MasukThe battle between Lucien and the giant had already raged for several minutes.And still… Lucien had barely managed to leave a mark.His blade tore across the giant Wanderer's arm.Shing!The edge bit into flesh.For the briefest instant, Lucien felt the resistance of muscle beneath his blade.Then… The runes blazed.Crimson light raced across the giant's skin, and the shallow wound sealed almost instantly. Torn flesh knitted itself together before the blood could even properly flow.Lucien's eyes narrowed.The giant swung.Lucien twisted aside as the colossal war hammer tore through the space where his head had been a heartbeat earlier.BOOM!The weapon smashed into the earth, sending chunks of stone and dirt exploding in every direction.Lucien didn't retreat. Instead, he stepped straight into the opening.His sword flashed.Shing!One strike tore across the giant's shoulder, another carved into his ribs, followed by cuts across his thigh and abdomen. Lucien attacked from differen
The massive wing tore through the forest floor, carving a deep furrow through the soil as dirt and roots erupted behind him.His body continued sliding.Ten feet!Twenty!More…His boots finally struck the ground.Lucien dug his heels into the earth, forcing himself to stop.For a moment, he remained there.Then he slowly straightened.His wings spread behind him, their immense obsidian span stretching wide as his sword hung loosely at his side. His chest rose once... then twice... each measured breath carrying a chilling stillness. Slowly, he lifted his head. His piercing blue eyes had darkened. The glow within them seemed colder now... more dangerous... as though something far more ruthless had awakened behind them.His gaze drifted past the towering giant without the slightest interest.It settled upon the six witches.They were still chanting. Still feeding the runes. Still weaving forbidden magic into the giant's battered body. As long as they continued their relentless hymn, th
The giant Wanderer suddenly stopped.His colossal war hammer hung loosely in his massive hand as he stood amidst the ruined battlefield, his enormous chest heaving with each heavy breath.For several seconds, he did nothing.Then… BOOM!He slammed the war hammer into the earth.The impact detonated through the forest.Dirt and shattered stone erupted around the weapon as the ground cracked beneath its colossal head. A thick cloud of dust sprang upwards, rolling across the battlefield and briefly swallowing the giant's lower body.Then… He roared.The sound was deafening.A savage, thunderous bellow erupted from the giant, ripping through the ancient forest and rattling the very trees around them.Leaves trembled violently before breaking loose from their branches and spiraling through the air.Even the Black Wanderers watching from a distance weren't spared.The monstrous roar tore through them, sending shivers down their spines as their entire bodies instinctively tensed.For a mome
The three Wanderers froze.For one heartbeat, they simply stared at the blood running down Anana's arm.Then the realization struck.She had bled!After everything… their missed strikes, her impossible speed, the way she had slipped through every attack they threw at her… they had finally touched her."We got her!"One of the Wanderer's voices cracked with disbelief before rising into a wild shout."She's bleeding!"Another stared at the wound, his eyes widening as a breathless laugh escaped him."She actually bleeds!"Relief crashed through them with intoxicating force.The fear that had strangled their hearts only moments ago shattered instantly, replaced by fierce, reckless triumph. For the first time since they had faced her, they had proof that she could be hurt.The last Wanderer threw back his head and laughed, pointing at the blood streaming down Anana's forearm."I knew it!"His scarred face twisted into a triumphant grin."All that speed… all those tricks…"He took a step to
This time they kept their distance from one another, attacking from different angles, determined not to repeat the same mistake.Anana watched them come.The corners of her lips curved into the faintest smile.The first Wanderer attacked with everything he had.The remaining three moved without a moment's hesitation.They descended upon her as one, every strike executed with flawless timing, each attack sealing off another path of escape.A sword screamed towards her throat… An axe swept low with bone-shattering force, intent on ripping open her side… A spear shot towards her back with murderous precision.Twin blades flashed towards her legs, seeking to cripple her where she stood before the killing blow could follow.Four seasoned killers!… One woman.Steel came at her from every direction… a merciless storm of flashing blades, each strike calculated to tear her apart before she could make a single move.For the briefest heartbeat… surviving seemed impossible.Then!Anana moved…She
Meanwhile… The fight between Anana and the Black Wanderers had already begun.The first Wanderer stepped forward with a mocking grin still plastered across his face.He didn't rush her like a man facing a dangerous opponent.He strolled in with the lazy confidence of someone convinced the fight was already over."Let me show you how a blade is actually used."With a scornful snort, he raised his sword high above his head.There was no caution in his stance… no hesitation… no respect for the woman standing before him.He wasn't aiming to kill her outright… He wanted to break her.To leave her wounded, helpless, and painfully aware of how hopeless it had been to draw steel against him.With a dismissive scoff, he brought the blade crashing down in a heavy overhead strike, pouring brute strength into the attack, fully expecting her to panic… or freeze… before the sword ever reached her.He never imagined… That he was the one who had already made a fatal mistake.He never completed the
She immediately jumped to her feet and spun around.Her gaze swept across the clearing… Left! Right!Nothing! Just trees, rocks and more trees.Her brows furrowed.Had she imagined that?The voice had sounded real… Far too real.Then…A figure shifted on the opposite side of the massive boulder bes
Anastasia was both angry and frustrated.The moment the bullied boy ran out of the classroom, something inside her refused to settle.It wasn't just irritation. It was that awful feeling of knowing something was wrong and being unable to do anything about it.She needed space. Somewhere private. So
Now, the entire classroom was focused on him. Every student… Every pair of eyes. Even Anastasia couldn't herself but listen attentively.The teacher's gaze swept across the room, taking in the anticipation that had settled over the class.He could see it clearly. Dozens of young minds hanging onto
The room froze immediately. Several students turned instinctively. Others followed a heartbeat later. And just like that, dozens of eyes landed on Anastasia.Even students who had managed to forget her presence during the lesson suddenly remembered exactly who was sitting in the classroom with the







