Reincarnated Into A World Of Elves As The Only Man-Chapter 54: The Veilwalker’s Trial: Earth and Illusion

The arena fell silent as Eren and Commander Maria faced each other across the sand. The twin blades in Eren’s hands hummed with a subtle resonance that traveled up his arms and settled in his chest—a connection deeper than metal against flesh.

Maria’s single blade gleamed with an iridescent sheen that shifted colors with each movement, like oil on water. Her stance was casual, almost lazy, but Eren recognized the coiled tension beneath—a predator ready to pounce.

In the royal box, Naia leaned forward, knuckles white against the railing. "He’s still learning earth," she whispered to no one in particular. "Maria has decades of experience with illusion."

Lyra’s face remained impassive, but her eyes narrowed slightly. "This will be... educational."

Queen Elena merely observed, her expression serene despite the tension building below.

The herald’s hand dropped.

WHOOSH

Maria shot forward, her blade whistling through the air in a horizontal arc aimed directly at Eren’s midsection. Eren bent backward, the edge of her sword passing mere inches from his armor with a metallic whisper. As her momentum carried her past, he pivoted on his heel, bringing his silver blade down in a diagonal strike toward her exposed shoulder.

Maria didn’t even look back. She twisted her wrist, bringing her blade behind her back to block his attack with a resounding CLANG that sent vibrations through the arena floor.

"Too predictable," she taunted, spinning to face him with her blade already moving in a vicious upward slash.

Eren sidestepped, feeling the air displacement against his cheek as her sword carved empty space where his face had been. He countered with a quick thrust of his black blade toward her exposed ribs.

Maria smiled—a predator’s grin—as she shifted her weight and deflected his attack with the flat of her sword. The metals scraped against each other with a high-pitched SCREECH before she disengaged and leapt backward.

"Is that all the Veilwalker offers?" she called, twirling her blade in a dazzling pattern that left lingering trails of light in the air.

’These swords are slowing me down,’ Eren thought, feeling the weight of the blades in his hands. ’I need to adapt.’

He drew breath, centering himself. Water vapor began condensing around his silver blade, extending its reach by nearly a foot with a shimmering liquid edge. The black blade trembled as sand particles rose from the ground, swirling around the metal in a protective coat.

Maria’s eyes widened slightly. "Now we’re getting somewhere."

She raised her free hand, fingers tracing symbols in the air. The space around her rippled like disturbed water, and suddenly five identical Marias stood in a perfect circle around Eren, their blades raised in threatening unison.

"Which one is real, Veilwalker?" they asked in perfect chorus, their voices overlapping in eerie harmony.

SWISH

All five attacked at once, their blades cutting through the air from five different angles. Eren dropped low, sweeping his water-enhanced silver blade in a complete circle. The liquid extension stretched further, creating a momentary barrier that intercepted all five attacks.

SPLASH-CLANG-SPLASH-CLANG-SPLASH

Three blades passed through water without resistance—illusions. Two connected with solid metal—one real, one not. Eren immediately thrust his sand-coated black blade toward the Maria to his right, the true source of resistance.

She laughed, already dancing away. Her sword deflected his attack in a shower of sand and sparks, then reversed direction with blinding speed. The tip sliced across Eren’s forearm, opening a thin line of crimson that immediately soaked his sleeve.

"Better," she acknowledged, "but still too slow."

The illusions multiplied, ten identical Marias now circling him with predatory grace. All moved in perfect synchronization, a dizzying dance of mirrored movements that made tracking the real one nearly impossible.

’The ground doesn’t lie,’ Eren reminded himself, ignoring the burning pain in his arm.

He slammed his black blade into the sand, sending a pulse of earth energy outward. The arena floor rippled in response, small tremors disrupting the illusions briefly. One Maria—slightly to his left—maintained perfect stability while the others wavered.

CLASH

Eren spun, his water blade intercepting Maria’s attack from exactly where he’d sensed her. Water splashed against metal, momentarily obscuring both their visions. Through the spray, Maria’s eyes gleamed with savage delight.

"You’re learning," she whispered, before vanishing again.

