Yellum was still in a daze after being struck. It wasn’t as if she had never been injured before, she had endured wounds in the past, but ever since gaining this new, trendous power, she had never been hurt like that.
People feared the unknown. They feared power they couldn’t understand. And what she had just witnessed wasn’t magic, it was sothing entirely different.
Still half-stunned, she looked across the battlefield. One of her fellow guild mbers lay gone, erased as if he had never existed. The mory of the last few seconds replayed in her mind, impossible to comprehend.
’Each Cerebus Guild mber is supposed to have enough strength to fight an entire dium-sized guild!’ Yellum thought. ’With our high-level spells, our pure mana power, our constant healing, how could soone like her do this? How could a nobody wipe out one of us so easily?’
Her chest tightened as she turned her gaze toward Beatrix.
The woman had landed on the ground near where she’d struck her last target. Though there was no body left to see, a wide splash of blood stained the earth, like the remains of a crushed insect.
Then, sothing eerie began to happen.
The scattered blood started to move. Slowly, the droplets lifted from the dirt, rging together as they floated upward. The liquid twisted and stread through the air until it reached Beatrix’s arm, where it began to circle her forearm in lazy spirals.
Yellum’s breath caught.
’That energy... it’s the sa power she was using before,’ she realized. ’So she can draw strength from the blood of others. Every kill only adds to her power. This is bad... this is very, very bad.’
Her wings tightened. The only advantage Yellum had was distance. Beatrix, still in her strange unconscious-yet-moving state, seed to react only to things nearby. If Yellum could keep space between them, she might have ti to strike first.
She began gathering mana, forcing golden light into both hands until it condensed into a single, swirling mass of energy. The glow brightened, humming with pressure. This was no simple spell, it was one of her strongest condensed attacks.
Across the field, Beatrix slowly lifted her head. Her movents were sluggish, chanical, almost dreamlike. Then her eyes shifted, scanning across the battlefield until they locked on a single target, the remaining Cerebus Guild mber, who was clashing with the surviving soldiers from Alen’s unit.
Eight mages still stood, their spells lighting up the air. They fought desperately, attacking together, coordinating blasts of fire, lightning, and wind. Their faces showed both fear and hope, unaware of the silent monster watching them from across the field.
Then Yellum released her attack.
The golden beam shot forward like a lance, tearing across the ground. Everything it passed was destroyed, the grass burned away, the dirt split open, though the beam itself barely grazed the surface. The raw pressure alone was enough to tear the land apart.
It streaked straight toward Beatrix.
Imdiately, Beatrix’s glowing red eyes flared brighter, locking on to the power source. Blood seed to drip from the corners of her eyes, running down her cheeks like crimson tears.
She lifted her palm.
A circle of swirling red aura appeared in front of her hand, spinning faster and faster until it beca a vortex of blood-colored energy.
The golden beam collided with the swirling vortex. Sparks erupted, gold against red, light against shadow. For ten full seconds, the two forces battled, each roaring in opposite directions. The ground shook, the sky trembled, and the air rippled like heat.
Then, silence.
Both attacks vanished, dispersing into particles of light that faded into the air.
Beatrix stood motionless, her arm still extended. She looked down at her palm, and Yellum noticed sothing. A blackened mark ran across Beatrix’s skin, faintly glowing red, and for the first ti, Yellum thought she looked... smaller. Frailer. Almost as if the power had drained sothing from her.
But that wasn’t what frightened Yellum the most.
Her ultimate attack, one that could obliterate anything in its path, had been stopped. Effortlessly.
And Beatrix didn’t even seem to care.
Her head turned away, eyes settling once again on the other Cerebus mber locked in battle with the soldiers. She had lost interest in Yellum completely.
Then she moved.
Beatrix dashed forward, her feet cutting across the ground in a blur. The soldiers didn’t even realize she was there until it was too late.
They were fighting valiantly, hurling spells that exploded with fla and lightning, smiling grimly each ti one struck their enemy. But that joy vanished the mont sothing seized the back of the Cerebus mber’s head.
Beatrix slamd him into the ground with a force that cracked the earth.
The guild mber struggled, his golden wings igniting, glowing brilliantly as he tried to push himself free. Beatrix didn’t hesitate. She gripped one of the glowing wings with her bare hand, her nails digging deep into the radiant flesh.
Then she pulled.
A sharp, wet sound cut through the air as a large section of the wing tore free from his back. Beatrix threw it aside. The golden feathers disintegrated into particles of mana the mont they left his body, fading into nothing.
The man scread, his voice echoing across the field.
Blood began to rush through Beatrix’s body again, her veins glowing beneath her skin. The red light pulsed, spreading up her arm until it burst out through her knuckles.
She clenched her fist, and brought it down.
The impact shattered the guild mber’s skull.
Blood exploded outward, splattering across the ground and speckling Beatrix’s face. The body twitched once, then fell still.
The soldiers nearby stumbled back, staring in horror at the sight. Even Yellum couldn’t move.
Beatrix rose to her feet slowly, her movents calm and asured. The glow in her eyes dimd slightly as she stepped over the corpse.
Now, only two mbers of the Cerebus Guild remained.
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