The dust and blood hadn’t even settled when Mira stepped forward.
She didn’t run.
Didn’t jump.
She walked.
The way those walk who are certain
that the entire world must part before them.
Small tongues of fire flared beneath her feet—she didn’t even notice.
The aura around her compressed space itself.
So strongly
that the air vibrated.
And everyone who looked at her—human or demon—
felt one thing:
this wasn’t magic.
This was authority.
?? The First Exchange
I rose.
Slowly.
Blood boiled inside .
Cold fury tore
apart, but my mind was already drowning in red threads.
She was the cause.
Which ant—the target.
I lunged forward,
my legs sinking into the earth,
the shadow beneath
exploding into wind.
A heartbeat—and I was in front of her.
The first strike—straight, icy, compressed beyond reason.
Not a fist.
A concentrated tornado,
crushed into a single point.
Mira didn’t retreat.
She raised her palm—and stopped the blow.
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Stopped it. With her palm.
I felt the energy of my punch press against her aura—and simply… crumble.
She smiled with the corner of her lips:
— Weaker than last ti.
I exploded into lightning.
?? A Battle No One Understood
We vanished.
To the people—we simply disappeared.
To the demons—we beca two sared flashes.
But to us—everything was clear.
I struck from above with an icy spear of mana,
she deflected, turning so that fla spiraled around her.
She struck from the side—
a fire blade woven from pure force,
I blocked with a barrier of stone mana,
the barrier cracked.
I stepped back—
she stepped forward, at the sa ti throwing a fiery burst under my feet.
I took off—the vortex carried
upward.
She shot after
like a cot.
We collided in the air.
EXPLOSION.
The sky shuddered.
Soldiers below were thrown down by the wind.
Phoenixes scattered into fla.
Even the titans I had created slowed.
?? Mira’s Tactics
She dominated.
Not because she was stronger.
Because she controlled herself.
Every strike—precise.
Every attack—calculated.
Every step—an attempt to drive
to the position she wanted.
She played with
like an older player with a younger one in battle chess.
I tried to overwhelm with raw force—
she changed the vector,
breaking my trajectory with the slightest movent of a finger.
I hurled ice—
she lted it with heat.
I threw stone pikes—
she twisted them with her aura,
and the pikes flew back at .
I struck with lightning—
she grounded it through her own fla,
as if playing with the laws of nature.
Mira didn’t just dominate.
She read .
Read my emotions.
My rage.
My pain.
My intent.
Every ti I prepared to strike seriously—
she was already there.
?? Level: “Witnesses to a Battle of Gods”
For the army it looked like this:
First—two points.
Then—two lines.
Then—two elents.
Red.
Turquoise.
Fire.
Ice.
Explosions like blows from gigantic hamrs.
Hurricanes tearing the earth apart.
Streams of fire lifting stone into the air.
Lightning spiraling into the sky.
They couldn’t even tell which of us was which.
We weren’t human—
we were shapes of color and force.
— What… is that? — one soldier whispered.
— Are gods fighting?.. — another answered.
The demons began to retreat.
Even they understood:
this was not their war.
This was a Helvard family duel.
?? “Co Back, Zen”
We collided for the fifth ti—and I struck harder than before.
Mira’s feet carved three ters into the ground.
The fla around her flared brighter.
She stopped smiling.
— Enough, — she said quietly.
I lunged.
She caught my fist.
Twisted my arm.
Locked it.
Pain struck,
but the power inside
tore forward.
I tried to unleash a burst of rage—
she leaned close to my face and whispered:
— Co back.
— Don’t let what’s inside take you.
The words hit harder than her fists.
I faltered for a second.
She used that instant:
fire surged,
exploded,
and I was thrown dozens of ters away.
I crashed down.
The snow lted beneath .
She walked toward …
slowly.
Like soone who doesn’t want to finish you off.
But wants to reach you.
But I rose.
With fire in my eyes.
With rage in my veins.
With power that was barely listening to reason anymore.
And Mira understood:
the next strike would not be a ga.
the next strike would be the one after which soone wouldn’t stand back up.
She raised her hands.
The phoenixes behind her roared.
I took a step forward.
And the earth trembled.
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