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The Lord of the West, Nuska, knew she needed to find and kill that girl. A Chosen Hero. A bug that had dared. An insignificant. A. She unleashed a wave of destructive blue flame, not even needing to utter a skill word. Not even sure if she could. Her mind was boiling. Her body was aflame both figuratively and literally. She had never been this strong, didn’t even know it was POSSIBLE to be this strong. Her skill that used her Physical stat to enhance her magical skills was. She roared again, the stone around her washing away as molten liquid.
She needed to use the G.O.D. system. She could. She could reset the. The ring. Then. Rem. Remove. It. People were approaching. She screamed at them and their skin crackled away, their muscles shriveled, and their bones cracked and shattered. GODS THIS FELT GOOD. Decade after DECADE of HOLDING BACK. NOW she could. No no wait. SHE COULD. BURN. IT. ALL.
The tall walls of the city. Her CITY. Cracked and peeled open. Nothing could withstand her. Her people were running. Some were. Some were trying to. FIGHT HER?? Impossibly, SOMEHOW, that made her EVEN ANGRIER. “[ ]!!!!” Her skill, [Wordless Use] activated, and burning stars blossomed around her, and then shot out in all directions. Every time she destroyed something, the rage felt like hot burning pleasure. Nothing was beyond her. She would find. The. Girl. Soon.
Figures blurred towards her, and she was slammed backwards, out of the city. She felt the earth plow up around her, and then she swung around, the air distorting as she cast out a web of flames. It was cut apart. She knew that TECHNIQUE. HER OWN. ELITE. GUARD. Too much, it was like her head. Was bursting. Sloppy. She. A golden blade descended, and she punched it.
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The blade, and the figure holding the blade, vaporized. Emette. There was no room for sorrow. One of her oldest friends. Was. Dead. But. Someone else rushed her. She didn’t want to see who it was. Who was BETRAYING HER. She caught a glimpse of blue eyes, golden hair, and then she pulled back and kicked out, and the figure was blown backwards. Not. Dead. She got up, and she hit them again. Again. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN.
DEAD. Gone. Burned. The city. All those people. She had worked so hard. For so long. And they… always… MADE HER LIFE. HARDER. She leapt forward, her incredible Physical Stat carrying her up and over the city. She PUSHED. Buildings were reduced to shimmering liquid below her, cascading down streets. The cries only made her MORE FURIOUS. A glimmering bolt caught her in the shoulder, spinning her around.
She ripped it out. A Dragon Slayer bolt. They. THEY. Went to the ARMORY. She should be dead. Ah. PHYSICAL stat, too high. Above DRAGONS. Another bolt flew towards her, and she screamed, her voice crashing down in waves of physical fire upon the city below. She WAS a dragon. She… was killing… EVERYONE. SHE. LOVED.
Her Palace was cracking open below her. Her. Family. IN. There. Weak. They were all so weak, always so nagging, demanding, treating her like. NO. She flung her arms out, sending the spinning sphere of blue and white light flicking out into the port. The port vanished in the heat as another massive column rose into the air. She looked back down. Her hands ached, more flames coalescing.
She. The G.O.D. menu flickered up. Remove. Can’t. Too. Just. Flurries of attacks were spiraling up at her as she leapt back through the city, destroying the buildings around her even as she did. The girl. Teleported. G.O.D. menu. Teleported. Anywhere. Not here. ANYWHERE.
She cried with a voice of flame and endless rage, and then she was gone.
The city burned, walls collapsed, The Western capital city was broken beyond any attack in recorded history, the Lord gone, the defenders wounded or dead.
Far away, others took notice.