The illusions reformed, now moving independently rather than in sync. Each attacked from a different angle, timing staggered to force continuous defense. Eren’s blades became a blur of motion, silver and black cutting through air and illusion.

CLANG-SPLASH-SWISH-THUD

His water blade sliced through three phantoms while his sand-enhanced black blade caught a real strike aimed at his kidney. The impact sent him staggering sideways, but the sand coating his blade absorbed some of the shock.

Without pausing, he commanded the arena floor to shift beneath him. Sand erupted upward, forming a swift pillar that launched him fifteen feet into the air. Maria’s next attack cut through empty space.

"Impressive elevation," Lyra noted, a hint of approval in her voice.

Naia’s eyes shone with worry. "He’s bleeding already. She’s not holding back."

From his aerial vantage, Eren spotted Maria’s true form—a fleeting shadow among copies. He descended with both blades extended, drawing more water from the air to extend his silver blade’s reach and pulling sand from the arena floor to reinforce his black blade.

Maria looked up, her smile widening. Instead of dodging, she planted her feet and raised her sword to meet his attack. The air around her shimmered as she gathered her illusion power.

BOOOM

Their blades met with devastating force. Water exploded outward in a circular spray while sand burst into a choking cloud. The impact sent tremors through the arena, causing spectators to clutch their seats for stability.

When the spray and dust settled, Maria stood unharmed, surrounded by twenty perfect copies. Eren, however, had been thrown back ten feet, his armor dented where her blade had connected. A fresh gash across his cheek wept blood down his jaw, dripping onto the sand below.

"Your elements are impressive," they spoke in unison, "but illusion is the art of making the unreal seem real—and making the killing stroke invisible."

All twenty attacked simultaneously, their movements perfectly coordinated yet subtly different. Some slashed high, others thrust low. Some attacked his front while others targeted his back.

’I can’t block them all,’ Eren realized, tasting blood in his mouth. ’Water and earth—combine them.’

He crossed his blades before him, the elements responding with unprecedented synchronization. Water droplets extracted from the air merged with sand particles lifted from the ground, forming a swirling sphere around him.

SPLASH-THUD-SPLASH-THUD

The water-sand barrier intercepted nineteen illusory blades, the particles distorting and revealing their insubstantial nature. Only one blade—Maria’s true sword—penetrated the defense, though the elemental barrier slowed its momentum.

Not enough. The blade pierced Eren’s shoulder, sliding between plates of armor with surgical precision. He gasped, pain exploding through his body as Maria twisted the blade before withdrawing it in a spray of crimson.

"Magnificent effort," Queen Elena whispered, leaning forward for the first time, her eyes calculating rather than concerned.

Maria landed gracefully, her blade now stained with Eren’s blood. Her face was serious with concentration, but her eyes glittered with the thrill of dominance. "No more games," she announced, her voice eerily doubled as if speaking from multiple throats.

She plunged her blade into the arena floor. The sand rippled outward from the point of impact, reality itself seeming to warp. The ground beneath Eren’s feet suddenly appeared to dissolve, transforming into a bottomless void.

’Illusion,’ he reminded himself, stomping his foot to confirm solid earth remained beneath the visual trickery even as blood continued flowing from his shoulder wound.

The arena darkened as if night had suddenly fallen, stars appearing where the ceiling should be. The spectators’ voices distorted, becoming unnatural and distant. Temperature plummeted, frost forming on Eren’s armor despite the impossibility.

"Total environmental illusion," Lyra breathed. "She’s creating a pocket reality."

Within this altered space, Maria attacked with renewed ferocity. Her blade seemed to elongate and split, becoming five separate swords that struck from impossible angles. Each blade left cold fire in its wake, the air hissing where metal carved through atmosphere.

CLANG-CLANG-CLANG-CLANG-CLANG

Eren’s twin blades intercepted the attacks in rapid succession, his body moving on pure instinct despite the pain clouding his vision. Water and sand continued to enhance his weapons, the elements responding to his increasingly desperate defense.

Maria pressed forward relentlessly, her form blurring with unnatural speed. Her sword became a tornado of deadly metal, striking so rapidly that individual impacts merged into a continuous cacophony of sound.

