Two large shadows loomed far above from the earth. One was in the shape of an owl, the other a serpentine dragon. Both of them stared in the distance, looking at a woman wearing a black bodysuit. Beside her, a man with a bare chest, with a cold, bestial look in his eyes stood.
The man opened his mouth, revealing his sharp canines.
[Back off, cowards! All of your Saints have met their doom, besides that one]. Lance said as he glanced at the man with long dark brown hair wearing an obsidian armor.
[Back off, you say. Do you not know what you are saying, Lance? There's no way you would be able to take on those two, all alone]. Bairon replied.
Syra, the woman wearing the black bodysuit took a step forward. Then spoke in a sharp tone:
[Is all of this bloodshed really necessary, Madorca? Vansel?]
[Yes, it is. After all, we gave you a choice. Yet, you chose not to do it. You could've just remained peacefully in your palace, and we wouldn't have needed to storm into the Obsidian Hound's territory like this.] The owl—Vansel's voice resounded throughout the cold night sky.
The Azure Dragon left his transformed state. Beneath that menacing appearance, was a handsome man with emerald eyes.
"Should I give you a surprise, Syra?"
"What—suddenly, the sound of something cutting through the air reached Syra's ears, though it was too late now.
An azure blade gleamed under the moonlight, making it's way towards Lance's neck.
"No!" Syra called out.
Lance noticed it, as well. But, the blade was just an inch away, and then, it moved past his head, as if his neck did not exist.
SLIT!
THUD!
After a moment, Lance's head fell down, detached from his body. Then, his body fell. Slowly all of that area started to bathe in blood.
Syra's eyes widened. She froze. All of her world crumbled before her. She had already lost so many to this cruel world, and now this?!
"That was what you had chosen. Do not blame me, young lady." Madorca's voice reached her ears.
Then, all emotions were suddenly gone from Syra's face, and eyes. One that she wanted to bury deep within, suddenly rose, and in all its might.
The corner of Syra's mouth twitched. Then, a mad smile appeared.
"Remember this, Madorca and Vansel. Till now, I only did what I did for I hated this world and the system. But now... now this is a personal grudge, one that I'd kill as many as I'd need to for."
For a second, Madorca's face paled. Then, he burst with laughter.
"For a second, I was genuinely scared," He looked at Syra, his expression changed to serious.
"Do your worst."
....
Bairon's world was encompassed in light. Just the moment the Azure Dragon had finished his words, his world was encompassed in lightning.
A strange, pleasantly warm, intensely hot sensation coursed through Bairon's entire being, the deepest layers of his soul, too.
Bairon's eyes widened.
'Wha—
....
"It seems you've broken past that layer." Madorca said, rubbing his chin.
Vansel, who stood beside him, said.
"She's definitely acquired an Ultimate Skill."
The two remarked, while Syra stood alone. Her body was covered in an ethereal glow, golden flames were burning all around her.
"Die." She said, waving her hand. Unleashing a beam that obliterated all in its path.
Madorca barely dodged the attack, thanks to his [Gifted One].
"My, my.... see what you have become."
"A wild beast, indeed."
The temperature around Vansel dropped down tremendously. Several [Icicle Shots] manifested themselves around him, all pointed at one: Syra.
Vansel swung his hand, releasing all of the massive [Icicle Shots].
Syra appeared before the [Icicle Shots], breaking them with simple punches and kicks.
Her golden eyes were now brighter than ever, filled with an extremely potent power.
She raised her hand, and a blade forged out of gold, entirely out of her magicules, materialised in her hand.
She appeared before the two Grand Saints.
Madorca instantly leapt back, his instincts sharp as ever.
Vansel did so, too. But, he shifted onto offense, just as quickly as he had dodged.
In his hand, a blade forged out of ice, glowed under the night sky.
His blade clashed with Syra's, immediately breaking into several shards upon impact.
Vansel immediately switched his approach, appearing behind Syra, only to be met by a heavy elbow. It missed by a hair's breadth. Fortunately.
FWOOOSSHHH!
A beam made it's way towards Syra. Syra reacted fast, turning back. But the beam collided.
BOOMMM!
Madorca appeared before Syra, landing a direct kick. She seemed unfazed, however.
She retaliated with a full blown blast.
BOOM!
Dust and debris rose from the ground.
Madorca walked out of the dust, his body damaged. In an instant, though, it healed.
Syra stood alone, surrounded by two Grand Saints.
Golden pillars of flames rose from the ground, then expanded into all directions.
BOOM!
Madorca's hand appeared from the flames, a thin barrier of blue clung to his body, trying futile attempts to save it's user.
Madorca walked through the flames, his body healed as fast as it was being destroyed. Madorca's [Gifted One] provided him with many, many benefits. It was befitting for a pseudo-ultimate.
Madorca's emerald eyes were slowly regaining the madness that Madorca usually kept hidden behind his fake demeanor, one that he had come up with over living for so many years.
