My feet moved on their own. I had never been this fast. Never felt this powerful. And when the impact ca—when my body collided with the original demon—I felt my arms go numb from the sheer force. She was strong. Too strong. But I refused to back down. That wasn't . I don't retreat. I don't surrender.
Everyone's future was riding on this. If I win… I can lead them to victory. But if I lose—she'll trap them all here. Keep them caged in this broken realm until the day the angels descend and wipe this planet clean of life once again...
"She's trained in martial arts since she was a baby—for years you can't even imagine. If you want to win, we'll have to get creative," the eerie voice whispered in my mind.
That might be true. I smirked, exchanging another blow with her. But you forgot one major thing. I spoke back in my thoughts, like I used to long ago.
"What do you an?" I felt her presence falter—just slightly. A ripple of unease.
She hasn't fought in years. And I'm not like you. She doesn't know my movents. My rhythm. My rage. And... I will never lose again. Once was enough. I have people I need to protect. Therefore… she will die for their lives.
Suddenly, the demon spun. Her tail whipped like a cyclone, and her entire body twisted into a bladed whirlwind—fast, precise, and devastating. She beca a living tornado of claws and bone, tearing through the air with such speed that the very space around her howled. Even the particles of fla in this core realm twisted around her body in submission. I knew—if I took that hit head-on, I'd be shredded into a million glimring fragnts, each piece of scattered across this cursed battlefield.
But I wasn't standing still.
I clenched my fingers, and gold blood from beneath my skin. Brilliance erupted—pure, holy fla radiating from my bones like the wrath of a dying sun. My hands ignited. Ten golden lotus flas blood at my fingertips, spinning outward, petals flaring with divine intensity. The fire wasn't just hot—it was sacred. It howled with my will.
And when her attack was almost upon —when I felt the cold shadow of death riding her spiral—I moved.
The lotuses snapped into place around her. Ten perfect blossoms of golden death. They ford a ring, a blazing trap that blood shut with a hiss. Her claws crashed through them a second later, slicing through the petals like paper. But that was never the point. This wasn't a cage. It was a trigger.
The mont her montum tore through the outer fla, all ten lotuses pulsed—then exploded in perfect synchronicity. The shockwave shattered light, blasted heat outward in a violent nova. I distorted the space beneath my feet and vanished, reappearing just beyond the blast radius.
The detonation devoured everything in its path.
Golden fire surged like a divine tide, consuming the battlefield and feeding the very fla that breathed in this planet's core. The surrounding magma pulsed brighter, like it was awakening—drinking in the power. This world wasn't shaking… no, it welcod it. The explosion didn't fracture the crust. It empowered the realm. But if we had fought like this on Earth?
That fragile little rock would've burst like popcorn.
KABOOM!
A violent explosion tore at everything—the world howled, space rippled, and the flas warped into unstable spirals. When it all settled, the silence only lasted a heartbeat. She burst from the smoke like a beast unchained, her silhouette slashing through the burning air. In her hands, she now held a long sword—its jagged edge forged from bone, gleaming in a wet crimson sheen. It looked like it had been ripped from her own spine and soaked in blood—or worse, maybe it was still bleeding. I felt its sharpness through the air alone, the pressure slicing at my skin before the blade even touched . My scythe scread to clash, hungering for violence, and I summoned it without hesitation—its obsidian edge shrieking into the void as I t her blow head-on.
CLANG!
tal struck tal like thunder cracking through steel skies. She ca from the left, low and brutal—I twisted and blocked with my hilt. I countered from the right, my scythe cleaving a black arc through the haze, but she vanished like a phantom, my blade slicing only wind and smoke. And then again. And again. A long and savage duel began. One attack after another—an endless storm of strikes, parries, feints, and counters. We had already been clashing like this for ten days straight. Days. No sleep. No pause. The world around us groaned, torn by each collision of our divine weapons, yet neither of us fell. Neither gave in.
But sothing was shifting.
I felt myself growing faster. Sharper. Stronger. The sins rotated faster inside , syncing with my instincts. Every movent beca more refined, more deadly. And her pace—though still furious—was beginning to slip. She was falling behind, bit by bit, her strikes a fraction slower, her footing slightly less perfect. But instead of despairing, she only laughed—wildly. Her smile stretched wide, ecstatic. Her eyes glowed like twin stars in a storm. She was loving this. Every cut, every dodge, every breath of combat made her grin like a lunatic bathed in war.
And… so did I.
It had been too long since I felt this alive. Since my blood boiled with such purpose. But I knew one thing—this wasn't just a dance of blades. I wasn't here to enjoy the thrill.
I was here to win.
"You should just die already and let eat you!" I roared, my voice slicing through the chaos like my blade.
In that mont, my scythe began to change—shifting, warping, reshaping into sothing even deadlier. It morphed into a massive cannon, its fra laced with cosmic veins pulsing with unstable mana. My mind was lightning, my movents faster than thought. I had gained so much insight during this eternal battle—read her rhythm, learned her patterns, devoured her habits—and now, it was ti to end it.
Inside the cannon's core spun a compressed black hole. A singularity of destruction.
And I fired it straight into her chest.
The impact was catastrophic.
The beam struck true, and instantly, the gravitational pull began to tear at her body. Her armor cracked. Her flesh convulsed. She howled, struggling as the swirling force at her core devoured her inch by inch—skin, muscle, bone, soul. It didn't just damage. It consud.
And for the first ti since our fight began—
She looked scared.
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