The Prince of Heaven's Gate - Last Stand At World's End

“Battle Start!”

Enlil smirked as he rose up from the ground and high to the air.

As a Wind Elementalist, he planned to use his ability to the fullest and show everyone that was watching that his “King” title was not just for show.

Gerhart hovered above the ground as well and flew high in the air to face the Elven Prince, who looked down on Half-breeds like him.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds before both of them unleashed a barrage of wind blades.

Their attacks met mid-air and canceled each other out, showing that they were almost equal in strength.

Well, almost equal in strength.

A moment later Enlil sneered as he summoned a few more wind blades, and Gerhart did the same. However, when the wind blades they unleashed met each other, Gerhart’s Wind Blades dispersed, as they were overcome by Enlil’s attack.

Gerhart had no choice but to dodge the attacks that were flying in his direction, but as if reading his thoughts. The Elven Prince whistled and summoned a Giant Eagle in the arena.

With a resounding screech, the eagle unleashed a gust of wind that held Gerhart in place, preventing him from dodging the Wind Blades that were headed in his direction.

Left with no other choice, Gerhart summoned a Wind Barrier in order to protect himself from the incoming Wind Blades that were all as sharp as razors.

Enlil, who was standing from far away, wasn’t idle either. He summoned a luminous green bow and pulled on the string. Immediately, a green arrow, that was radiating a green light, materialized out of thin air and its radiance grew brighter the more Enlil pulled on it.

“Exterminate!” Enlil declared as he released the string to unleash one of his strongest attacks.

“Wind Reaver!”

A green arrow that shone in radiant light flew straight and true towards Gerhart, who was being besieged on all sides.

Enlil had timed the attack perfectly, leaving his opponent no time to block his killer move, which he had shot to end the Half-Elf’s life. He wasn’t someone like Einar, who liked to take chances. If there was a way to defeat his opponent as swiftly, and elegantly as possible, he would execute it without fail.

Gerhart, who had known Enlil for quite some time understood what the latter was trying to do, so he decided to go all out in order to protect himself from the impending death that was now flashing right in front of his eyes.

In a desperate attempt, Gerhart took out what seemed to be an ornamental dagger from his storage ring and raised it above his head. A moment later he spun around like a top, creating a tornado that rose towards the sky.

Putting his life on the line, he charged at the barrage of Wind Blades, dispersing them with the power of his own attack.

The tip of the tornado was shining in a silver light, as the dagger that was firmly held by Gerhart pierced through the attacks like a knife cutting through butter.

When the green arrow and the tornado collided, an ear rending screech that was similar to nails scratching a blackboard spread inside the Coliseum, making the audience, as well as the other contestants, cover their ears.

Lux, whose hearing was sharper than most, gritted his teeth as he covered his ears with both hands. Even though he felt great discomfort, his eyes focused on the tornado that was fighting Enlil’s attack head on.

After several seconds, the green arrow lost its luster and exploded in a shower of green sparks, which were absorbed by Gerhart’s tornado, turning it into a luminous green tornado that was now headed towards the Elven Prince, whose expression contorted in rage.

“Bastard!” Enlil shouted as he mounted the back of his Giant Eagle in an attempt to escape the green tornado that was flying straight towards him. “Why do you have Kinslayer?!”

When he saw the dagger in Gerhart’s hands, he thought that he was just seeing things. But after it had successfully diffused and absorbed his skill, Wind Reaver, Enlil finally confirmed his suspicions.

The ornamental dagger, Kinslayer, wasn’t just an ordinary dagger but a Heirloom of the second King of the Kingdom of Elswyth.

Just as the name implied, it was a dagger that was used to kill the First King of the Elven Kingdom, which ended his rule thousands of years ago. The blade had remained in the safekeeping of the Royal Family, and was said to have been sealed in an unknown location to prevent it from being used to endanger the lives of the current members of the Royal Family.

Because this was part of their history, all the members of the Royal Family had seen the replica of the dagger, which hung in one of the rooms of the palace that was reserved for the artifacts that could only be viewed by the Royal Family.

Gerhart didn’t answer Enlil’s question and just continued to approach his target, like a hunter going for the kill.

Enlil urged his Giant Eagle to fly high in the air before commanding it to descend towards the green tornado, creating a tornado of its own.

“Sky Fury!” Enlil shouted as he imbued his Beast Companion with the power of the Wind Element.

The two tornadoes collided like two green dragons fighting for supremacy. Sparks of lightning erupted at the center where the two tornadoes were confronting each other.

“Pierce through!” Gerhart roared. “Kinslayer!”

The blade of the dagger in his hand turned crimson red. Not long after, the luminous green tornado turned into a crimson tornado, making it look more deadly and intimidating.

Slowly, but surely, the green tornado was being pushed back, as the power of the dagger that killed the Elven King showed its might.

A resounding cry of pain spread in the surroundings as the red tornado pushed through the green tornado, dispersing it completely.

A giant, severed wing fell on the ground, which was followed by a second pained cry as the rest of the Giant Eagle crashed on the ground.

Enlil nimbly jumped off his Beast Companion before it fell. He was unscathed because he had used his Beast to take the brunt of the attack, allowing him to avoid a direct hit.

The Elven Prince looked up at the Crimson Tornado as it slowly decreased in size until it disappeared completely.

“I don’t know how you got Kinslayer, but that blade doesn’t belong to you,” Enlil said in a voice that reeked with venom. “I will give you two choices, concede and return the artifact to me and I will no longer pursue this matter. Or…”

“Or you can just shut the f*ck up,” Gerhart shouted as blood dripped off the tip of his blade. The blood didn’t come from the Giant Eagle that he had almost slain, but his own blood.

Kinslayer required its user to pay the price of using it, and that was to feed it with the user’s blood.

Several steel spikes had emerged from the handle of the blade, piercing the palm of Gerhart’s hand, drawing blood, which also gave the blade its Crimson color.

The Elves who were watching the battle glared at Gerhart and labeled him a thief who had stolen something from the Royal Family.

The Elves that belonged to the Kingdom of Elswyth didn’t know that, in the hands of others, Kinslayer was only an ornamental dagger.

However, in the hands of the members of the Royal Family, this blade could unleash a power that threatened those who shared the same blood as them.

Enlil knew this, but he chose not to recognize the identity of the opponent in front of him.

Because by doing so, he would be forced to acknowledge that the Half-Elf in front of him was a member of the Royal Family, whose blood was just as royal as his own.