Before the chaos unleashed by Phantom and Silence's mana powder to mess with the tracking abilities, Guinelle had already found her place atop the cannon tower, perched like a silent owl. As she orchestrated her plan, the anti-magic barrier, which once acted as an impenetrable shield, fell, revealing its vulnerability.
With a pitiful glint in her eyes, Guinelle seized this opportunity to cast her sleep spell, a spell so potent it could grant an eternal slumber, or at least a much-needed reprieve from the relentless battle. Before the guard completely slept, he murmured, “I love my job…”
Guinelle tapped the transmitter in her ear and said, “Nebula-sama, I’ve successfully rerouted the death route.”
“Don’t you want to kill him? Once rested, it would be eternally addicting. It’s worth three years of waiting. I hope this plan won’t change direction because of this crucial point. That guy was born sweepy for life.”
“Don’t tease me, Nebula-sama! You know that I can’t kill only if necessary. It’s immoral for a Wicked Luna to punish the sinless.”
“Sins are eternal as blood flows through your veins. Even gods are sinful. It’s only fair to humans not to be all-knowing.”
“How about you? You seem to be an all-knowing person, far different from anyone in this world. Your intelligence gave birth to a new generation of technology.”
“Don’t compare me to the uncultured. An unfair rivalry makes my dopamine levels overloaded. My goal is to surpass the divine… To kill a divine.”
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Blessed with a unique combination of her parent's abilities, Macy's potential was as boundless as the starry sky. Her parents, beacons of familial love, nurtured her with unwavering support and guidance. Each day, the enchanting phrase, "Your good deeds might be transparent as glass, but the left trails imprint the hearts of others," echoed throughout their abode, instilling in Macy a profound sense of purpose.
A memory once vibrant, is now tinged with sorrow's hue. The passing of her beloved parents, like a storm that ravaged the landscape, distorted the contours of a cherished recollection. The adage that once resonated within her soul became a poignant irony, a stark contrast between the words and the reality she now faced. Screams of thousands of lives begging for salvation prevailed as a nightmare to her until now.
Her abilities are the unforgiven curse that lost its redemption, one that can never be forgiven. For her every dream, she bathed in crimson blood, surrounded by screams of people begging for them to be saved. When she wakes up, a thought comes to pieces: My abilities are a product of hatred that can never save people.
From her mother's embrace, she inherited a celestial gift- a magical ability guiding her through life's winding paths. Yet, her father's legacy was a macabre curse, a double-edged sword that wounded others, leaving an indelible mark on her soul. This curse became the catalyst, propelling her into the depths of her purgatory.
In that ephemeral moment, a gentle tap jolted Macy awake, her senses rekindled like flickering flames. As she and Quimora pivoted, their eyes met the piercing gaze of Hera. Hera's words crashed upon them like thunder, shattering any lingering doubts. "Cast aside your disbelief, Macy. This is no mere act of sabotage. This is war. Every casualty isn’t your fault."
Macy shook her head in disbelief, “No, this is no mere reason to use that curse. It’s a broken promise shared within our blood. Suffering is the only route out.”
Hera shook Macy’s body and gritted her teeth, scolding her silently. “We don’t have a choice! That skyway is crowded by overpowered people! Use your brain so that you can tell that we’ll die if we stay here. Your parents are dead. There’s no reason to cling to your mama’s tits and say sorry. You will help, or we will die here.”
Macy's heart hammered in her chest like a relentless drumbeat, echoing the weight of a decision that threatened to crush her spirit. As she turned away, her lips pressed together in silent determination, she whispered to herself, "Last chance. If this cursed power doesn't save Quimora, I don't know how to live anymore."
The air around her seemed to grow heavy with the burden of her choice, each breath a reminder of the potential consequences. A cold shiver ran down her spine, but she knew she had to act.
