As the creature pushed through the hallway, Chlora was already in a state of silence.

She began chanting despite the clear lack of mana in her tone.

"Aid us as you travel in glee."

"Wind Silva."

She was composed as usual.

Due to the condition of my feet I was in no state to run, prompting a push from Chlora.

The wind silva combined with that push gave me enough force to send me flying forwards.

Can we finally escape?

I prayed to anyone. Even the Sun God.

It was then that a long and fleshy claw drew itself out before me. It was a raven blue and possessed an unnatural white lining.

It seemed to have come from the mouth of the creature.

It went for my head in an instant.

Clang.

I felt my eyes widen as I looked at the silver-blade now in the grasp of both myself and the claw. The blade had appeared in a blink.

Before I could even fathom the situation, I felt a pulling situation as the claw lifted me up.

I felt like I had stared into an invisible being as I looked at its empty design.

Well. It's too late to fight now.

I was pulled in a rotation before being violently thrown through a door.

The door? How was I supposed to know that? Give me a break.

Talking about a break. I felt several across my body. I groaned as I found myself slouched against the wall. A pool of blood slowly forming beneath me as a flesh layer coated the dried layer.

Once again, the only thing one could see from me. Was two white circles. With even more red in the middle.

I watched in an excruciating level of pain as the claw went for the kill.

Its metallic like front ready to pierce through flesh this time.

But alas, it was halted.

Chi-iiing.

A night-blue sword crossed its path.

The two slid on each other's edges as sparks flew.

All I could see was a blurry view in front of me as a faint and light spring of orange flew around.

The wooden room was quite cosy in fact.

Wake up.

"Haa."

I panted through the pain.

The Wind Silvas remnants were increasing my already concerning urge to just sleep. Just forget.

Just dream.

Never.

My eyes burnt, almost causing the dried blood to become dripping again.

Wait, no. That was just my imagination.

It was then that the non-ruptured ear on my right finally tuned back into the real word.

A sound made my heart clench tightly.

It was not a pant.

Rather a call of exhaustion.

It sounded long and drawn out and hoarse.

Why couldn't I help?

I watched as a familiar scene unfolded.

Chlora fighted off my enemies for me.

This time they were right there, no longer invisible.

But this time, if I used more world-energy. I'd probably actually be a goner. I realised my limit was so far above the norm that day. It was as if I had been helped. As if I wasn't using my power for that last part. Rather someone else's.

And I paid the consequences for that.

So now I watched as a genius unfolded her unparalleled talent.

Her blade coated in flames as she swung next did not go unnoticed.

The claw retracted in pain yet she followed up.

Boosted by the wind, despite her tire she slashed downwards.

A raging blaze erupted from where her slash landed, incinerating part of the claws arm.

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It screamed silently, portraying its pain with a constant writhing.

As she pushed it back with force and grit, a huge trembling broke through the walls.

Like a death insignia, the creature bellowed forward.

Its gargantuas form turning in what seemed like slow motion.

Its eyes blinked in synchronisation as a baleful sea of the previous claw released from its gaping mouth.

Its two side arms flailed wildly.

Smashing from each side, Chlora did a sideways backflip before readying her flame-wrought blade.

I don't know how.

But there was lightning.

In flashing images, Chlora fought back the sea of long claws as she flashed in a shining blue and wreaked destruction with a beastly orange.

Claws were cut, piece to piece before slowly dropping to the ground.

Chlora found herself above the head of the creature, ready to end it all.

A hand grasped a figure of white.

Boom.

A blur travelled sideways in the stone-floored room before it slowly got up from the salt.

Below it was a now cracked floor and a small puddle of blood.

Chlora tried to get her adrenaline and momentum back but just found herself unable.

Her flashes were now slow, and her rare attacks didn't wreak havoc but her fleeting emotions.

"Agh."

I coughed blood on the floor.

I don't know how.

But I was standing.

Rib-tearing pain spread apart my guts.

I felt all of my muscles seconds from tearing,popping and contracting.

The burning sensation came back strong and seething, as per the usual I guess.

I don't know what I did in those moments.

But my hands were together.

Lightning crackled and strands danced before they slowly manifested a tiny ball of lightning.

The creature did not notice me or my little plan as he focused on trying to crush Chlora into a bloody pulp.

Chlora herself was slowly losing blood and barely hanging on.

She had to sacrifice the last puddles of her mana reserves to dodge huge,muscled and thick-in-flesh clenched hands of a deep blue.

Please.

I could only see a faint crackling through the blurry image that was my flashing eyesight.

Last just. A little longer.

Soon, the lightning in my hands became half the size of my entire body. It crackled and jeered but it would be as effective as throwing a rock in this situation.

I felt my entire mind shake as Chlora blocked a strong and deathening swipe from the monster's right hand.

A cloud of dust was pushed out from the right wall where Chlora now stood. Panting and on her last reserves of mana.

