Despite the horrors of war unfurling around them, every gaze was drawn to the clash of the titans - Mira and Zehir. The clash of their powers was a spectacle more breathtaking than anything anyone had witnessed.
Mira launched herself towards Zehir, her [Elemental Barrier] shimmering around her like a celestial comet. She wielded her scythe, each swing carrying the momentum and explosiveness of a Magma Dragon.
On the other hand, Zehir met Mira's assault with a gleam in his eyes and a predatory grin. His body moved like a shadow, fluid and agile, parrying and deflecting each of Mira's strikes while retaliating with his own, his flaming sword matching the glow of her barrier.
The two forces clashed mid-air, the shockwaves of their collision sending ripples across the battlefield. The scorching heat of Zehir's flames and the chilling frost of Mira's barrier intertwined, creating an awe-inspiring aurora.
As the battle progressed, Zehir seemed to revel in the confrontation, his laughter echoing through the field, despite the continuous assault from Mira. His strength was formidable, each swing of his sword carrying the devastating power of his [Dragon's Inferno], with flames that threatened to consume everything in their path.
Yet, Mira was unyielding, countering Zehir's ferocity with an icy calm and precision that belied the fiery intensity within her. With each swing of her scythe, she unveiled another layer of her strength, weaving her tails around between attacks to protect her and deal additional damage.
It wasn't much, but anything that could create gaps in his defenses was enough for her.
Their powers were evenly matched their strengths on par with one another, each giving as good as they got. As time passed, aside from getting weaker and slower, the two only seemed to grow.
Zehir went in to attack, while Mira used everything in her arsenal to protect herself. When he finally revealed a flaw in his defenses, Mira would strike back, only for Zehir to do the same.
The two were stuck in a deadly yet beautiful dance as they attempted to disrupt the other's rhythm. However, since they were both geniuses in their own right, with every clash, they learned more about each other, having to evolve just to survive.
They both knew that just a single clean hit could bring disastrous consequences. It may not cost them their life immediately, but just a single mistake could put them on a downward slope that would soon spell their doom.
Just as Zehir launched another series of attacks, Mira executed her [Ice Titan's Fortress] technique once again. A colossal barrier of frost emerged around her, forcing Zehir to back off momentarily. Seizing this opportunity, Mira focused on vitality to help bring her back to peak condition.
Zehir watched her, his eyes narrowing as he realized her strategy. He wouldn't allow her to recover without consequences. Launching himself forward, he prepared to break through her icy defense with his [Dragon's Claw], a move intended to shatter barriers and defenses.
However, Mira was ready. Her regenerative powers had given her the strength she needed.
Mira's icy barrier held firm against Zehir's attack. The sound of his Dragon's Claw impacting the Ice Titan's Fortress resounded throughout the battlefield, creating a shockwave that kicked up dust and debris all around them. However, Mira's barrier, reinforced by her vitality, didn't yield.
As soon as Zehir's attack ended, Mira counterattacked. She emerged from the barrier, her eyes gleaming with determination. Her scythe was ablaze with Yin Fire and crackling with lightning, a testament to her regained strength.
"With this... I'll bring you down, Zehir!" Mira roared, her voice echoing across the battlefield. She launched herself at Zehir, her scythe leaving a trail of frosty flames and lightning in its wake.
The man was momentarily taken aback by Mira's sudden surge of power but quickly regained his composure. He met her head-on, his sword and her scythe clashing mid-air, creating another shockwave that reverberated throughout the area.
Sparks flew as steel met steel, and their elemental powers collided. Zehir's flames and Mira's Yin Fire and lightning entwined in a deadly dance, each trying to overpower the other.
Zehir was relentless, his attacks fast and powerful. Each swing of his sword was like a dragon diving down to earth, threatening to engulf Mira in its fiery wrath. Yet, she stood her ground, her scythe matching his sword blow for blow.
They moved with such speed that to the onlookers, they were nothing more than blurs of light clashing against each other. Their battle was the epitome of strength and power, a showcase of the immense capabilities of the two titans.
Suddenly, Mira's eyes flickered, and she let out a low chuckle. "Gotcha."
In the blink of an eye, her body split into multiple figures, her [Mirage Dance] technique coming into play. It was a technique that she had learned thanks to the insights she'd gained from her Illusory Tail and the [Illusion Control Manual] she had bought from the FLDIL.
Each figure attacked Zehir from a different direction, their attacks overlapping and creating a storm of Yin Fire and lightning.