With trembling hands, she reached out and embraced the cursed power, feeling its raw energy surge through her veins. As she stood at the precipice of an unknown future, Macy's mind raced with memories of her with Quimora. She recalled their shared laughter, their whispered secrets, and the unbreakable bond they had forged.
Despair gnawed at her, threatening to consume her entirely. But amidst the darkness, a flicker of hope ignited within her soul. She knew she could not let Quimora's fate be sealed without a fight.
And so, with the weight of the world on her shoulders, Macy channeled the cursed power into a swirling vortex of energy. The air around her hummed with anticipation as she focused her will, pouring every ounce of her strength into the spell. In the blink of an eye, the two vanished within Hera’s vision. Hera smirked, “Hmph! The ability you’re scared of can’t even kill a mosquito.”
In a tempestuous swirl, an aura of imminent violence engulfed her senses. She pivoted, only to find the earth beneath her feet convulsing with fury, as ravenous roots erupted from the ground, lunging towards her with menacing intent. Without a moment's hesitation, she unleashed her lightning-fast reflexes, striking the vegetal assailants with such force that they recoiled into the depths of the soil.
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In the distance, she caught sight of an enigmatic figure - a man with silver strands of hair artfully undercut, sculpted muscles shimmering under the moonlight, standing tall at 6'3", an ethereal aura of tranquility enveloping him like a protective shield.
Did he see us? Hera thought.
From the man's back, a thorny thicket unfurled, gnarled roots lashing out at Hera like vengeful serpents. Too numerous to parry, she danced away, leaping towards the island where Gelly and Phantom clashed in a tempestuous ballet of metals and swings. With lithe grace, Hera snatched a blade from the ground, its cold steel a promise of reprisal. The man mirrored her leap, a fierce determination in his eyes, intent on evening the odds and turning the tide of their tumultuous encounter.
“Silence, you’re late to the party. Won’t you mind letting me dance with your partner as well?” Phantom mocked.
“Oh, it’s the five-second guy with a puffy face,” Hera joked as an insult. “You can’t even handle a fight without running away.”
“T–Take back what you said!” Phantom stuttered. “Don’t mind them, Silence. She’s spouting nonsense.”
“Don’t worry, Phantom,” Virtual Pigeon replied via Silence’s necklace. “That moment is forever saved and recorded.”
“Dam you, birdie!” Phantom's voice erupted like a thunderclap, echoing off the ancient stone walls. His cheeks burned with embarrassment. Yet, amidst his shame, a flicker of curiosity ignited within him. His gaze drifted behind him, drawn to a ladder that seemed to emerge from the ethereal mist. The air around it crackled with an unusual energy, a suspicious aura that sent a click to his spine.
“This place is full of rats. I don’t want to make this personal. I guess you all came here for a fair fight,” Phantom said.
Did he notice!? Hera’s eyes dilated, which made her think that she needed to distract him. “All musclebrained longed for one. I hope you don’t break your uttered words of nonsense.”
Virtual Pigeon laughed, “He called you nonsense! Even Musclebrains treat you as an idiot.”
Phantom stared at Silence’s necklace and laughed, “Only low-IQ people can recognize my genius. Childlike jokes are never serious. I know that one short and short-tempered person who calls Nebula when she’s offended.”
Gelly raised her brows and asked, “Who in the goddamn world was Nebula?”
Hera replied, “Our natural enemy, the one who caused this ruckus. I heard that that Nebula person sent countless dumbasses here.”
Phantom laughed and replied, “They should be grateful. Miss Suppose would kill a person without hesitation just for the sake of her plans.”
“Miss Suppose? I don’t like what you’re saying.” Hera uttered normally. However, her teeth gritted themselves behind her mouth as she clenched her fists, showing her nerves.
“I’m impressed you can still hold your triggers, Queen Kong. I once have an ignorant niece who lets her husband fuck everyone even if she knows it. It’s just disappointing that there are dumb people who can’t accept the truth. Five years worth of lies. What if I told you that the mastermind of this terror is beside you all along?”
