On the western side of the continent, there was a desolate land that spread for several kilometres separating the forest from the desert.

The land that had been peaceful for several decades was now completely destroyed and had many large craters around the ground.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The sound of constant clashing of metal echoed as four figures could be seen moving around in the sky!

A woman with long glossy black hair instantly closed the distance between them with swift, flowing movements. With a perfectly time strike, she swung her sword in a wide horizontal slash. However, a handsome man, endowed with short black hair saw through the trajectory of the blade of her sword and countered with a vertical slash.

Clang!

A metallic sound resounded as both their swords collided.

"As expected of you. That crazy battle sense of yours never ceases to amaze me." The black-haired man said, with a hearty laugh.

"..." The black-haired woman, on the contrary, remained silent with her soft brows furrowed into a deep frown.

The grip on her sword tightened as she shoved his blade aside, leaping back and sheathing her sword into the scabbard that hung at her slender waist.

The handsome man with short inky black hair dressed in plate armor carrying a great sword twice the size of his own body, could be seen suspended in mid-air, four pairs of raven black wings flapping softly behind his back, it gave him the appearance of that of a fallen angel.

Meanwhile, the beautiful woman with long inky black hair that cascaded down to her waist, could also be seen suspended in mid-air, she donned a female style armor and had four pairs of white angelic wings extended from her back.

It gave her the appearance of a Valkyrie. Or rather, an angel.

The black-haired man had a fierce and lofty aura surrounding him, it bore down on the world with a mighty pressure.

While the black-haired woman had a gentle and pure aura surrounding her. She seems noble and sacred, like someone untainted by the vileness of the world, completely inviolable.

"Monica, won't you surrender already? Face it, you have already lost this war." The black-haired man said.

"Lost? As far as I'm concerned the outcome of this war has yet to be seen." The black-haired woman who goes by the name Monica replied, as she unsheathes the blade of her sword.

Seeing that, the black-haired man scoffed. But he didn't lower his guard, his expression became stern as he raised his vigilance.

It was Monica's fighting style to unsheathe her sword with swift and graceful movement, to attack at her opponents' blind spots at blinding speed.

He held his great sword over his shoulder as he muttered, not hiding his disdain.

"Foolish, you haven't changed at all... despite living for so long, you still can't see beyond the mountain you had chosen to climb."

Even though his words were filled with mockery, Monica could feel a lot of disappointment within his tone of voice.

Her amethysts like eyes also shone with conflicted emotions as she stared at the young man before her.

However, despite the emotions burning in her chest, she responded without faltering.

"Say what you will, but... the moment I chose to follow that man, I knew I was firm in my decision. As long as he loyally follows that woman then I shall also do my best to follow her as well."

However, a deep frowned appeared on the black-haired man's face. "...You're following a man whose path had already ended long ago." He snickered coldly.

Soon, his figure disappeared from his former position. However, Monica didn't panic, instead she swiftly raised her sword overhead.

Clang!

Suddenly, the blade of the black-haired man's great sword collided fiercely with Monica's sword.

The sound of metal clashing against metal rang out, as Monica's beautiful face grimaced under the weight.

"It seems I really underestimated your intelligence, Monica! To think that you actually think that man will one day return, how foolish! Our goddess had already destroyed his physical body, she also sent his soul to the deepest depths of the underworld! There is no coming back for him!"

The black-haired man exclaimed, his grip on the blade of his sword strengthens, putting more weight onto his great sword.

"Tsk, you're the foolish one if you think such a thing could stop the man who was once known as the strongest!" Monica replied indifferently.

Her soft, pink lips parted as she recited an incantation. Space was altered for a brief moment, as she disappeared from her former position using teleportation magic, known to the space element.

She soon appeared at a distance of roughly twenty meters away from the black-haired man.

Beads of sweat could be seen trickling down her face. But even then, it did nothing but brings out her beauty even more.

