The Mysterious Mistress stood on the apex of Cherubel’s neck which was gushing out splurges of blood at an absurd rate. Still panting repeatedly, she wiped some of the sticky mess from her helmet then glared down at the severed angel’s head. “I feel like this is not enough. What if it reattached itself? I should deal with it thoroughly.”
She swooped down to where Cherubel’s head was barely keeping its balance on multiple blood spikes. Not delaying any further, she began hacking and slashing. The Mysterious Mistress viciously cut away at Cherubel’s head until not an unrecognizable feature remained. Chunky pieces of its visage fell into the bottomless pit below.
“Phew. This should do it.” A mechanical beep went off in the Mysterious Mistress’s helmet which was informing her that she had killed a Rank-A Field Monster. “Yes! This confirms it. It’s finally dead.”
Cherubel’s gigantic body started crumbling away into the unforeseen realm. As this was happening, the members of the audience were in awe of the Mysterious Tomb Rider’s triumph. Some were excited to the point where their maw could not close, others were so malcontent that they started fighting each other and most were shouting atop their lungs in elation. The cacophony of voices was so resounding that they almost put a crack into the arena’s transparent barrier. A little bit after the rants of the crowd died down, all of their gazes shifted to the humongous timers who were circulating the Ghoul Stadium. Many who were elated after witnessing the Mysterious Mistress’s triumph were now in a state of unhappiness.
“What the hell is up with that Timer? How come only 16 minutes are remaining?!!”
“This ain’t right! We lost track of time because we were too focused on that intense battle.”
“With only 16 minutes remaining, she will never make it across the finish line in time! She’s screwed! She’s totally screwed!”
“She went through all that hard work and in the end, it will never pay off.”
“Hahahahaha! Serves her right! That bitch is getting what she deserves. After killing off other Tomb Riders just to gain an advantage in the race, she deserves all that’s coming her way. Hahaha! ” The driver of the Press Roller, Unruly Ban laughed his voice away.
Swish!
Selain finished absorbing the Green Ghoul Soul, Silver Ghoul Soul and Ghoul Scraps which were left behind after Cherubel’s body faded into oblivion. The Mysterious Mistress was curious about something so she brought up the Timer on her helmet’s display. The result gave her heart a violent shake.
“Only 14 minutes remaining!!! What am I dawdling around here for? I better hurry to the finish line before I get disqualified!” The Mysterious Mistress jumped on her Motor then started dismounting the numerous blood spikes, making her way to the edifice’s exit.
The invisible wall which used to block the Tomb Riders from escaping the edifice had now vanished due to the death of the Rank-A Field Monster. Coming closer to the exit walls, the Mysterious Mistress pulled over her Motor then started scratching the side of her helmet as if she had forgotten about something important.
“Oh! That’s right. I almost forgot about him.” She spun her motorbike around, making her way towards an area close by which was decorated with rubble. The Mysterious Mistress used the front end of her Motor to push away the debris which led her to uncover the paled face Resotnero who was covered in dust and rocks. Strangely enough, aside from his previous leg injury, he was totally unscathed. How could this be when he definitely got hit by Cherubel’s crimson sword?
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“Cough! Cough!” Spitting out some dust, the perturbed Resotnero tossed his eyeballs on the voluptuous beauty who was reaching out to him.
“Here, take my hand. I’ll help you up.”
“You’ll what, lady?” Resotnero shot his ocular daggers straight at the Mysterious Mistress’s helmet. “Why the hell didn’t you give me a heads-up before you treat me like a piece of disposable shield? Even though I’m not hurt due to the effect of your Soul Insignia I’m still pissed off at you! Is this how you operate lady?”
“Whatever.” The Mysterious Mistress rolled her eyes at Resotnero. “You’re not hurt so what’s the big deal? I fulfil my part of the bargain. Now grab on to me, we don’t have much time before the race climax. If you still want to make it across the finish line then you better take my hand.” Her hand was left isolated for a short while until Resotnero decided to accept her help.
“Alright. But don’t do anything crazy like that ever again got it?”
“Yea, yea. Hurry up and hop on.”
The monitors within the eliminated chamber were displaying the Mysterious Mistress dragging up Resotnero from among some rubble which had a deep slash mark cutting through it. Kira saw her darling and her heart started beating once more.
Ba-dump! Ba-dump! Ba-dump!
“He’s still in the race!” Kira’s rabbit teeth were beaming with excitement. “I should have figured as much since he didn’t appear within this Elimination Room. But, I still won’t forgive that chick for toying with my darling Resotnero.” Kira tried sending her anger through the monitor to bombard the Mysterious Mistress, but of course, she didn’t possess such powers.
Unruly ban who was a few feet away from her, clicked his tongue in resentment. “Tsk, she got lucky against that monster but she still won’t make it across the finish line in time. It took them around 28 minutes to arrive at that area from the entrance of the catacomb. I’m no mathematician but if I add that distance to the one from the entrance of the catacomb to the finish line then there is no way in hell they could ever cross it in time! Unless a divine miracle falls out from the heavens, those two are sore losers! Hahahaha!”
White Demon who was biting her lip so hard that it even caused blood to spew from it was garnering her thoughts. ‘You tramp, you better make it across that finish line in time. If you ever lose this race then I’ll make you regret that instance when you slit my throat.’
The entirety of the Ghoul Stadium was wondering whether or not the Mysterious Tomb Rider would make it across the finish line before the Timer reaches zero. Even the illustrious Initiator was anticipating the final outcome. He was already standing by at the finish line to strike out whosoever came rushing over after the Timer reached zero.
Vrrrmm!
“I’m going to use everything I have to make it across the finish line, so make hold on tight!”
“Say no more.” Resotnero joyously wrapped his hand around the Mysterious mistress’s waist. His actions behoved some negative scolding from her mouth.
“Hey rat-boy where do you think you’re holding?!”
“Eh? But you said that I should hold on tight.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t say that you should hold on tight to me! Get your lascivious hands off! Selain has a lot of body for you to grab onto.”
“Alright! Alright! Alright! Don’t get your panties all twisted. Oh, I almost forgot, you’re not wearing any.” Resotnero’s comment made the mysterious lady momentarily flustered.
“You pervy mouse! I hope you fall off!”
Vrrrmm!!
Selain applied extra grease to her oscillating wheels for maximum efficiency. They were already halfway through the catacombs but even at their current pace, the road to the finish line was still far away.
The tumultuous audience was sitting on the edge of their seats, fervently waiting to see the outcome of tonight’s grandiose race. With their eyes peeled and hearts racing, nothing else occupied their focus aside from the Mysterious Mistress and Resotnero’s desperate acceleration.