As Hera's gaze shifted towards Gelly, a torrent of confusion swirled within the latter's eyes, causing her to shake her head in disbelief. In that instant, Hera's features twisted into a visage of unbridled fury, her lips parting to release a deafening roar that echoed like a dragon's wrath. The blade in her grasp ignited with an ethereal flame, mirroring the inferno that raged within her clenched fist. "How audacious of you to cast aspersions upon an innocent soul!" Hera's voice thundered, a tempest of indignation and fury intertwined.
As Hera surged forward with her fury, Phantom stood resolute. With lightning reflexes, Phantom deflected each blade strike from Hera's arsenal with his fingers. “It’s just disappointing that there are dumb people who can’t accept the truth.”
“I would never find the truth in someone as stupid as you!”
Amidst the clash of Hera and Phantom, a new battlefield emerged. Gelly and Silence, their bodies imbued with newfound strength, stepped into the fray. They faced each other with fierce determination, ready to unleash their might. Their fists collided, but to their surprise, they felt no pain, no damage afflicting them. It was as if they were invincible, untouched by the blows they dealt and received.
Hera, Gelly, and even Phantom found themselves surrounded by the verdant assault. The roots twined and twisted with their tendrils hungry to entrap and consume. “Hey! Watch where you’re aiming at! You’re not the only one invisible here!” Phantom shouted.
As Gelly launched her ferocious assault, Silence assumed a mystical stance, causing roots to slither across the land like serpents. These roots imbued with an insatiable starvation for mana, latched onto the people, draining their very life force. The spell that had once rendered Macy invisible shattered like glass, revealing her presence to the watchful eyes of her adversaries. Quimora, who had been stealthily scaling a ladder, was suddenly exposed as the invisibility spell that had cloaked her vanished into thin air.
“Sneaky girl, but still cute,” Phantom said as he teleported to Hera’s back. Hera swiped her blade backward. However, Phantom managed to block it using his foot.
“You seem confident.”
Phantom jumped off the blade and spun to Hera with a flying kick, which Hera defended with her elbow. “A mere pea-brained creature wouldn’t get it. How disgusting. I know you’re aware of the cannon for the escapees. Additionally, how would a frail girl jump down from a 30-meter vertical wall?”
“We’ll make it work somehow. As long as she escapes…”
“Sad to say, but everything you did was pointless. For this ugly place, hopes are only dreams.”
“I live by my own rules. You’re not the one to decide what will happen to us. All it takes is to defeat you!”
“That would never happen. After all, I also live by my own rules,” Phantom smirked.
In the maelstrom of battle, minutes felt like hours, yet no valiant warrior could hinder Quimora's audacious escape. Even the feared cannon, aimed at the ladder with deadly intent, remained silent, allowing her to ascend unchallenged. Reaching the top, Quimora exhaled a sigh of relief, her heart pounding with the exhilarating rhythm of survival.
Amidst the bustling crowd, a figure stealthily scaled the towering walls, her movements as silent as a shadow. Clad in a billowing cloak and an enigmatic mask, the mysterious figure evaded detection, slipping behind Quimora. As she drew closer to Quimora, her blade glinted ominously under the moonlight, a harbinger of impending danger, piercing Quimora’s stomach in mere seconds.
Amidst the shroud of uncertainty, Quimora's mind raced, searching for a way out. As if guided by fate, her body underwent a miraculous transformation. From her abdomen, a blade emerged, gleaming and sharp. Stunned by the unexpected growth, Quimora realized that her fate had taken a dramatic turn.
As Hera watched, her eyes reflected the unexpected outcome, a tapestry of hope unraveling into threads of sorrow and rage. The mission, once a beacon of salvation for Quimora, had foundered on the rocks of unforeseen circumstances, leaving Hera adrift in a sea of shattered dreams.
“QUIMORAAA!”