not out of mercy, but because something, deep within her, told her to stop.

Before her was a boy, broken, cold, and dead, his life already slipped away like smoke.

She should have ended him just like that, laying on the ground dead.

Just another pitiful being caught in her way just like always.

Yet she didn’t.

Instead, she reached for something sacred—an eidra crystal that once belonged to her very first apprentice, long dead and remembered only through quiet scars in her memory.

With that crystal, she gave life again.

Not to the past... but to something new.

To Jinn.

And even now, she could not explain why.

The feeling she had felt then... it was foreign, unfamiliar even to someone who had long abandoned emotions.

Did she sense something buried deep within the boy long before she even knew he held Muradryn?

Or... was it something greater?

Fate?

The universe pulling the threads of destiny?

Whatever it was, Venedix now knew the truth.

Jinn carried power.

Strength.

And perhaps worst of all... he carried her responsibility.

His fate now rested not only on his shoulders—but hers too.

Whether he would rise and carve his name across the stars... or fall into the void and be forgotten like the rest.

And during that moment of silence, after the dust had settled and the echoes of battle faded into memory, Venedix realized something else—something crucial.

Jinn was in great danger, perhaps even more than he realized himself.

For while the boy held immense potential, he was also exposed, vulnerable... too exposed.

He is but a mere sapling.

Unrooted.

Fragile.

The slightest storm could tear him from the ground before he even had the chance to grow.

Yet within that fragile body coursed the power of Muradryn—one of the most ancient eidras, a force so overwhelming that it had drawn the eyes of monsters, tyrants, and maybe even the primordials.

If it had not been for Venedix, Malgareth might have succeeded in consuming the fragment for himself.

If it had not been for fate intervening... it would have ended here.

And badly.

Venedix understood all of this.

All too well.

She knew the burdens of power.

The dangers of carrying something so vast and so coveted.

Bringing Jinn back to the Empire, claiming him as her apprentice, protecting him from what was to come... she accepted it.

She had already known the challenges that would await her the very moment she sensed the Muradryn inside him.

This was not going to be easy.

And so, it would begin.

The rumors must be silenced.

No one must know Jinn carried the Muradryn.

Not yet.

Not until he was ready.

And instead of exposing that truth, she would train him under the guise of his Sunder Surge—the eidra technique he inherited from her, the very moment she revived him.

Through that, his growth will be shaped.

Quietly.

Strategically.

And with Troy’s close watch, her trusted Eidric confidant, they would study the Muradryn.

Learn from it.

Guard it.

A final act had just been completed... and now, a new Chapter in Jinn’s life would begin.

*Volume 3: Scion, begins