She didn't even have reserves as of now.

She was just digging anywhere within her for it.

I kept on increasing the size of my attack. Praying it would work. The crackling and buzzing grew louder and the pitch-white light grew more threatening. But still nowhere near enough.

Chlora rolled to the right from a blue titans fist.

Another soon came from above. She jumped forward, before slashing upwards, revealing a trail of lightning.

I prayed with every edge of my being as I kept increasing the volume of my attack.

Her figure, now right by the monster's head, and right in front of the monster's eyes began to slash.

Boom.

A figure was smacked down into the hard stone.

Her attempt had once again been stopped raw by a collosus blue fleshy hand.

She got back up only to meet with not a sea of eyes, but rather this time.

A horde of desperate claws.

She still didn't give up.

Rolling and blocking from every angle. Every reflex was to the best of her abilities.

Oh, how I admired her.

My lightning attack now covered the bottom of my vision. It was officially at its strongest.

It's not enough.

But what can I do?

I know it sounds shameful. I know it sounds pitiful. But I didn't do anything in that moment.

A mix of my momentum,instincts and genius carried it through.

I found another small, tiny ball of lightning being produced at the centre of the already large attack.

Increasing the quantity and size wouldn't work.

So how about the quality?

I don't know how.

But more and more lightning cores were produced, and my attack grew thicker, denser and more destructive by the second.

Chlora was now on her last legs.

She found her armour to be completely pierced at every point. Blood filled the gaps.

Her hair and face were now bloodied. Not to my level but to a level where it tainted her elegance.

On her face was now distress and devoidation.

She was devoid of hope. Hopeless.

Hopeless.

But I wasn't.

Not yet.

Not anymore.

Not anytime soon.

The last core had finally developed to its fullest.

My attack was so bright that the red wasn't even visible. Enshrouded by the all crazed white.

Chrrrrck.

My attack finished its last touches.

Chlora who saw me from the corner of her eyes closed hers.

Her spark relit.

For 3 seconds.

3 long seconds. She started flashing as she had done at the start. She was no after-image. She was just a limitless blade.

Her attacks kept its attention as I focused on my apparatus.

A hedge of red surrounded every corner now.

The attack was the same size as all my others, yet it felt different.

Looked different.

Was different.

"I name you."

A source of world-energy appeared behind my attack.

"Thundercrash."

Boom.

I didn't count how many cores had been placed within.

But I assumed around 6.

Meaning this was meant to be 6 times more powerful than my regular attack.

Right?

Ahh, I don't know.

Chlora finally lost the last spots of mana she could draw out.

A blue hand sent her crashing once more and for the last time into the wall on the left.

I felt the wall of eyes on the creature move from left to right as an authoritative,gleaming and blinding attack met its forefront.

CHRRRRRRRRRCK.

Painful and excruciating emotions roared as its mouth wailed and spat out flesh. My flesh I assume.

But it wasn't enough.

WHY.

WHY WAS IT STILL ALIVE.

I felt my soul claw itself slowly.

If my genius can't save me.

Then I'll do it by myself.

I just have to make it more qualitative right?

I don't know how, but my earlier wording was a lie. I did make one decision that fateful night.

I had left all emotions,thoughts and rationality behind as I crushed the world energy on either side of my ThunderCrash.

I pushed them towards the front, folding the attack over itself at least thrice. Its power became thrice the original. The monsters eyes grew with apprehension and reprivation.

My voice was faint and barely lingering.

"Thundercrash."

I felt my breath lose itself.

"Arrow-."

Chrckrck.

My attack became an arrow. Or at least it looked like one in the blur. It became so bright, one would visualize plasma. So dense and such a vast combination that its many tendrils split the air around it.

I could not see much. Yet I felt the world through instinct. Emotions. Power.

I formed another world-energy source by it.

Boom.

The force blasted it back into the creature.

My attack bursted through the thick front-layer of the creature. Its eyes showed fear. An attack that could harm it without its interior being open.

That's how it felt, I bet.

My attack tore through flesh,limbs and forgetful blue.

I didn't even have emotions.

My legs fell down. My arms dropped freely. And my mind barely clung on to its hinges.

It was over.

The monster, which now had a huge tear slowly forming all throughout the middle of its body.

It pushed on and on.

Boom.Boom.Boom.

More world-energy stores blasted it forward.

Boom.

Making sure it did its task.

Boom.

Blood flew back with every boom that sounded.

The surroundings shook with every blast.

Boom.

The last sound was sent.

All I could see was a corpse.

A big, blue corpse.

Half of its eyes had been wasted, its interior and presumably most of its organs were stripped from its being.

A large pile of blood had been thrown to the floor in front of it.

It could only look at its demise with its few remaining eyes as it stood on its last two legs and-.

Laugh monstrously and slowly pick itself back up?

No.

NO.

NO-.