Chapter 919 The Aetherstorm Cleaver  

?King Irodis, upon seeing Reign and Mia, rose from his throne, a mixture of relief and gratitude evident on his face. The courtiers and ministers followed suit, their eyes fixated on the young Nephilim who had played a crucial role in the recent events.

"Reign, you've recovered faster than anyone anticipated. We were worried about your well-being," King Irodis spoke with genuine concern in his voice.

"We weren't expecting you to wake up till much later, let alone to see you walking around as if nothing happened."

Reign nodded, "Thanks to the efforts of Mia, Your Majesty, and the royal doctors, I'm back on my feet."

"I appreciate your concern, Your Majesty."

"It is good to see you well, Reign," Adrian said as he walked over to Reign.

He shook his hand before suddenly pulling Reign in for a hug.

"Thank you, without you and the others, our two kingdoms would still be embroiled in war, and my uncle would have won."

"Had it not been for you guys, my uncle still would have won with the help of the angels," Adrian said as he took a step back before nodding his head gratefully at Reign who smiled and nodded back.

"I just did what I was supposed to do, Prince Adrian."

"My apologies for acting covertly and doing things without notifying you, Your Majesty."

"It is quite alright, I understand why you did what you did."

"Had I known you were looking in at what happened 20 years ago and were trying to get our two kingdoms to finally stop with the war, I would have scoffed at you, I would have most likely believed you to be too arrogant and foolish, after all, we have tried numerous times and failed."

"But you not only brokered a peace, but you were also able to find my brother and eliminate him." "Even though it pains me to learn of my brother's demise, he has done too much evil to ever be pardoned, we truly are better off without him." Reign nodded solemnly, understanding the weight of the king's words. The room fell into a contemplative silence, broken only by the echoes of footsteps as Theron, Seraphina, and Nayle entered the throne room. Their expressions were a mix of relief and joy upon seeing Reign alive and well.

Theron, still wearing his robes and holding a couple of books that he was planning on reading, couldn't help but crack a small smile. "You truly are a resilient one, Reign, it's good to see you on your feet."

Seraphina, with her ethereal beauty, approached him, her eyes expressing gratitude. "I can't thank you enough for what you've done, you nearly died trying to protect us."

Nayle, walking over to Reign, smiled mischievously. "Well, well, look who's back from the brink, you were unconscious for a couple of days, and I was already planning to try and slap you awake."

"You caused us all to worry quite a bit, poor Mia was constantly going to your room to check up on you."

Mia glared at Nayle who smiled at her warmly before nodding at Reign.

"It is good to see you up on your feet, don't take too long to evolve though."

Reign chuckled the camaraderie between them providing a much-needed respite from the weight of recent events. King Irodis gestured for them to approach, recognizing the bond that had formed among these individuals.

"The rest of your teammates have already left, and you are the only one who has not gone through your evolution, we will gladly offer you our underground hall, it was built just for this thing after all."

"And don't worry, it was created long ago, and is powerful enough to withstand an evolution of a Tier VII, perhaps even a Tier VIII as well."

Reign nodded to the king with gratitude.

"I honestly do feel well, I would like to go right away."

"No!" Everybody suddenly shouted at Reign who smiled at them.

"No, seriously, I am alright."

"Rest for the day, then go tomorrow, it won't disappear for goodness sake," Mia said as she sighed before shaking her head and walking to the side to sit down next to Nayle. magic

The trio of Nayle, Mia, and Seraphina started talking right away while Theron started talking to Reign about the books he had read about the world they were in, as well as the region the two kingdoms were located in.

As for the king, he was smiling while holding something in his hands. He cleared his throat, gaining the attention of Reign and the others.

"I and Azkaran have joined hands to reward you for what you have done for us, the others have already received their rewards, you are the only one who hasn't." The king said before walking down the stairs that led to his throne. "You see, both our kingdoms have been here for a long time, for over a millennia."

"During that time, both kingdoms have produced incredible talents, and some of them left, never to return again in order to explore the boundless universe and to soar amongst the stars, reaching realms that we can only dream of."

"Even though they have never returned, they still do keep the kingdoms in mind, and if a catastrophe that could lead to the kingdoms being destroyed were to appear, they had promised to come to help us."

"But they also do send us some gifts from time to time."

"Rare resources that we cannot get here, powerful artifacts and items that we only give to those that have deserved it."

"This is one such item, I hope you will find much use for it, but please, do not try using it until you are powerful enough, after all, there is a reason why neither of our kingdoms has used them even though we have such items in our vaults."

The king unveiled the thing he was holding, and it was, of course, a sword.

"Its name is the Aetherostorm Cleaver, it is actually a perfect weapon for you, seeing as you mainly utilize your lightning in battle." The king said as Reign took the sword.

The sword's elongated form crackled with electric energy, creating an ever-shifting pattern of lightning arcs that danced along its surface, even though it was still in its scabbard. The hilt was adorned with ancient runes that pulsate with power. The hilt itself was made out of metal, and yet, when Reign held it, it was very comfortable, the metal seemingly bending to fit his hand perfectly.

The hand guard was a simple and short one, the same as a regular European sword, and yet, there was something about it, something different.

When looking at it closely, Reign was able to sense that there was something hidden in it. By pouring a bit of power, he was able to make the guard a bit longer and thicker, and lightning flickered around it. He quickly stopped doing so as he felt a bit of danger coming from the sword upon pouring mana into it.

He then held the scabbard and pulled a bit of the sword out. The sword was dark gray, and even though he had only pulled about 3cm of the sword out of the scabbard, he could feel the immense power it had, and the runes and patterns on the blade itself.

He quickly placed it back in the scabbard as he felt the immense energy it had in it, enough energy that he felt as if it would devour him whole.

"Only once you reach Tier VIII should you use it, a Rank Z weapon is above and beyond what those below that realm can utilize, trust me on this, we have lost many talented individuals in the past who believed they could wield such power without being powerful enough themselves."

Reign nodded to the king, grateful for such an incredible gift. He glanced back at the sword and read the description the system gave of it.

Aetherstorm Cleaver:

The Aetherstorm Cleaver boasts a blade that appears to be created inside a thunderstorm, but not a regular thunderstorm, but an aetherstorm. Aether is an energy source, as well as a mineral found in the universe that is similar to mana, only that it is a bit wilder in nature.

An aetherstorm is a storm that appears in the universe and is incredibly dangerous, the weakest storm powerful enough to destroy those below Tier IX, and the most powerful able to even threaten gods.

The craftsman had made sure to keep to the edge of the aetherstorm while forging the blade, slowly infusing it with the power of the aetherstorm itself. This fantastical weapon can effortlessly slice through the toughest mountains with the sheer force of a raging storm, the green lightning it possesses is more than powerful enough to threaten a weak Transcendent even.

Reign was enchanted, and shocked at how powerful the sword in his hands was. Without a shred of doubt, this was the most powerful weapon he had seen till this point, everything else paled in comparison.

In fact, comparing it to other weapons was not even fair, that was just how powerful it was.