However, the black-haired man had already closed the distance, multiple slashes of sword rained down upon her slender figure continuously.

"Tch." With a click of her tongue, Monica braced her sword, observing the trajectory of each of his swing before countering them all accordingly. The sound of screeching metal echoed through the vacant sky.

The black-haired man's swing was all lethal and vicious. The blade of his sword constantly targeted Monica's vitals, however, once the blade of his sword came within reach, Monica deflected the incoming attack using the flat side of her sword.

Shockwave and chaotic energy erupted, as they locked weapons.

With a twist of her slender body, Monica's spear like kick slammed into his side. The black-haired man's face twisted in pain as his body was sent flying from the force of Monica's kick. His hand subconsciously held his abdomen where Monica had attacked him.

"Tch, what a pain." He grumbles to himself. During their exchange of attacks, he had only dealt light wounds onto Monica's body, wound which could be healed using healing magic.

Even though he had attacked her with all his might, he couldn't deal a deciding blow. Monica's chest heaved with each of her breaths, her expression was stern as she cast healing magic onto herself.

'I have to end this quickly.' She decided inwardly. It would be bothersome if this fight is drawn out any longer.

"Feathers of blades!" Monica exclaimed.

At the same time, her four pairs of white wings unfurl outwards. Like a rose, elegantly opening up its petals. Hundreds of white feathers gathered in mid-air with Monica in the centre.

Suddenly, each feathers turned their blade towards the black-haired man, they all shot outwards at a terrifying speed.

Each feather of blades travelled at a speed that easily surpassed the speed of sound. Wherever they passed, the sky was being forcefully torn apart like thin paper.

However, to the black-haired man, that kind of speed wasn't much. In fact, his expression was completely unfazed.

He took out a device and sent his magical energy inside it, causing the device to shine subtly!

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Soon, a golden mirror appeared before him. It didn't seem to be solid, the mirror was illusory, as though it could disappear at any moment. Appearance wise, the mirror didn't seem to be anything special, and one would subconsciously ignore it at a glance.

However, the seemingly ordinary mirror contained extraordinary power.

Seeing the appearance of the mirror, Monica's indifferent expression changed abruptly, as she muttered under her breath.

"As expected of you, Isaac. As a commander, it makes sense you would have such an amazing artifact."

All hundreds of the blades of feathers seem to be influence by a mysterious power. The velocity of their acceleration was reduced the closer they travelled.

As the gap between them was shortened each of the feathers gradually lost their momentum. The glass ripples silently like disturbed water, as they went inside the mirror as though they were being pulled in by an unstoppable force.

The glass of the mirror once again ripples slightly like churning waters. The figure of Monica was then reflected within the mirror. Suddenly, her eyes narrowed as she furrowed her brow. A bad premonition filled her head.

As though answering that, once the mirror had absorbed all the feathers, it fired them all back into Monica's direction.

The speed of the feathers easily exceeded their previous velocity and were now three times as fast as before.

As the feathers were launched, Monica quickly evaded them with unmatched reaction speed.

However, the feathers were locked onto her figure, they drew an arc through the air as they once again pursue her. She manoeuvres between the feathers, swinging her sword and cutting down the ones she deems impossible to dodge.

Due to Monica's aerial manoeuvring, the feathers all failed to impact her body, as they tore through the sky at a tremendous speed.

"I suppose it would be too boring for me to stay still and watch silently." The black-haired man said. He pointed the tip of his blade towards Monica as black lightning flickered violently onto his blade.

Swish!

For a moment, the sky lit up with a flash of light as the black lightning closed the distance. Monica had been evading all the feathers attempting to pierce her body when her instincts suddenly warned her of impending danger. With a glance back, the black lightning reflected in her pupils.

"Annoying, flames of annihilation!" Monica quickly recited the incantation for the activation of her spell. A magic formation appeared, as a torrent of searing hot flames shot outwards.