He chuckled evilly, "do you plan to kill me? Evil brat."
He dashed towards Syra before being blown away with another flame pillar.
Any normal person would die by now, even with very high speed regeneration. Syra's flames after gaining an Ultimate were just that stong.
But, Madorca was a special case. He believed that he was bestowed upon his power by 'GOD.' And no. It wasn't the conventional GOD that people usually built to blame for their failure; for their actions; for justifying their acts; saying that they can't change any as it's all destined to happen one way, anc such.
Madorca believed in a different GOD. The GOD he belived in, was himself. For him, he was the one who had bestowed upon him, his power. That was all so strange.... right? But that was what the other two Grand Saints believed. Perhaps the truth went way deeper.
Syra turned to look at Vansel, who should have a harder time? He was doing even better than Madorca, for he had [Detached]. A skill that provided him with complete nullification over non-physical attacks as longer as his opponent was weaker than him.
Now, though, here, Syra was more powerful than him. So it wasn't complete nullification but still provided quite a lot of resistance.
Vansel shifted between different attacks, trying to harm Syra. Sometimes [Icicle Shots], sometimes [Ice Break], and many.
Vansel appeared beside Syra, sweeping at her legs, trying to throw her off-balance.
Syra stumbled, but turned mid-air as she sprang up immediately.
Golden flames burst out from her body. Vansel's piercing, ice cold, blue eyes widened.
BOOOOM!
FWOOOSSHHH!
BOOOOM!
A beam crashed on Syra.
Madorca landed beside Syra. Then he unleashed several punches and kicks, even conjuring several weapons of condensed magicules. All of that seemed futile. Syra was just too fast!
It seemed like there was an invisible wall between them, and an insurmountable peak that couldn't be conquered.
Suddenly, Madorca's energy level spiked up. The air around him shifted. His body glowed with a blue glow. When it disappeared,
his body took on the properties of his Azure Dragon form:
His emerald eyes now had bestial tinged within. His body became fully covered in pale, blue scale armor. His hair became white and longer.
From behind Syra, another potent energy rose. It was Vansel's.
His body was now covered in ghostly white feathers, his piercing blue eyes seemed to take on even more intelligence. He had grown a pair of wings—with the same white ghostly feathers.
This was the Grand Saints with most of their powers unleashed. Their energy could rival even the strongest individuals, except for a few—ones that could not be touched, no matter what—The True Dragons.
Both Madorca and Vansel had become serious. Both of them lunged at Syra. Syra tried to once again use raw power, unleashing another burst of her flames, however, the two seemed almost unaffected now.
Madorca launched a powerful beam at her, Vansel launched hundreds of thousands of sharp condensed ice spears.
Suddenly, Syra's energy level dropped by a tremendous amount. It was the result of another one of Madorca's skills. This one allowed him to block off all of his opponent's skills for sometime. Although it required too much energy, Madorca managed it due to his extremely high proficiency in manipulating energy, magicules.
Most of Syra's powers were sealed, for now. She had been severely weakened. Almost back to her previous state. And she was facing two people who were equal to her in terms of power, and way higher in terms of experience. She could not afford to make any mistakes. She could do one thing: run away. And she didn't plan on doing that. Atleast not yet.
THOOM! THOOM! THOOM! THOOM! THOOM! THOOM! THOOM! THOOM!
The three clashed and clashed. The earth around them shook under such pressure.
The two were not giving Syra any chance to enter her partial-tranformation state.
Madorca kept lowering her energy, and keeping it at that, while also engaging in direct hand-to-hand. Vansel was not giving her any chance to attack. All in all, she could only defend.
Soon after. Syra was in a broken state. Her energy levels had dropped by a lot, she was trying to defend against two beasts who showed no signs of stopping. Her entire body ached. Her bones had become sore. It if had been just mere seconds, it all seemed like several hours of agony. And not only that, it seemed the two of them were also using all other skills and powers they had to try and weaken her.
STOP! UGH!
'One! I need just one chance to escape!'
Syra's mind was slowly falling apart. But soon, an opportunity presented itself.
Valsen was unable to conjure some attacks of his during the continuous onslaught. Syra used that opportunity to leap away. Leaving the two surprised.
"Where are you going? Scared cat." Madorca said, grinning at Syra.
Syra ran with all her might, towards the nearest teleportation circle. She ran like any person would when their death was right infront of them. She did not fear death. But she did not want to die like this. She needed to kill these two, and many others. If only Madorca was unable to block off all of her skills, she would muster up enough strength to drag these two with her to hell.
Syra eventually found a one-use teleportation circle of her clan. Using it, she teleported inside of her clan's citadel.
Then, she ran away from there too, like a coward.
She left all of her people to die.
She was no better than those selfish bastards.
As she ran, a river of tears flowed behind her.