The Devil growled, his fury evident.
"Don't regret your—"
WHOOSH!
SHK!
BOOM!
Nyssari's blade sliced through the air with surgical precision, cutting the Devil's words short. She appeared behind him in the blink of an eye, her movement fluid and effortless. The sword arc she unleashed sent him flying into a mass of debris, the force of the strike throwing him into the cold void.
"Shhh," Nyssari murmured, her tone almost playful. "I didn't ask you to waste my time with useless words."
"Alright, let's finish this up. My sisters are already done!"
|Killing Star|
|Domain of Killing|
Humm!
An illusory star, blood-red and pulsing with ominous energy, appeared behind Nyssari. As the star reached its zenith, a dense, crimson light bathed her form. When the glow subsided, her usual blue eyes were replaced by a fierce, glowing red. A star appeared on her forehead, its edges gleaming like sharp blades.
Then, from her, two rings of blood-red energy unfurled—her domain. They rippled outward, saturating the space around her, transforming her into something far more dangerous. Within this domain, Nyssari became an unstoppable force. Her speed, power, and mana reserves surged, increasing by over 50%. She was no longer just a skilled swordswoman—she was like a living embodiment of killing.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye. By the time the Devil began to recover, his fate had already been sealed.
|Blade of Neyru - Killing Star|
WOOSH!
A blood-red sword arc cleaved through the void, streaking toward the Devil with deadly intent. Desperate, he activated his own domain in an attempt to defend himself, but it was futile. The arc was already upon him, faster than his mind could process, cutting him down before he could even utter another word.
BOOOOM!
The battlefield fell silent, the echoes of the clash fading into the emptiness of space. The Devil's body lay in pieces, scattered among the debris, his once defiant growls now silenced forever.
Nyssari stood over the remains, her crimson eyes slowly dimming, returning to their usual blue. The blood-red rings of her domain faded into nothingness, leaving only the weight of her presence behind.
She wiped the blood from her blade with a flick of her wrist, her expression unreadable. Her mind wasn't on the fight. It never was. To her, it was just another step, another kill.
Around her, the devastation was apparent—broken warships, shattered bodies, and the lingering scent of blood in the void. Yet Nyssari didn't linger. She turned her gaze toward the distant horizon, where her sisters were gathered.
"All in a day's work," she murmured to herself, her playful grin never faltering.
After those words she moved to catch up with them.
While the three princesses had already handled their main business, the other three battalions were on the move as well.