Both flames and lightning met from the front, creating a massive explosion at a single point in the sky. Monica shielded herself from the fierce wind pressure.

Suddenly, the movements of the feathers were altered, half of them change their trajectory. Fifty of them closed in on her from the front, Monica's eyes were drawn to the fifty of them already approaching from her back.

With a deafening boom, the atmosphere rumbled fiercely as each of the feathers impacted against her body. Seeing this, the black-haired man expression became stern. An intense wind blew, tousling his hair in the process.

However, as Monica's figure became visible, he noticed she had successfully blocked the fifty feathers using a dome shape energy barrier.

"It will take more than this to take me down." With her right arm extended, she glared at the black-haired man with killing intent flashing in her eyes. Her beautiful face was twisted slightly in pain. In the earlier explosion, she had failed to suppress black lightning completely. Her right arm was heavily injured, it was charred black.

However, she didn't let her guard down, the remainder of the feathers were currently approaching her at an incredible speed.

"Tch." Monica clicked her tongue. She dispersed the energy barrier as her wings spread outwards, her figure quickly vanishes as she made evasive manoeuvres, weaving through the gaps in their barrage of fire.

Her movements were sharp and swift, flying through the open skies at a tremendous speed.

Each of the feathers tried piercing her body but was unable to keep up with her speed.

The feathers spread out, attempting to catch her in a pincer attack from all sides.

Monica's expression remained calm. At the same time, the blade of her sword glowed faintly as she slashed forward, releasing a blast of light towards the incoming feathers.

BOOOOOOOOM!

For a moment, the entire sky was dyed a shade of white, as it was completely illuminated by the light that was released from Monica's sword, blinding them both.

The feathers were all reduced to dust by the intense heat of the slash of light.

Even the light of the sun seemed insignificant in comparison.

Monica's beautiful long inky black hair swayed messily by the intense wind that erupted from her attack, while she used her left empty hand to cover her eyes from the blinding light.

Once the illumination of the light had disappeared, and the two could finally see... they both stared warily at the other.

At the same time, in the distance....

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Two silhouettes could vaguely be seen clashing together in quick succession. Causing the many scarce clouds in the distance to instantly disperse and disappear completely.

"Ahahaha! You old pigeons think you can withstand the great me! One strike from my mighty fist is all it took to shatter your weak armor!" A bulky man wearing a pair of gauntlets exclaimed proudly.

The man had short brown hair and a face with several scars going across from the left side. Two black wings could be seen from his back.

Meanwhile, a man with slightly long blonde-haired and golden eyes dressed in a silver armor with many cracks stood ten meters away, despite the state of his armor the man had a rather composed expression on his handsome face.

"Sigh, you are as much as of a brute as I heard. Though, I guess that is to be expected from the one who holds the title of the 'right fist' of that goddess."

The blonde-haired man said, his tone not hiding his disdain. He then held his sword upwards, so that the blade of his sword pointed towards the clear blue sky.

At the same time as his two white wings spread wide scattering white feathers around.

"Heh, I don't know what you're up to but, my fist will shatter every one of your futile attacks!" The brown-haired man shouted confidently.

"It's that confidence of yours why you had to run with your tail between your ass last time, you went against our vice commander." The blonde-haired man uttered those words coldly.

Hearing that the brown-haired man clenched his fist in fury, that defeat was his most shameful and most humiliating defeat he had ever suffered.

Not only was the other side looking down on him but, his opponent didn't even saw him as a worthy opponent.

"Tch, world destroying fist!" He roared. Soon both his fist crackled with dark energy as though those fists could destroy everything in their path!

Without warning the brown-haired man, one of the general of the goddess of death, Maurice charged towards the general of the goddess of vitality with unmatched speed.

Ethan, one of the four great generals of the goddess of vitality, stared at Maurice coming at him like a rocket with indifference. However, on the inside only he knew how nervous he actually was. The attack from the other side wasn't to be taken lightly.

