Cloudia was relentless, her strikes thodical and efficient. She wasn't simply attacking—she was dismantling their morale.
The disciples flailed in desperation, their swords slicing through empty mist, striking nothing but air as their screams grew more frantic.
Every attempt to counter her was t with failure. In the blinding fog, Cloudia was everywhere and nowhere, a spectral predator tornting her prey.
One by one, the disciples fell, their cries of pain and panic echoing into the swirling mists.
The leader gritted his teeth, trying to steady his trembling hands as he popped another pill into his mouth to dull the pain from his severed arm. His mind raced, grasping for a strategy, but the situation was slipping through his fingers.
"We can't fight like this! Disperse the fog! Soone use a Wind Slashing Technique!" he commanded, his voice laced with desperation.
"I-I can't!" stamred one of the disciples, clutching at his side where Cloudia's claws had torn through his robes. "The mist... it's too thick, too heavy. It's like it's alive!"
Suddenly, a sharp, guttural growl erged from the fog, freezing them in place. Cloudia appeared briefly, her glowing eyes piercing the darkness, her form both ethereal and terrifying.
Just as quickly, she vanished again, leaving only the sound of her padded footsteps circling them like a predator toying with its cornered prey.
Reon watched silently from the edge of the battlefield, his sword still humming with Spiritual energy. His face remained stoic, though his eyes carried a gleam of satisfaction.
"Struggling already?" he called out, his voice slicing through the mist like a knife. "Weren't you Inner Disciples supposed to be the elite? The pride of the sect? And yet here you are—flailing, crying, stumbling around like blind fools. Truly pathetic."
He paused for a mont, letting the taunt sink in before continuing with a mocking smirk. "Then again, perhaps you're just the weakest of the Inner Sect Disciples."
"Shut up!" the leader roared, though his voice trembled slightly, betraying his growing frustration. "You think this is over? You're just hiding behind that beast! You're nothing without it!"
Reon tilted his head, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Oh? is that what you think? Funny, considering this is the sa beast you dismissed earlier—claiming it could only handle Outer Sect trashes."
The leader clenched his teeth, blood dripping from his injured arm as he glared at Reon. "We were misinford! We thought it was just a High-Rank Demonic Beast! Who would have guessed it would ascend to the rank of a Demonic Soldier in a single month? And with an elental attribute at that!"
Reon chuckled softly, his gaze sharp. "Of course it did. Cloudia improves because she has a purpose—unlike you, who squander your ti bullying the weak and doing your master's dirty work."
The leader's face twisted in anger. "Hah! Listen to you preach! Aren't you the sa Xue Taiyang who was infamous for his cruelty in the Outer Sect? The rumors about you painted you as a viper among snakes. And now you're playing the righteous hero?"
Reon's expression darkened for a mont before he let out a cold laugh. "Rumors. Do you honestly believe the lies spread by jealous failures who couldn't stand my achievents? If I were half the monster they claid, do you think I'd be wasting ti talking to you?"
The leader scoffed, but before he could respond, another blood-curdling scream echoed through the mist.
Cloudia struck with precision, her claws tearing through another disciple's defenses. He collapsed to his knees, clutching at his chest as his sword clattered to the ground.
The remaining disciples instinctively huddled closer together, their backs pressed against one another. Their once-proud stances were gone, replaced by trembling limbs and darting eyes.
"Sure enough," Reon thought to himself, his expression darkening. "I may not know exactly what this bastard Xue Taiyang did back in the Inner Sect, but it's clear it was far worse than I initially imagined. And now, I have to bear the consequences of his actions."
He paused, his thoughts settling as he tightened his grip on his sword. "When I return to the Sect, I'll find the truth and deal with it in due ti. For now, these fools are my problem."
The leader barked out, "Stand firm! Don't let the fog or that beast break you! It's just a trick! Focus, damn it!"
But his words fell on deaf ears. The fog seed to press in tighter, smothering their confidence and leaving only fear in its place.
Reon began to walk forward, his steps unhurried but purposeful. The mist parted slightly with his movent, revealing his darkly glowing sword. His voice, cold and unyielding, reached them like the final toll of a bell.
"Futile... utterly futile," he said, his tone dripping with calm authority. "You're wasting your strength. Enough gas. Let's end this."
Cloudia's low growl rumbled in the mist, a prelude to the impending onslaught, as Reon closed the distance. The fear in the disciples' eyes turned into pure terror as they realized there was no escape.
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