Walking down the street littered with the corpses of all kinds of people—from children to those with disabilities—and with the strong sll of blood filling her senses, Synes wore an amused smile as she humd a demonic tune.
Her steps were light, almost carefree, as if she were walking through a place that belonged entirely to her.
In her hands and tentacles, she held several heads of soldiers and so knights of Migzar; their expressions were ones of pure horror.
The faces, frozen in that final mont, seed to be still watching her, trapped in a fear that had not vanished with death.
Those n had deceived her, but since they were so weak, they posed no threat, so she gave them a beautiful end.
The mory of the confrontation barely interested her, as if it had been sothing trivial, of no real importance.
Seeing such desperation on the faces of those soldiers, she shuddered with pleasure, and Synes couldn’t help but compare them to Adam, who had never wavered before her from the very beginning.
That difference was etched clearly in her mind, standing out even more.
The contrast was too great... She was truly very lucky to have t her beloved darling~ and to be subjugated by him; it was a completely new feeling she hadn’t known existed.
That thought made her body react differently—warr, more intense than any sensation she had ever felt before.
So this is what it feels like to be in love... it really is an incredible feeling; I can’t wait to have Master’s children—they’re sure to be extrely powerful.
The thought ford naturally, without sha or hesitation, as if it were the most logical thing in the world.
Synes’s smile twisted to the point of looking bizarre, but her pale skin was flushed, like that of a maiden in love.
The contrast between that expression and her surroundings made her seem even more unsettling.
She threw her head back and, with a snap of her fingers, made it explode as she clutched her body tightly and was bathed in the blood of those fallen knights.
The blood fell on her in warm drops, sliding down her skin without the slightest sign of revulsion.
"I can’t wait to get pregnant and raise their children..."
Her voice was soft, almost dreamy, as if she were speaking of a peaceful future rather than the chaos surrounding her.
...
The battlefield wasn’t silent... not entirely. There were sounds, yes, but they were wrong.
They didn’t follow any recognizable rhythm, nor did they fit with what should remain after a conventional battle.
They weren’t the battle cries or the clash of steel that Darion knew, but sothing lower, wetter, more irregular... as if the earth itself were digesting what had happened upon it.
An almost organic, persistent sound that seeped into his ears and was impossible to ignore.
Sus ojos recorrieron lentante el terreno. Cuerpos destrozados sin patrón, armaduras abiertas por dentro, miembros separados de sus dueños, sin señal de resistencia.
There were no battle lines, no signs of formation... just utter chaos, as if everything had been effortlessly dismantled.
And that, more than anything else, was unacceptable to him.
A cold sensation settled in his chest.
Because it ant there was no enemy to read... no strategy to counter. Just sothing that had passed through there... and had decided to kill.
Sothing that followed no rules, no logic... sothing that could not be anticipated.
He gripped the hilt of his sword with controlled force, feeling the familiar weight of the steel anchor him to reality, forcing him to stand firm while the rest of the n around him began to crumble in silence.
The cold touch of the tal felt almost comforting to him, a constant amid sothing that was clearly not.
He didn’t need to look at them directly to know it; he could sense it in the way they breathed, in how their postures grew stiff, in that futile attempt to feign control when all that remained was fear.
Ragged breaths, small, clumsy movents, hands clutching their weapons too tightly.
And fear, Darion knew well, was contagious... more lethal than any weapon when it wasn’t controlled in ti.
He had seen it before, in other battles, in other n... and it always ended the sa way.
That’s why he didn’t raise his voice when he spoke, nor did he try to assert his authority forcefully.
He knew that shouting would only shatter what little was still holding together.
"Stay in line and don’t run."
So obeyed out of reflex. Others because they didn’t know what else to do. But none because they truly believed it would save them.
The ranks barely held, sustained more by inertia than by true discipline.
Their movents were chanical, lacking conviction, as if they had already accepted sothing they could not yet na.
Small shifts in their postures, their gazes fixed straight ahead, refusing to look away, as if they feared finding sothing worse.
Then... the atmosphere shifted.
It wasn’t a sudden change, but sothing more subtle, more profound—like a pressure seeping in without warning.
Darion didn’t react imdiately. Not because he didn’t feel it... But because he was processing it. Because he knew that any impulsive response would be a mistake.
His mind tried to fit that sensation into sothing familiar, into sothing he could understand.
And yet... when he turned his head, she was already there.
Without transition. Without a trace of prior movent.
Standing a few steps away, watching him as if she had been waiting for him since before he arrived. Her figure was clear, distinct... but there was sothing profoundly off about the way she occupied the space.
As if his presence didn’t quite belong there, as if the world around him had to adjust to contain him.
And then he smiled... and that smile, more than anything else, was what made sothing inside Darion truly tense up.
It wasn’t an ordinary smile, nor was it even hostile... it was sothing that didn’t fit the situation, and that was precisely why it was so unsettling.
"So you’re the one in charge~."
Synes spoke with a lightness that didn’t belong there. His voice fell over the field as if there were no corpses, as if there were no danger at all.
Darion didn’t answer.
His silence wasn’t hesitation, but calculation.
His body had already decided his mind. His feet shifted, his center of gravity dropped slightly, and his sword tilted just enough to beco a threat without actually attacking.
Every muscle tensed with precision, ready to react in any direction.
Everything about him was focused on a single purpose: to survive the first exchange.
"Withdraw."
He ordered, without looking away.
His voice was low, but charged with restrained urgency.
"Now!"
This ti, there was no room for question. The footsteps began to recede, clumsy at first, then faster... too loud.
The sound of boots against the ground shattered the fragile balance in the air.
Synes sighed, puffing out her cheeks slightly as if disappointed by sothing trivial.
An almost childish gesture, completely out of place.
"Hmm... how boring~"
Her tone was light, almost whimsical, as if the whole thing were nothing more than a ga she’d just lost interest in.
She vanished... and that was what triggered Darion.
His sword was already in motion before his mind had finished forming the thought. The cut was clean, precise, executed with the intent to kill the instant she reappeared... and yet, when the steel t resistance, what he saw was not what he expected.
Her hand stopped the blade.
"Oh..." she whispered, tilting her head ever so slightly. "This one really bites~."
Darion wasn’t caught off guard. He imdiately released the pressure with his mana, spun on his heel, and turned the stalemate into a new offensive, changing his angle, speed, and intent.
His sword ca down in a brutal arc, calculated to provoke a real reaction.
Synes ducked.
The blade grazed his face. And then... he counterattacked.
The blow struck Darion in the side with a force that didn’t match the movent he had seen—or thought he had seen—and his body was sent flying several ters, dragging dirt along the ground before coming to a stop.
The air rushed out of his lungs, his vision blurred for a mont... but he didn’t fall.
Blood began to seep beneath his armor.
"Interesting~," Synes murmured, then vanished again.
This ti, Darion didn’t attack.
And when she reappeared within his range... he reacted.
The collision was imdiate.
The ground beneath his feet cracked, the steel vibrated, the force—this ti—t resistance... and for a split second, both remained locked at that point of impact.
That was when Darion realized it.
She wasn’t invincible.
And if he were going to survive... he’d have to use all his strength before she got tired of playing.
Because the way her smile was starting to change... made it clear that mont was drawing near.
Synes, letting her heavy murderous intent slip, said:
"Don’t fall in love with ; my heart already belongs to soone else."
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