Chapter 4: Silvia The Saintess

Witnessed by hundreds warriors and mages around them, two great fighters stood across each other. One was a woman with nothing but ancient violet runes covering her, and the other was a man in his fifty with muscular build who emitted few streaks of electricity out of his body.

The two were known for their prowess, the man was exalted for being undefeatable, and the woman was renowned for being unkillable. They were facing each other and locked in staring battle.

"Najma." The man addressed.

"Guild Master." Najma greeted him back.

Silence befell upon them. After few seconds of quiet moment, the guild master let go of his gaze on her to glance around. His colleagues were beaten, his building was flattened.

"I don't suppose I could kindly ask you to stop butchering our coworkers and destroying our home?" The guild master put his gaze back on her.

Najma held two fingers out, "The first thing is improbable, and the second thing is not my doing."

At her answer, the guild master raised a brow.

Najma sighed and glanced at her right. with her thumb, she pointed the dead fire mage. "It's that wench's spell that tore down the building, and yours that destroyed its ceiling. Mine were deadly, but always environment friendly."

The guild master scratched his right cheek awkwardly, "The latter is true," he admitted, "But the former is still the main issue. Najma, I have been informed of the situation. I knew you are the victim and they are the attacker. But I can't let you wreck havoc upon them. So I'll ask again: would you step back and let me handle this?" The guild master proposed, his tone held some force.

Najma shook her head, "They wronged me right after I gave them my word that I would kill them if they ever cross me. I won't let them brand me a liar by breaking my own oath. My blood has been drawn, guild master, and I'll see it being paid."

"Are beating them black and blue and killing three of them not enough?" The guild master asked.

"Almost." Najma pointed at one of the corner of the hall, "Let me kill him and I'll consider my revenge is done."

The guild master followed the direction Najma pointed, and found the lancer and his sister, "Is that a deal breaker for you?" He turned his head back at her.

"Yes." Najma answered short.

No more words were exchanged, each entered their own fighting stance. They amassed their power, mana permeated within them. The violet runes that were engraved on Najma's body shone ever so brightly, and the wild blue lightning that the guild master emitted uncontrollably struck his surroundings.

Before long, the guild hall was lit by two lights, blue and violet. All adventurers within felt the eminent danger of staying near. They dragged out their limp body, away from the two's vicinity. Some must crawled, but most were able to walk.

"Evacuate! Send half of us to clear out the civilians nearby!" The receptionist lady commanded, and her fellow guild staffs abided. Soon, the guild and its surrounding buildings were empty, only Najma and Guild master inhabited it.

"You are bleeding." Najma informed the opponent before her. Blood still coming out of his nose, eyes, and ears.

"I am putting everything in one strike." Guild master explained.

"You don't have to." Najma contested.

The guild master snorted, "One hundred eighty two adventurers had thrown their everything at you, yet it still not enough. Half-assed attack just won't do, which is why I must use the strongest spell I have against you, even though it deprives me of health and mana. I'll have you know I have only unleashed this spell twice, both were upon army of thousands."

Najma frowned, "You do aware we are still in the city?"

Guild master lowered his stance, he was ready, "You forced me by declining my peace treaty."

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Najma rolled her eyes, "Suit your fancy."

Thunder roared within the hall, trembling was its floor. Suddenly, Guild Master clapped his hand, then slowly retracted them apart. From his withdrawing palms, A lance of thunder materialized. It was covered with silver runes that were so intricate. Guild master held the thunder lance and pointed it forward, he took a deep breath and chanted, "Sky's Solemn Smite"

Then it happened, the guild master coalesced with the lance. They became one, and transformed into a giant silver lightning serpent. The building broke down, it couldn't contain the being's massive form. The beast of legend emitted numerous streaks of lightning, all of which struck the nearby buildings.

The serpent shot up, flied into the sky. It spiraled in the air, and pulled the clouds nearby. Soon, the sunny weather turned into stormy night. Thunder reigned and all lightning were ignited.

Najma looked up and gazed at the serpent that spiraled, He is bent to see me dead. She spoke inside her head.

As if knowing what its opponent was doing, the serpent glanced down, and looked her back. The two's eyes met, and they stared. Najma saw confliction on the face of that beast of legend. She gave it her middle finger, and its emotion changed into determination.

