Book 3. Chapter 20.

“The Taste of Fear.” Part 2

Warning: this chapter contains violent scenes not suitable for minors or susceptible persons.

The harrowing sound of bones breaking exploded in Kalysto’s ears, fracturing something inside her.

[The passive skill Mental Defense has been deactivated.]

Kalysto ignored the lone violet window that opened to her left, just as she ignored the sadistic, satisfaction-laden look on Mhiralla’s face as she watched it shatter in front of her blue eyes.

The same shade of blue of the system window no longer appeared before the saintess.

Time almost seemed to run in slow motion as Kalysto watched in disbelief and torturous despair as the blood and remains of her father escaped from the clenched fist of the goddess, the blood leaking between the pale fingers, like a river.

At the same time, Kalysto’s body seemed to be numb.

Everything inside her seemed to be frozen, as if her insides were nothing but an immense and infinite void completely numb while that single second in which everything changed seemed to last an eternity for her.

No, this can’t be real. She thought, unable to believe what she was seeing.

If the memory of her mother’s cold body covered in blood as she lay sprawled on the dirty kitchen floor of her childhood home had broken her when she was fourteen, this completely devastated her.

Shattering absolutely everything inside her.

Then came the rage.

And with it, the darkness.

A wave of shadows was violently expelled from her body, devastating everything around her. The edges of the wave of darkness turned into sharp black crystal stakes that attacked the goddess, but only managed to tear the skirt of her long white dress.

Meanwhile, the white radiance surrounding Mhiralla kept her skin intact.

“Dad!” Kalysto shouted at the top of his lungs as he ran toward him.

<> Persephone joined in, as two snaking tentacles of black mana sprouted from Kalysto’s left shoulder, covering her skin as they descended to her hand, like a three-dimensional relief tattoo.

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Wave after wave of darkness attacked the goddess, but to no avail.

“Silly girl!” Mhiralla mocked. “You can never defeat me!” She mocked as she tossed the remains of Kalysto’s father’s body aside and raised her outstretched palm toward her. Ten ice spears materialized on the spot, hurling themselves at the fairy champion. “Lightning bolts!” Hundreds of lightning bolts joined the ice spears, preventing Kalysto from approaching the remains of her father. Then the saintess transformed into shadows. Moving easily across the ground as she evaded the goddess’s continuous lightning bolts.

Kalysto returned to form behind Mhiralla with her axe held high, ready to slit her throat.

But Mhiralla was quicker and threw a punch against her side, smashing her body against the remains of the palace.

[The passive skill Pain Resistance has been activated.]

<> Persephone snarled as ‘they’ rose from the rubble.

“I agree!” But as soon as she finished getting up, Mhiralla blew against the palm of her good hand as if blowing her a kiss, and a whirlwind shot out at the saintess, giving her no time to react.

The tip of a thick split glass buried itself in the left side of her hip as her body slammed into several clusters of debris, piercing one wall after another until it came to rest in the wide window that caused a deep gash.

“Regeneration!” Kalysto conjured several times as she stood up, not at all willing to let herself be defeated so easily. “Lightning!” She added, raising her right hand. “Dark mana creation! Dark mana manipulation!” She said, kicking the ground with her right foot and throwing dark crystal spikes at the eyes of the goddess, who evaded them with ease. “Fire blast!” She launched, taking her by surprise.

At the same time, hundreds of black crystal stakes were created and launched from her left hand, at Persephone’s command.

The light emanating from Mhiralla’s body grew stronger and stronger to defend against Persephone’s dark attacks, although part of her skirt was burned by the fire before her light began to spread.

“How dare you burn my dress?” And for a second her huge figure disappeared, only to appear again right next to Kalysto, her gigantic foot crashing into the small body of the saintess. Crashing it against several walls that were still half standing.

“Shit!” she grunted as she coughed, the dust that rose from the fall entering her lungs as her fingers trembled as she brought her hand to the unhealed wound caused by the glass. “Purification! Regeneration!” She conjured several times before pulling out three mana crystals from her inventory as soon as the wound was completely closed. “Absorb! Absorb! Absorb!“

[Congratulations! The user has acquired 15,000 MP!]

[Congratulations! The user has acquired 11,000 MP!]

[Congratulations! The user has acquired 14.000 MP!]

[The skill Absorb has leveled up to level 111!]

“Aahhhhh!” Kalysto shouted, quickly getting up and then summoning her axe with telekinesis and lunging at Mhiralla again. In contrast, the goddess summoned a spear of light with which she evaded the continuous attacks of Persephone’s mana tentacles. But even though Kalysto’s attack struck the goddess’ forearm, it barely created a small scratch, from which not even blood spurted out. “Fire creation!” She conjured quickly when she saw that her attack didn’t work. But a wave of light emanated from Mhiralla’s body, launching Kalysto almost a hundred meters away from the goddess.

<> Persephone complained as four long tentacles of darkness emanated from Kalysto’s left hand and launched themselves at the goddess, keeping her busy while they recovered from the last attack.

“Get her to hold still for two minutes and I’ll match the board. Inspection!”

A violet window opened to her left.

[Name: Mhiralla

Race: Divine

Level: 45

Title: Descendant of the Gods.

HP: 30’420.999/30’420.999

MP: 60’990,999/60’990,999]

A curse escaped Kalysto’s lips as soon as she read the goddess’s stats.