Sylvia stepped forward, elegantly passing over Revan’s body, which finally lay shattered on the ground
She raised her right hand gracefully, and above her pale palm, the space around them began to distort violently.
Dense Mana condensed, twisted, and slowly blood, forming dark purple crystal rose petals.
It was a singularity disguised in the form of a beautiful flower. The core of the rose spun slowly, radiating a gravitational pull so terrifying that the moonlight around them could not reflect off it, but was instead sucked into the hollow petals.
"Have you ever imagined..."
"What it feels like to be obliterated down to the smallest particle? To have your existence... even your mories... erased from reality?"
Vargos, whose body was still tightly bound in the center of the black aura, imdiately broke the restraints with an explosion of golden aura. His light swept away the burning black aura in an instant.
"You really have no conscience," Vargos complained, wiping the blood from his lips, then looking at Sylvia with a mocking grin.
"Can’t you see I’m injured here, huh?"
"What an idiot," Sylvia hissed coldly.
"Arrogantly forcing a body whose limits you haven’t even surpassed... just to fight a re pup..."
"And now you complain about the consequences of your own actions?"
"You truly have no sha."
Hearing the ridicule, Vargos threw his head back and laughed freely, ignoring the blood leaking from between his teeth.
"Hahahaha!"
His laughter echoed through the forest.
"Okay, my bad, my bad... I guess I got too excited."
"How could I not go crazy knowing I’m facing soone acknowledged by the Duke of Vespera himself?"
Vargos grinned widely; his wild eyes stared straight at Sylvia, challenging the Goddess to advance.
"Well... at least now, I’m not fighting a ’little dog’ anymore, right?"
"What a pity," Sylvia replied with a calm smile.
The sentence hung in the air.
Then, in a single heartbeat, they were gone.
There was no stance taken. No spell chanted. The figures of Sylvia and Vargos simply vanished from the naked eye, as if reality had swallowed them whole.
BOOOOM!!!
The sound of the explosion arrived a second later, lagging behind their speed.
And along with the roar of the blast, the forest behind where Vargos had stood... vanished.
The giant trees did not fall, were not cut, and were not burned. They were pulverized into wood dust in a straight line stretching for hundreds of ters.
And right at the end of that path of destruction, a small purple rose ford from the residual energy. The rose spun slowly, yet its pull was terrifying—it acted like a miniature black hole, sucking all the sawdust and surrounding light into its hollow petals.
The shockwave from the phenonon slamd into Revan’s helpless body. He was instantly blown away, rolling across the hard ground like a ragdoll.
***
BOOM!
The sound of Aura clashing with pure Magic thundered from above.
In the dead of night, two blazing cots wove a dance of death.
One was a raging golden cot—Vargos, the Warrior who leapt through the air as if stepping on the atmosphere itself, swinging his aura sword with the savagery of a wild beast.
The other was a beautiful purple star—Sylvia, the Mage.
She did not fly, but stood erect in the air, defying the very laws of gravity. Without needing to physically touch Vargos, she simply moved her slender fingers, manipulating space with her pure Mana to deflect every brutal slash.
And every ti Vargos’s golden attack struck, the space in front of Sylvia rippled.
A wall of purple Mana manifested in the form of giant crystal rose petals full of sharp thorns. The impact created sparks of light that were beautiful yet terrifying. The thorny flower structure didn’t just block; it seed to "bite" and devour the montum of Vargos’s brutal attacks without a trace.
amidst the graceful parries, her fingers never stopped flicking. Sylvia wasn’t just defending; she was attacking simultaneously.
Zraash!
Their figures vanished from sight again, leaving only residues of gold and purple energy in the air, before reappearing hundreds of ters away on the other side of the sky in a different position.
Upon reappearing, Sylvia waved her hands with the movent of an orchestra conductor. Thousands of dark purple magic projectiles—each shaped like a rose thorn spear—ford around her and rained down on Vargos.
Instead of retreating, he launched himself straight forward—charging through the storm of projectiles with insane speed. His body shot like a golden cot challenging death, weaving through the air to dodge the rain of deadly rose thorns.
And when the attacks beca too dense to dodge, Vargos didn’t stop. He swung his aura sword, parrying and slicing the purple magic projectiles right before they exploded in his face, forcing the distance between him and Sylvia to close.
However, the projectiles that missed their target didn’t just disappear. They fell freely to the earth, striking the forest below with devastating destructive power.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The ground shook violently. Every purple projectile that landed exploded, creating massive craters on the surface, blasting soil, rocks, and trees into the air. In seconds, the forest landscape beneath them had turned into a battlefield full of gaping holes due to the "trash" from the high-level battle in the sky.
In the midst of that chaos, Vargos finally managed to breach the last defense.
The distance was now only a hand’s breadth from Sylvia’s face. His wild eyes t the icy purple eyes of the mage. His golden sword was already swinging, ready to behead that arrogant, slender neck.
"GOT YOU!" Vargos shouted with a grin, revealing blood-stained teeth, his adrenaline peaking.
However, in that crucial second, Sylvia did not blink. There was no panic on her beautiful face. Instead, her right hand rose gracefully, flicking her elegant black dress as if greeting the sky.
"Fool," she whispered.
her voice clear amidst the roaring wind.
"May your arrogance be the anchor that drags you to hell."
[FALL]
WUSH!
"...?!"
Instantly, Vargos felt a bone-crushing pressure—not from the front, but from above.
It turned out that while Sylvia rained purple projectiles to force Vargos forward, she had silently woven mana in the sky right above their position. The relentless attacks earlier were rely a herd, a bait to lure Vargos into the "execution zone" she had prepared.
A giant magic circle shaped like a rose activated above Vargos’s head.
BLAAAM!
Like a fly swatted by a sledgehamr.
Vargos’s body was slamd forcibly downward. His attack montum was destroyed instantly. He didn’t even have ti to scream as his body was shot down from the sky at supersonic speed, dragging him back to kiss the ground he had left behind.
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