SCRRRRANGCLANGSCREECH

Eren’s armor acquired fresh dents and gouges with each exchange, small cuts appearing on exposed skin. A vicious slash tore across his thigh, another opened his brow, blood flowing into his eye and half-blinding him. His water blade thinned as moisture depleted from the surrounding air. His sand coating diminished as particles scattered with each impact.

’I need more,’ he thought desperately, spitting blood onto the sand. ’Deeper connection.’

His awareness plunged downward, beyond the arena floor, seeking the bedrock beneath. The earth responded, power surging upward through his feet and into his black blade. Simultaneously, he sensed the water within Maria herself—the blood flowing through her veins, the moisture in her breath.

"You wouldn’t dare," Maria hissed, sensing his intention.

Eren’s silver blade glowed with intensified power as he connected with this new water source, not drawing from it but becoming acutely aware of its movement. His black blade vibrated with earth energy, the sand around it compressing into a harder, denser form.

The illusions surrounding them flickered as Maria’s concentration split between attack and defense. The real Commander became easier to distinguish, her true movements betrayed by subtle cracks in her perfect deception.

Eren saw his opening. He feinted left with his water blade, drawing Maria’s parry. In the same instant, his earth-enhanced black blade swept low, targeting her exposed ankle.

Maria leapt, avoiding the sweep by inches. While airborne, she twisted impossibly, her sword descending toward Eren’s head with bone-shattering force.

CRACK

Eren crossed both blades above him, catching her attack at the last possible moment. The impact drove him to one knee, the arena floor fracturing beneath the concentrated force. Water sprayed outward while sand particles hung suspended in the air, caught in the shockwave of elemental energy.

Their faces were inches apart, breath mingling in the frozen moment. Blood ran freely down Eren’s face, dripping from his chin onto his trembling arms.

"You’re holding back," Maria accused, her eyes burning with battle-fever. "Show me everything or I’ll carve you to pieces!"

Her free hand flashed forward, palm striking Eren’s chest. The impact wasn’t physical—instead, her illusion power surged directly into his mind. Reality fractured around him, his senses overwhelmed by contradictory information.

The crowd gasped as Eren staggered backward, his blades moving in erratic patterns as he fought against the sensory assault. Maria pressed her advantage, her sword a blur of lethal purpose as she attacked from all directions simultaneously.

"She’s tearing his mind apart," Naia whispered, horror evident in her voice.

Lyra’s knuckles whitened on the railing. "She means to cripple him. This is beyond testing."

In the arena, Eren struggled to distinguish reality from illusion. His water blade intercepted phantom attacks while real threats slipped past his guard. Fresh wounds opened across his chest and back, blood darkening his armor and leaving slick patches on the sand beneath his feet.

’Center,’ he commanded himself, fighting against the disorientation. ’Find the truth beneath the seeming.’

Earth responded to his silent plea, subtle vibrations traveling up through his feet to ground his awareness in physical reality. Water molecules in the air resonated with his essence, their natural harmony cutting through illusory disruption.

Maria’s blade descended in what would be a finishing blow, aimed directly at the junction between neck and shoulder.

Time seemed to slow.

Eren’s perception cleared with sudden, perfect clarity. He saw not just Maria’s physical form but the intricate energy patterns of her illusion weaving. With newfound understanding, he stepped not away from her attack, but directly into it.

WHOOSH

Her blade passed through empty air as Eren moved through a gap in reality itself—not dodging her attack but comprehending its illusion so completely that it could no longer affect him.

Maria’s eyes widened with genuine shock as Eren appeared behind her, both blades poised to strike. Then her surprise transformed into fierce joy.

"Yes," she whispered.

Before either could move to continue the battle, Eren stepped back. With deliberate calm, he lowered his weapons and dropped them to the sand with a soft THUD. Blood continued seeping from his numerous wounds, his breathing ragged but controlled. Rolling his shoulders, he cracked his neck to one side, then the other.

"I understand now," he said quietly, his voice carrying in the sudden silence despite the weakness evident in its timbre.

Maria’s illusions dissolved, reality snapping back into focus around them. The Commander’s eyes gleamed with something beyond battle-lust—recognition, perhaps. Or respect.

The crowd held its collective breath, awaiting the outcome of this unexpected development.