Twilight of a Hybrid, стр. 73

Valverno landed on the ground with his feet digging into the ground, impacting a large hole within a four feet diameter of the hybrid. Valverno was at the base of the staircase leading up to the sabaton armor surrounded by a circle of ruined pillars and displayed on a small stone table.

If he could get trot up the staircase and latch the armor onto his foot, Valverno would have the next third of his power restored and his memories restored of he once was ten thousand years ago. And it all could happen in the next hundred or so steps if he was fast enough to reclaim what rightfully belongs to him.

The thought was barely enough for him to bare, he couldn’t stop thinking of the potential power restored to him within a couple of seconds he had to dash. With the armor ahead and the Titan behind him, Valverno dashed up the staircase without giving a look behind him to see what the Titan could be doing to prevent the demigod in restoring a third of his power in his body and also increase his speed for his feet and hopefully his wings.

Halfway up, Valverno stopped suddenly and saw the Leviathan using its other hand to try to grab the hybrid before he could get to the item the Leviathan was guarding. He was prepared to do another cutting-off trick, until Geraldus pounced at the hand, digging his spear into the side of the hand.

“Geraldus?” Valverno was shocked to see Geraldus jumping out of nowhere and suddenly beginning a fight against a Titan a small human couldn’t do. “Is he what I think he is?”

Unexpectedly to Valverno, Geraldus had rushed into the fight without trying to draw attention from the Titan. So while Sora and Valverno kept the Titan busy toying with the small flies, Geraldus ran over the bridge and through the fog. But Geraldus himself was wearing something different than his: he was wearing a white robe and had blue striped feathered wings.

Sora landed beside Valverno and saw Geraldus in a new uniform, resembling an angel-like being. She only see him as a mortal primitive being only who knows how to fight with a long, heavy stick. Now she a shocking look on her face that she never expected to see the man as a magical knight in brightly lit armor. “Is he… a White Knight?” she asked.

“I have no idea,” admitted Valverno.

Geraldus pulled out his spear from the Titan’s hand and landed toward Sora and Valverno. Geraldus was also wearing a long white cape imprinted with a cross-swords emblem.

“Are you what I think you are?” asked Sora. “Are you a White Knight?”

“I am,” answered Geraldus. “I am the current White Knight of Loyalty, Sora; half-sister of Valverno. I am descended of the original White Knight of Loyalty: Herus. My ancestors have been waiting for you to return, my master Valverno.” Geraldus bowed his head lowly before standing up again. “I am eager to serve you as Herus had.”

“Wh-why didn’t you tell me you were a White Knight?” asked Valverno.

“You needed to discover who you were,” said Geraldus. “When the witch brought you to my house, it was then known you were the demigod my ancestors have been waiting for.”

Sora looked confused by Geraldus’s announcement of him being a White Knight. “The power of a White Knight can only be passed to an offspring or reverted back to its original carrier.

“I’ve known Herus almost my entire life. And he was there when he, I and the other two White Knights were trying to go into hibernation. How did he transfer his power to you?”

Before Geraldus could state an answer, he turned toward the Titan and swung his spear toward the Leviathan’s eye. The spear soared past the arms, up against the long neck, and into the eye socket.

The Leviathan screeched loudly and the pain it just endured, the first painful experience in many thousands and thousands of years, made it ground itself away from the group.

Geraldus turned back to see Sora and Valverno blankly staring at him. “Which you prefer: an immediate answer or going and getting the armor you’re here for?” asked Geraldus.

Valverno’s blank face was replaced with a stern expression. “The armor!” Valverno looked up and saw the armor still glowing but brighter than it was from a distance. He narrowed his eyebrows and ran straight up.

Valverno left had an incredible speed and managed to get to the top of the staircase. There he saw the sabaton armor lying on the small table, sparkling and glowing like the sun reflecting its light like a diamond. Valverno grabbed it with his hands and latched it onto his right, dragon leg.

Suddenly there was a burst of light energy channeling through Valverno’s foot. He could feel the effect running through both legs, even his wings were feeling the power coming through a single armor he attached to his foot.

The armor, like the one that attached to his right arm, sank into his skin and the scales on his leg begin to shine like the armor. The dragon scales on the legs reflected light like a furbished silver armor reflecting a torch’s flaring light. The claws grew out an inch longer than a much sharpened pointy end that would cut open a pig for slaughter.

After several seconds of an exploding wind-like energy bursting from his leg, there was silence and Valverno could feel something he never felt before; he felt more alive and had also had a strange sensation of feeling old. He felt a thousand years older.

Sora and Geraldus ran up the stairs to see if Valverno was alright. From what they saw, they saw only a bright, glowing light flashing in their eyes for a few seconds before disappearing. They didn’t know what has happen to the demigod for the short time the light has been there. “Brother, are you alright?” asked Sora, getting up to the top platform.

Valverno breathed softly