Book 3. Chapter 21.

“Mhiralla.” Part 3

Seth-Mainyu entered the garden, his skin slightly tanned by the summer sun losing a bit of color as he struggled to counteract with his own power the manifestation of his older sister’s aura.

But still, he wasn’t even close to her heels. Even though they were only two years apart.

His only consolation was that their older brother couldn’t compete against her either.

In fact, no one he knew, other than his father, could surpass her.

“There is an intruder in the garden,” whispered Sejmet, the only female child of the god of darkness, and his spoiled little girl. “I think it’s one of ‘that’ woman’s other daughters.”

All youthfulness disappeared completely from the face of the youngest of the three children of the god Ygaerae. Seth-Mainyu’s face became disfigured with contempt as he looked in the direction his older sister indicated.

The shadows around Mhiralla immediately disappeared, and her stealth skill was disabled against her will.

“How dare one of that lying, traitorous bitch’s daughters come to my father’s house?”

Bursts of pure darkness erupted from Seth-Mainyu’s body violently. One second he was near the entrance of the garden and half a second later his fist smashed into the pale face of Mhiralla, who did not even have time to defend herself.

The body of the young Mhiralla, who was two years younger than Seth-Mainyu, crashed against one of the side walls of the garden, cracking the stone and causing the taste of blood to flood her tongue.

Sheer terror was drawn on the face of the only blonde in the garden as the smell of urine wafted into the air and a small puddle of yellow began to grow underneath her.

“Ha! Apart from infiltrating like a cowardly cockroach, you dare to dirty my father’s house?” growled the young man angrily, while his older sister gave her a look of indifference, as if Mhiralla was nothing more than a simple ant in the middle of her beautiful garden.

Terrified at the possibility of dying at any moment at the hands of the psychopath who pounced on her, Mhiralla disappeared in a flash of white light and reappeared outside the castle, kneeling against the hard stone as she braced her hands against the earth and coughed blood, her back streaked with bruises.

As Mhiralla continued to cough up blood, Kalysto couldn’t help the thin smile laden with satisfaction that crept across her face as she reveled in the terror drawn on the face of her father’s assassin. Wishing she had the power to break her even more.

“I will have my revenge!” promised the goddess. “I will take revenge for this horrible humiliation, and I will make them eat the dust!” She sobbed, tears mingling with the blood she had already spit out. “I will make them kneel before me! You’ll see! This will not stand!” she vowed.

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Again, the thick mist that covered the saintess’s knees rose up again, obstructing her vision. Until a few seconds later it descended again, allowing her to see a Mhiralla who had lost all traces of her childhood, her chubby cheeks were left behind and now both her face and her body reflected her entrance into adulthood.

This time, they were in the middle of a thick forest.

While Mhiralla was hiding behind a bush, watching a dark elf dressed in black whose serious wounds began to take their toll after finishing off a dozen monsters, waiting for her chance to attack.

The elf fell to the ground, his hands shaking as he tried to pull a home stone from his inventory and activate it, but he lost his grip on it and the stone fell to the ground as his knees lost strength and tripped him. Blood gushed from his last wound like a spring, staining the ground as he struggled to pull a potion from his inventory.

But seeing that he was trying to heal himself so he could escape, Mhiralla rushed to take the small glass bottle from him.

“And who are you?” the elf panicked, trying in vain to get away from her. But the young goddess prevented him. And immediately she took his hand and whispered:

“That’s none of your business... Absorb!” for the first time Kalysto could see what her skill looked like from the outside, the energy entering the goddess’ body at the same time as a black window with golden edges appeared before Mhiralla.

Taking them both by surprise.

“What is this?” The goddess was surprised, “What kind of magic is this?” And as she finished absorbing the young elf’s stats and skills, he disintegrated, reducing himself to a lump of ash that was quickly blown away by the wind. Confirming what Kalysto had feared would happen to her if she had allowed Darla to absorb her healing skill.

As surprised as Kalysto was at the ease with which Mhiralla had gained a system, a sinister smile tugged at her lips.

<< And what the heck is wrong with you? What are you thinking about?>> questioned Persephone, whose presence had been completely forgotten by Kalysto.

“Nothing,” the saintess hastened to answer.

<> she questioned, her voice full of irony.

But Kalysto ignored her.

Too fascinated with her new discovery to care what Persephone thought of her.

Then, the scene in front of the fairy champion changed again, although this time it didn't seem so much time had passed.

Several of Seth-Mainyu's followers were killed during the surprise attack caused by the monsters conjured by Mhiralla, however three of them were still alive but seriously wounded. For what the goddess did not miss the opportunity to absorb the first of them.

Before the second one screamed at the sight of his comrade in arms being turned to ashes, Mhiralla rushed to absorb his power, but as she was about to do the same to the third one, a whirlpool of shadows appeared before her and Seth-Mainyu's sword cut off her arm.

“But look at what we have here, so you are the dirty cockroach that has been killing my warriors?” mocked the god, who had become a much more powerful man than Mhiralla had thought.

And before the young goddess could do anything to defend herself Seth-Mainyu's thick hand opened up, encompassing the entire face of the Mhiralla.

“Absorb!” Seth-Mainyu snarled, taking not only the black system that Mhiralla had taken from one of his warriors a few months ago, but also part of his skills and powers. “Never ever dare to touch one of mine again or I will kill you!”

Pure terror such as the goddess had never felt before gripped her, at the same time Kalysto's heart trembled as she realized that he too had the same skill as she did.

What on earth? thought the fairy champion, unable to believe what she was witnessing.

It was then that the white glow surrounded Mhiralla's body just before she disappeared, but it was too late.

The goddess had already lost not only the system, but much of her powers, in less than a second.