blueteamnovel Chapter 114 Prison
Chapter 114 Prison
The demon's eyes widened as he realised that he was being sealed by the knight.
"You—!"
Before it could finish, the sword began to shine with an intense brilliance. The light spread rapidly, engulfing the demon in its entirety. The creature screamed, its voice echoing with a mix of rage and agony.
"No! This can't be happening!"
The knight's smile faded, replaced by a grim expression as he watched the demon's form dissolve into the blinding light.
The demon's body shrank, its shadowy mass condensing into a single, concentrated point. With one final, earth-shaking roar, the creature was transformed into a small meteor of pure light. The glowing projectile shot into the sky, streaking across the battlefield before slamming into the mountain with a deafening explosion.
Arthur's gaze followed the meteor as it disappeared into the mountain's peak, leaving behind a faint, glowing fissure where it had struck. The light slowly faded, and silence fell over the battlefield.
The knight slumped forward, the last of his strength leaving him as he collapsed onto the ground. His breathing was shallow, but his expression was one of peace.
Arthur, still floating above as a spectator, swallowed hard. His throat was dry, and his heart raced as he tried to process what he had just witnessed.
"That... that thing is sealed in the mountain," he muttered, his voice barely audible. The weight of the realization pressed heavily on him.
The scene before him began to dissolve once more, the colours fading into a swirl of light and shadow. But the image of the knight's final smile and the demon's desperate screams were seared into Arthur's mind, refusing to leave.
As the vision ended, a single thought echoed in his mind, clear and undeniable.
"The mountain isn't just a landmark... it's a prison."
His eyes flicked to the faint glow emanating from the mountain's peak. The light pulsed rhythmically, like a heartbeat, and Arthur felt an inexplicable pull toward it.
"This isn't just about strength," he reasoned, his mind racing. "If it were, only someone like that knight would ever stand a chance. It's a trial to become the protector of the village, not a contest of brute force."
Arthur took another deep breath.
"One step at a time," he told himself, his voice firm. "Figure out the trial, focus on what I can do, and deal with whatever comes next. I can't leave this place, even if I wanted to.
Arthur glanced around, taking in his surroundings. The room he was in was small and confined, its walls constructed from rough-hewn stone. The dim light emanating from an unseen source gave the space an eerie, oppressive atmosphere.
Before he could process his situation or make sense of the sudden change, a bright flash enveloped him.
[You have been transported to the Arena!]
The system notification blared in front of him.
[You will be fighting against your enemies. Defeat them, and you shall proceed to the next challenge. You will have the choice of resting in between the fights only once. So choose it carefully.]
Arthur barely had time to blink as the words faded, leaving him standing in an entirely different space. He was now in a massive arena, its size dwarfing anything he had encountered before.
The arena was circular, its edges lined with high stone walls that loomed ominously overhead. The floor was a mix of stone and patches of dirt. Despite its grandeur, the arena felt eerily empty. There were no spectators, no cheering crowds, only silence punctuated by the faint sound of wind brushing against the stone.
"What the...?" Arthur muttered, his voice barely audible as he tried to make sense of the situation.
Everything had happened so fast, leaving him disoriented.