Soon he poured his spiritual energy inside his spirit sword and a haughty voice echoed in his head.

[Hmph, kids these days don't know the immensity between heaven and earth.] The spirit sword said in a haughty tone.

"Then why don't we show them?!" Ethan replied.

Soon, the blade of his sword shone brightly as he brought it downwards in a vertical slash. At the same time, Maurice lunged his fist forward, both fist and sword connected from the front, creating a tremendous explosion in the sky!

BOOOOOOOOOOM!

Both sides grunted, as they were pushed back and carried away in opposite direction by the fierce wind pressure!

Soon, spatial cracks appeared in the sky, while annihilation lightning was released from within the void, as though to destroy everything in its path.

It was as if the world couldn't withstand the powerful attack of both sides. Ethan winced as his armor broke apart, while Maurice's right arm was cleanly severed from his shoulder and had turned to dust from the explosion just now!

[Tsk, if you had given me a little more spiritual energy, I could have destroyed half of his body.] The spirit sword complained in a bitter tone.

"A little more, I gave you more than half my reserved on spiritual energy, you know? Any more than that, and I'd be left in a coma." Ethan replied, with a bitter grimaced.

"Ahahaha! Not bad, no wonder lady goddess is so troubled about those spirit swords, their abilities really aren't to be underestimated."

Maurice said, with a slight smile on his face. Even though he had completely lost his right arm, he didn't seem to care about such things.

"You, your name is Ethan, right? I can tell your already at your limits, so why don't we continue this some other time?" Maurice suggested.

"... Do you really think you can get away? Now that your here, you aren't leaving alive." Ethan muttered coldly.

"Heh, if you think you can prevent me from leaving, then I'd like to see you try." Maurice sneered.

"Ethan, wait!" Just as Ethan was about to attack, a familiar voice called out to him from behind.

Turning his head, so that his slightly long golden locks partially covered his handsome face, he asked in a slightly bitter tone.

"Lady Monica... is it really okay to just let them leave?" He furrowed his brow in unwillingness.

He turned his body to stare into the beautiful amethyst like eyes of the black-haired beauty before him.

"Mm, do not worry, I understand your feelings. But anymore and we will risk further damage to the surroundings. Besides, we already achieved our goal for coming here." Monica said, as her eyes glittered mysteriously.

Seeing that, Ethan sighed as he sheaths his great sword with a tink.

He then turned towards Maurice and declared.

"Next time, I'll have your head."

"Oh, interesting, we'll see If you can really accomplish what you have spoken." Maurice said indifferently.

Meanwhile, the man with short black-haired simply observed Monica's facial expression calmly. He had received orders from his goddess to return some time ago and, he was certain Monica also received the same orders.

'Their goals had been accomplished, what kind of goals she is talking about?' He frowns as he contemplates.

"Sir Isaac... I look forward to our next meeting." She said with a sweet, bewitching smile spread across her lips. He couldn't help but feel uncomfortable when seeing that smile of hers.

'Just what are you planning?' He wondered internally but, "Indeed, I look forward to it." Isaac said, keeping a cool smile on the surface.

Soon a black mist swallowed both the figures of Maurice and Isaac until their presence completely disappeared.

"We should also go, I'm sure she must want an explanation now." Monica said.

Before Ethan could opened his mouth, a magic formation appeared, and both their presence disappeared from that place.

...

Meanwhile, in another location....

A man dressed in a black robe could be seen sitting down with his head hung downwards holding a scythe.

"Hm?" Suddenly, the space twisted fiercely as a rift opened up before him, causing the reaper to raise his head and the figure of a beautiful woman dressed in a black gown with long waist length red hair stood before him. Her eyes a beautiful golden colour and her lips painted red.

"It's been a while, little reaper.... It's time we talk, I admit I had lost last time but now.... it's my gain." A seductive smile appeared on her red lips as she explained.