Abruptly, the giant silver lightning serpent nosed down from the sky. It fell from incredible height and brought with it an inconceivable might. It flied down straight towards its opponent, and should they clashed, the destruction would almost impossible to be mend.

Only a fraction second later, the serpent had descended upon her, and just when its snout was about to rammed her with the wrath of heaven, Najma casted, "Starry Shield".

Suddenly, a flat, round, pitch-black shield with white glitters appeared. It placed itself between the caster and her attacker, and took the beast's powerful hit.

An endless shower of silver lightnings blasted upwards, some streaks were strayed and destroyed everything within one hundred yards.

Nobody knew how long the catastrophe lasted, but when it ended, everybody who witnessed it certainly were still awed.

Just like the stormy night, the silver serpent too was gone, and the guild master turned back into his human form. He laid on the floor, powerless and heavily injured. Najma stood at his side, unwounded. Then She bent, a stolen dagger in her hand.

"Stop!" shouted the receptionist lady. Najma turned around, and saw the empty vicinity was suddenly filled into the brim of its capacity. The adventurers were back, and with them was the army of this city. They wore full black metal-plated armor with few streaks of red adorned it. And by their sudden appearances, the soldiers and adventurers must had been teleported.

The receptionist lady leisurely walk towards the unconscious guild master, and ever so subtly shielded him from her, "Ms. Najma, please reign your rage, and end this fight." She calmly spoke.

"Silvia! Comeback! She is dangerous!" One of her fellow guild staff shouted, to which she instantly ignored.

Najma frowned, and looked at the receptionist lady before her, "Did you see the spell he unleashed at me? He wanted to kill me."

Silvia kindly smiled, "I did, such spectacle made me shuddered. I was convinced you and many innocent people around the city would be dead. Yet here you are, unwounded, and the rest of the city aren't flattened."

"His attempt to kill me still stands." Najma pursued.

Silvia smiled more gently, "And he failed. I think you have punished him enough, considering you have wounded him so heavy. Physically and socially."

Najma raised a brow at her answer.

Silvia laughed politely, "Ms. Najma, for a man of immense power and high position like Guild Master, death is less severe than humiliation." She explained.

"I disagree. Besides, there is a chance that he will try the second murder attempt and keep pursuing this matter." Najma argued.

Silvia shook her head, "Ms. Najma, after your display of power, there will be no one who dare to mock you, let alone try to kill you. You have shown the real reason why you are able to always come back alive from dungeon raid: You are powerful, Ms. Najma. Even the adventurers who have been doubting you will doubt you no more. So please, end this fight." Silvia persuaded gently.

Najma looked at the woman before her, she mulled over her words for a moment, "My vow to kill anyone who cross me still stands." She insisted.

Silvia sighed and smiled, then she slowly reached for the dagger Najma held, and gently guided it to her own neck, "Then how about killing me first, Ms. Najma? After all, I did cross you by standing between you and the action you wish to do." She looked at Najma in eyes, calmness was all over her face.

"...Do you think I am afraid of killing you?" Najma said with low, cold voice.

Silvia shook her head slightly, "I don't think you are afraid of anything, Ms. Najma. The reason why I dare to do what I am doing is simply because I have faith in you. I believe you to be a kind person, you are not a beast, and you are not merciless. You are, after all, have chosen to avoid conflict with adventurers for almost a year by staying silent and didn't react to their accusation, before they cross the last line you have drawn, that is."

At the smiling receptionist lady before her, Najma uttered no words, her face was still as stoic as a blank board.

Silvia's kind smile made her regained her calmness back, and her gentle persuasion had erased her rage.

Before long, Najma closed her eyes and sighed. Then she turned around, and left.

The crowd that surrounded her split, adventurers and soldiers made sure her path was cleared. But when she was about to leave for good, someone step forward and made known that her business hadn't concluded.

He was as bulky as guild master, and wore full body armor. Red cloak adorned his shoulder, which he immediately ripped and handed it to her.

"Thanks Gerald, but are you here for second round?" Najma challenged as she wrapped her naked body with the cloak.

"No, I just want to tell that you Lord Hemmel is waiting for you at the city park." The man said, then gave her the clear path back.

Najma walked pass him, and proceeded towards a certain city part.

"Bring all the dead to the church! Quick, before the first hour has passed, or we will no longer be able to resurrect them!" Najma heard the commander shouting orders on her back.