Shattered Innocence: Transmigrated Into a Novel as an Extra

Chapter 585: Knight of the Wind (2)

Aldricʼs smirk deepened, his blood-red eyes gleaming behind the shadows of his helm.

”You are going to die now.”

His words werenʼt spoken with cruelty, nor arrogance—only certainty.

Then—

—FWOOOSH!

He vanished.

A blur of black wind and killing intent.

Lucavionʼs pupils constricted—too fast.

The storm surged, a hurricane of force closing in on him from all directions. The weight of Aldricʼs presence drowned the battlefield, his spear tearing through the air like a bolt of destruction.

Lucavion barely had time to react.

The spear was already there.

Aimed straight for his heart.

DEATH.

It should have been instant.

But—

—Something clicked.

The edge of the abyss.

Lucavion stood on it.

Teetering between life and death.

And when he was pushed to this limit—

His true talent awakened.

His instincts sharpened beyond thought, his body reacting before his mind could process the danger.

His blade moved.

—FWOOOM!

The world warped.

A ripple of pure void expanded from his estoc, devouring the wind mana surrounding Aldricʼs attack.

The storm vanished.

Aldricʼs spear, once a force of absolute destruction—

Lost its strength.

—CLANG!

Lucavionʼs blade twisted, catching the now weakened spear with effortless grace. The impact, which should have shattered him, was instead redirected.

The technique—

It had no name.

It was something he had glimpsed before.

The moment he fought the Kraken.

The instant he had grasped ʼVoid.ʼ

Now, it manifested in full.

「Void Starfall Blade: Astral Consumption」

The void around his estoc expanded, twisting into a spiral of pure, devouring force.

He twirled his blade, the starlight mana flowing like silk, redirecting Aldricʼs strike with elegant ease.

—Aldricʼs balance shifted.

For the first time, his footing was compromised.

Lucavionʼs black eyes gleamed.

A perfect moment.

He moved.

His estoc—twisting like a comet, aimed straight for Aldricʼs chest.

A fatal thrust.

—FWOOOSH!

But Aldric wasnʼt done.

His aura body pulsed, and with a sudden burst of wind, he wrenched his spear back—forcing space itself to pull him away.

—BOOM!

A counterstrike.

Aldric reversed the momentum.

His spear, still spinning from the deflection, twisted in his grip—a masterful recovery.

Then—

He dove forward.

Their weapons collided.

—CLAAAANG!

Lucavion barely had time to adjust—

Aldric had recovered too fast.

The moment his spear clashed with Lucavionʼs estoc, he unleashed his true power.

A technique wielded only by those who had reached the 6-star realm.

⚡ BOOOOOM! ⚡

The very sky screamed as Aldric unleashed his full strength.

Wind, compressed to the point of destruction, swallowed the battlefield.

Lucavion barely had time to react.

Aldricʼs spear blurred—

⚡ 「Stormpiercer: Sky Tyrantʼs Judgment」 ⚡

A single thrust.

But it was unstoppable.

Lucavionʼs instincts flared—move!

—FWOOOSH!

He twisted his body—but not fast enough.

—SHNK!

Pain erupted from his side.

The spear tore through his coat, piercing deep into his flesh.

Blood spilled.

Lucavionʼs body convulsed from the force, his breath catching in his throat. He felt the full weight of 6-star mana pressing into his bones—an overwhelming, crushing force that burned through his veins like a storm.

Too strong.

His knees wavered.

He took one step back.

Then—

Aldric appeared before him instantly.

His speed was inhuman.

Lucavionʼs body barely had time to recover, barely had time to breathe—

Before Aldricʼs spear was already descending.

Lucavionʼs pupils constricted.

This—this was death.

—Then.

—FWOOOOOOM!

Something ignited in his palm.

—BLACK FLAMES.

Pitch-black fire surged from his fingertips, swallowing the very air around them.

Aldricʼs crimson eyes widened.

—WHAT?!

The flames did not burn.

They devoured.

「Flame of Equinox: Wave of Death」

The black fire rushed outward in a violent wave, engulfing Aldricʼs spear—

And then—it consumed his mana.

Aldricʼs entire body jerked backward as the flames devoured his storm energy, stripping the wind away from his technique like peeling layers from his own existence.