Taken by surprise, Zehir faltered. He was able to parry a few attacks, but the relentless assault from all sides was too much. He roared in pain as Mira's Yin Fire and lightning landed on his body, searing his skin and sending spasms of pain through him.
Zehir spread his wings with a mighty roar and created a burst of flames, his Dragon's Fury driving away the illusions. However, when the fire cleared, the real Mira was nowhere in sight.
Zehir's eyes widened in surprise, and then he felt a chill creeping up his spine. He barely had time to react before a wave of icy cold and electrifying energy hit him from behind.
Mira had used her Mirage Dance technique as a distraction to flank Zehir, and she didn't waste the opportunity. She struck with her Yin Fire and lightning enveloping Zehir and leaving him writhing in pain.
"ARGH!! FUCK! I'll definitely kill you for that!" He cursed and hurriedly retreated, but Mira continued to rain down fire and lightning on him.
She watched as Zehir struggled against her attack, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. Yet, she knew the battle was far from over. Zehir was a formidable opponent, and she wasn't about to underestimate him.
True to her expectations, Zehir let out another roar, his Dark Inferno burning brighter than ever before. He stood tall, refusing to yield despite his injuries. His gaze fixed on Mira, his eyes glowing fiercely.
"Is that all you got, Mira?" he taunted, his voice echoing throughout the battlefield. His confidence remained unbroken despite the damage he had taken. "If so, you'll never bring me down!"
With a slight smile, Mira readied herself. "Bring it on, little dragon."
***
"Holy hell… Are those two even human?" Nova muttered in disbelief as she continuously glanced over to their fight.
"[Sunfire Sphere Spear Shot]." She muttered, shooting beams of fire at the enemy army, piercing them in droves as if they were nothing more than feeble ants.
"You have eyes, Nova. You can clearly see that they aren't human," Seraphina retorted, bashing enemies with her shield and cutting them apart with her sword.
"It's a figure of speech. Of course, I know they're not human," Nova's retort hung in the air, punctuated by the carnage unfolding around them.
The battlefield was awash in chaos and violence as the Battle Maiden Sect clashed with the remnants of the Crimson Slayer Sect. Yet, there was a grim resolution etched on the faces of the Battle Maidens, their fury ignited by the sight of their fallen sisters from the branch Sects.
Most of them had come from said branch Sects, just like Mira. Seeing that so many of them had died by these cretins filled them with immense heartache.
"Make them pay," one of the Battle Maidens growled, her voice filled with cold wrath as she cast a glance at the sea of lifeless bodies of their fallen kin.
A roar of agreement swept through their ranks. Their sorrow had turned into rage, and they channeled this anger into their fight. The Battle Maidens moved as one, a united front against the enemy. Their swords were sharp and their shields were steady, their collective wrath a palpable force on the battlefield.
Each maiden fought with an intensity and a fury that was terrifying to witness. It was as if they were avatars of vengeful deities, their every move a testament to their determination to avenge their fallen sisters. It was not just a battle; it was a reckoning.
The Crimson Slayer Sect soldiers, who had once charged with confidence, now recoiled in fear. The tables had turned, and they found themselves at the mercy of the enraged Battle Maidens. Each swing of a Maiden's sword was a death sentence, and their shield bashes sent soldiers flying.
"I surrender! I surrender! Please don't kill me!" One of the soldiers from the Crimson Slayer Sect screamed, throwing down his weapon in desperation.
The Battle Maidens paused, their eyes cold and hard as they regarded the fallen soldier. Then, without a word, one of them stepped forward and drove her sword through his chest.
"There is no mercy for those who took our sisters from us," she stated coldly. Her voice carried across the battlefield, silencing the cries of surrender from the enemy.
The Battle Maidens made short work of the remaining Crimson Slayer Sect forces. Whether they tried to retreat or surrender, they met the same fate. The battlefield was soon littered with the bodies of their enemies, a grim testament to the Battle Maidens' wrath.
Despite the carnage around them, Nova and Seraphina kept fighting, their attacks coordinated and lethal. They kept glancing over to Mira and Zehir's battle, a part of them still in disbelief at the sheer power the two were displaying.
It wasn't long before even the higher-ups of the Crimson Slayer Sect could no longer sit back and watch as their army was destroyed. However, Aelina and her Elders still hadn't appeared yet, causing them to hesitate in their decision.
"Tsk. Tsk. I guess it's almost time to say farewell, my oh-so-willing whetstone. Truthfully, I thought you'd hold out longer, but what can I expect from a bunch of mangey mutts?" A playful, teasing voice tickled their ears.
