“I’ll be back soon.” I give Brendu a kiss before leaving. Today I’m going shopping to prepare a special dish for the princess.
These past few days, the three of us have been training in the grade 4 dungeon. Brendu’s progress is slow but steady, it will take her about three more weeks to fully adapt to her new body and Dominion. Glia and I are different, we already fight very naturally, only making small mistakes from time to time.
Only a few days had passed since the last time I was in the city, I had missed the constant noise a bit, everyone moving in a hurry to reach their destinations, the busy life of a place full of life.
After finishing buying everything, I decide to stop in the middle of the main square, looking for a new place to eat. I notice a group of people crossing the street. In that area there aren’t many people, only those buying from a street stall.
Before I reach it, something feels strange. What is this? I can’t help but ask myself, it feels different, as if I had entered another place. I don’t hesitate for a second and extend my senses in every direction.
My Personal World expands as much as possible, and I’m surprised, I can’t go beyond sixty meters around me. There must be an object suppressing my senses or a powerful ability.
I cover my body with mana and Imra instantly, my reaction comes just in time. A person appears behind me, their dagger aimed directly at my spine, I manage to deflect it just in time. I have to duck to avoid a sword that nearly decapitates me.
Both of them take some distance. Another one appears beside them carrying a large shield, and a fourth person is a few meters behind them. All of them wear black cloaks covering almost their entire bodies, I can only see their eyes.
The daggers are dangerous, I feel a clear affinity of death and poison. It’s not just the weapons, the person holding them has the strongest presence among the four, their Imra is very imposing, but not enough.
He has been trying to intimidate or dominate me from the start, since the moment he tried to stab me. I’ve ignored it so far, I decided not to respond yet, I wanted to gather as much information as possible.
I release my Imra with all my willpower, I can see a slight reaction in his cloak as I completely crush his attempt to suppress me. When I’m close to dominating him, I feel the other three use their Imra to resist mine.
“Who sent you?” I ask without fear.
As expected, I receive no answer, they only become more alert. The dagger user rushes toward me at incredible speed, I have to use gravity mana to match it.
My swords clash against the daggers, my strength is superior. Is it a woman? When I push her back, I can feel her build more clearly, though it’s difficult because their cloaks must block my senses.
I take a step forward to press the attack, but I’m interrupted. I throw my head back just in time, a sword covered in green flames passes exactly where I was, I can feel the heat as I dodge.
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I react instantly, my sword aimed at the swordsman’s stomach, he barely manages to block. I quickly release my Electric Serpent Field, a powerful current is heading straight toward me.
The one behind them seems to be the support. The time I lost defending against the swordsman and the spell allowed the shield user to reach me.
A massive shield comes at me at high speed, I pivot using gravity. I deliver one of the strongest blows I can without injuring myself, my sword crashes against the shield and stops it completely.
The shield user steps back half a step. So tough. I think as I feel a small electric current through my arm, it was like hitting an unbreakable steel wall.
I can’t afford distractions, the dagger user is already back on me. I’ve been dodging and blocking everything so far, we are at a stalemate because every time I try to counter, something interrupts me.
The swordsman is always ready to assist her, and the shield user constantly pressures me. They are a real headache. I’ve never felt this pressured by people of my own rank, these four must be special.
Special? If it’s about being special, there’s no one better than me. My brain now has much more capacity to construct spells, I’m no longer as limited as before.
Several ice swords filled with Laws, Imra, my new Dominion, and mana of electricity, gravity, and death begin to form at terrifying speed. I’ve practiced this for weeks, I feel comfortable doing it now.
I can see a hint of fear in their eyes when they see two dozen swords around me. I release five toward each of them.
The support had more time to react, she channels electricity mana to block all five. The shield user covers himself with rock mana and withstands them without damage.
The swordsman covers himself in flames, his blade grows hotter, he destroys four and one grazes his shoulder. The dagger user seems to be the leader, she counters mine with poison and death needles before finishing them with her daggers.
I don’t give them time to react, I keep creating more swords to keep them busy. This time, I join the attack myself, as the next wave flies forward, I rush the swordsman.
He barely defends himself, a few exchanges are enough to put him at a disadvantage. When I’m about to stab his neck, I’m interrupted, the shield user comes from behind and powerful lightning strikes toward me.
“Idiots.” I say softly, but loud enough for a ruby rank to hear.
I use my space magic to teleport. I can’t feel anything outside this area, but since my Personal World works here, it just means I can’t escape until I kill them all.
I appear behind the support. She is my target. She has life magic, I clearly saw her heal the swordsman. She’s not just a healer, she has strong magic, I must eliminate her first.
I swing my sword from behind, my strike is stopped by a small barrier. Is it an object? I don’t feel the mana coming from her. When she turns, I see fear and surprise, and realize she’s a woman.
The second strike lands instantly, the third even stronger follows. The barrier shatters after three powerful blows, it must be a high-level item.
My next strike aims to split her body in two. She reacts at the last moment, avoiding death, but her arm is severed.
I don’t stop, I force my body to swing again, but I’m stopped by daggers. I’m stronger, but I step back for my own safety.
A sword engulfed in flames flies toward me, the swordsman threw it. The shield user is also closing in.
A smile forms on my face. The dagger user and shield user react immediately, rushing to protect the healer, who retreats as far as possible.
This time, she wasn’t my target.
I appear in front of the swordsman, unarmed and vulnerable. He’s the weakest link right now.
His Dominion, Imra, and mana surge to defend him, but it’s useless. My first strike cuts off his arm, the second opens his chest. I stab my left sword into his neck, his eyes slowly close as his body weakens.
The dagger user stops mid-run as she sees her companion die instantly. The rest of them look shocked and afraid.
“Now… do you feel like answering my questions?” I ask again, releasing all my Imra to reinforce my words.