His instincts screamed—danger.

This shouldnʼt be a threat.

Lucavion was weaker. His mana wasnʼt at the level of a 6-star.

And yet—

Aldric felt it.

A sensation he had not felt in years.

Something beyond logic.

Something primordial.

The flames did not simply oppose him—they erased his presence.

Aldricʼs mind raced.

—What… is this?

His spear trembled in his grasp. The mana he had infused into it vanished—devoured in an instant.

Aldricʼs mind raced.

This didnʼt make sense.

The first energy, the pitch-black starlight—that was void. He had seen it, fought against it. A rare affinity, but explainable.

But this?

These pitch-black flames werenʼt void. They werenʼt destruction.

They were something else.

And for the first time in years—Aldric felt the cold grip of uncertainty.

ʼAn artifact?ʼ

That was the only explanation.

No knight, no warrior, no human could wield two conflicting forces within a single core.

And yet—Lucavion stood before him, bleeding, breathing, alive.

Then—

—SHNK!

Lucavion coughed blood—then vanished.

Before Aldric could even process it—

—Lucavion was already there.

His estoc lunged forward, sharp and unrelenting, aiming straight for Aldricʼs exposed ribs.

—CLANK!

Aldric barely caught it in time, twisting his spear to intercept. Sparks flared as steel ground against steel.

Then—movement.

Aldricʼs mind recognized it instantly.

Lucavion shifted.

Not erratically, not wildly—but calculated.

His footwork was minimal, barely an inch of movement—yet perfect.

—A feint.

Lucavionʼs estoc twitched, pretending to retreat—

Aldricʼs instincts told him to step forward—

And thatʼs when he realized.

It was a trap.

Lucavionʼs wrist flicked, his blade whipping back in an unnatural arc, twisting through the narrowest of openings—

—CLANK!

Aldric barely managed to reposition, deflecting by the slimmest of margins. But—

—Lucavion was already moving again.

Their fight had become smaller.

No grand explosions. No elemental devastation.

Just pure, raw combat.

And Aldric was losing.

CLANK!

Lucavionʼs blade danced along his defenses, always just ahead of him, always forcing him to react instead of act.

His smallest mistakes—Lucavion exploited them.

A slight imbalance in his grip? Lucavion struck.

A half-second delay in his step? Lucavion closed the gap.

Aldric could barely regain control.

It was suffocating.

Lucavionʼs bladework was unreal—like a duel was the only place he existed.

Aldric gritted his teeth.

ʼThis kid…ʼ

Lucavion stepped in again.

—CLANK!

Aldric pushed back—his spear twisting, trying to create distance.

But Lucavion—

He didnʼt retreat.

He collapsed the space again.

His estoc curved around Aldricʼs block—

Aldricʼs eyes widened.

He had no choice—

—THUNK!

A clean hit.

Lucavionʼs blade scraped along Aldricʼs gauntlet, nicking flesh.

Not deep. Not lethal.

But a hit.

Aldricʼs breath was ragged.

His body knew.

In a clash of pure technique—

Lucavion was stronger.

Aldric exhaled, slow and sharp.

His grip tightened around his spear.

Annoying.

That was the only word for it.

This kid.

This mere child—a boy he had spared all those years ago on the battlefield, a nameless insect he had let crawl away simply for his own amusement—

Was outdueling him.

His spear—the very weapon he had mastered through decades of war—was losing in pure technique.

To Lucavion.

Aldricʼs pride seethed.

Unacceptable.

His crimson eyes darkened.

”You… are getting ahead of yourself.”

Then—

—FWOOOOOOM!

The air imploded.

Wind erupted from Aldricʼs body, his core surging to its absolute limit.

A violent, whirling tempest engulfed him, his entire form consumed by a storm of razor-sharp gales.

Lucavionʼs coat whipped violently, his footing shaking under the sheer force of it.

Then—

⚡ 「Stormpiercer: Tyrantʼs Howl」 ⚡

Aldric moved.

—BOOOOOM!

Lucavionʼs instincts screamed.

He barely raised his estoc before—

CLAAAAANG!

Aldricʼs spear slammed into him, a brutal arc of force.

The impact rattled his bones.