Chapter 360 - 360- Festival 91- Raid on a Rainy Night 30

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"Hm?" A spark of crimson light emitted from her pupils, her lips curling into a tight grin as peerless white fangs revealed themselves from the corner of her mouth. She tilted her head to the side, arms folded, shoulders squared, while the world burned scarlet in her presence. "Oh? Nicho's so in trouble~" She whispered, her tone dripping with intense sensual pressure, a gust of warm air escaping it. Her gaze narrowed as she spun her head to the side, expanding her view. Her attention was drawn to the three girls, wasted, tired, and lethargic. Stuck in a piece of the earth left unscorched by the fiery lava that boiled the rain. Steam puffs escaped into the air like a steam engine, toothed mists forming in her view. It served as a blanket, a covering of some kind that hindered the view of others into the carnage and destruction caused by the flames. Amongst the three girls were Monica Lorientt and Felicia Dreau. Their bodies lay on the floor, unmoving, still, yet their gazes remained plastered at the Demonic being before them. Rage and fear mixed in unbiblical colours within their expression. Monica bit down on her lips in fury, her arms jerking while her spear lay next to her, broken– shattered. A tale that told much to be unspoken. Felicia expressed a sort of the same expression, only hers was laced with fear that quickly encroached on her. A being, thought to be ancient, dead, was standing in her presence, wings flared, tails dangling, and the Devil's beauty intertwined in her demonic features. 'This is a losing battle. Why am I up against a demonic human? There's no way a 9th circle and two 8th stars and circles could harm this thing.' She blinked once. 'What gave us the right to think we could?' Her anger didn't just brew within. It seeped, slowly and thickly, an ichor of malice to the source of their predicament. Not the demonic human who cried blood– but the human who wished to stop it. 'That bitch...' She thought, her anger flaring out in fiery tongues. Her head slowly tilted to the sides, where her gaze shifted past Monica and towards the girl on the last, unburnt platform. 'Thalia Jun. I wonder what is going through your head, this very second. I hope you doubt yourself. I hope that your ego burns with the flames that will kill us today. You creature of a forsaken family, FUCK YOU.' The snarl of rage that ignited in her eyes was a spark of crimson that stretched through her silver pupils. It was tangible. Enough for Monica to shiver with goosebumps and snap to her sides with a startled expression on her face. They locked gazes, remaining silent until Felicia glanced away. "So, what do you girls think about my proposal?" The voice of their attacker rang in their ears, snapping their thoughts as they turned towards her. Monica's face twisted in confusion, and Felicia remained unperturbed, her expression a blank canvas. While Thalia remained composed, she had a firm, stoic expression on her face. Unlike the others who were on the ground, she was on her knees. Her wand served as a stick which supported the weight of her body with ease. Her thought process was a bit different from the others, and so was her conviction. Just like her siblings and many others before her, she remained pompous, even in the face of impending doom. It was an interesting sight, one that Mila relinquished with delight. Her eyes closed in a slit, her burning scarlet lips adding a sensation to her little expressions. Her body was an Armour of reptilian scales, cascaded with rock-hard, Ruby crust and edges. Her tail swayed with the air, its flat plates lined with the onyx metals, a primal energy exuding from it. The scales climbed up to her neck, where they stopped, leaving her face and head, which was the last bit of humanity left in her transformation. Her scaly-hard plated wings sprang a wide expanse of the air, reaching a width quintuple her body size. A pair of horns projected from her scalp, reaching the air with a mystifyingly long height. Her entire being exuded primal energy, a force to be reckoned with, Miasma flooding her veins, replenishing that energy with each given second. She was a walking machine– one that spelt death for those who crossed paths with the Fiery Demon. Thalia's expression deepened for a moment, a great disgust hanging in the back of her throat. "What fool would join the Red Peacemakers? That is a club meant for worms. That is beneath me." Monica whipped her gaze towards her, her lips quivering, and eyes flaring in shock. "Are you crazy? Now is not the time to go all Jun with her!" "Proud Bitch." "Felicia!" Her head snapped at Felicia, her expression deeper and even more contorted. Her shock was evident with the twist of her lips and quivering eyelids. This was not a conversation she thought she would hear when she went to bed last night. A cackle pierced the air, the silent night shimmering with its malevolent hue while the steam poured into the air. The girls turned towards her in unison, their heads tilting slightly. Thalia's gaze narrowed. 'This is merely her second transformation– yet, she's already twice as strong as an average level 100.' Typically, System and Non-System users could be measured with a basic system. A basic set of rules guiding the ranking process. A typical Level 100 is expected to split mountains, cause tidal waves, and phenomena that could spell doom for a small city or large village. But an atypical one was far superior to the usual. These were System users with special classes, higher stats or even a different Level-up tree that set them apart from others. These were beings capable of splitting slopes of mountains, carving their name with lightning in the skies, raising oceans into the air and writing their name in history. Capable individuals who stood side by side with Non-system users and fought on par with stronger beings. 'She was far from typical from the moment she came to face this Academy, so this makes matters worse.' But did it mean she was done? No, far from it. 'I wouldn't be a Jun if I accepted defeat with so much ease.' Her lips remained thin, straight as a line, but then, they curled upwards slightly. Mila caught her sudden shift in mood and raised a brow. "Do you have something in mind that makes you smile, Thalia Jun? I would like you to share it." Thalia remained silent, the others slowly tensing with the stale silence. It startled them, causing a deeper pressure to brew within. One that awaited a response as adrenaline surged into their veins. Monica glanced at Thalia. 'Don't tell me. After all this time?' Her brows furrowed. 'She has a plan?' Thalia parted her lips open for a moment, her gaze never leaving Mila's. "I've seen the weight of your abilities and the strength you possess with your katana is formidable." She glanced at the katana that plunged into the mounding lava she stood on. After all, that weapon caused the fall of the Garden. The whole expanse had been turned into a breeding ground for flames and lava, a puddle of hot lava forming at different parts. It's once greenery, serene was gone, replaced by hard, rocky ground with plaster of lava and flames surging out. It was difficult to miss at any point, and would attract untold attention if they remained here. Just then, the ground shook, and the girls turned to the sides, the steam hindering their sight from going further behind. It shook again, and then again. Rhymically and quickly, surging past them with a gigantic force. Their confusion was palpable, with Mila even raising a brow in curiosity. Thalia thought differently, though, as she peered into the steam, she easily caught sight of the cause. 'Hah.....they're evacuating the students to the theatres...' She glanced away. 'Either that or the cafeteria. Not bad, Raph. Not bad at all.' She groaned as she pushed her wand down, pushing her body to her feet with a slight aching throb in her limbs. The others flinched as they resumed her attention on her, easily losing interest in the cause of the earthquake. It didn't seem to approach them after all. Though Mila had a churned curiosity hanging in her depths. 'Not now.' She concluded, her intrigue now plastered on the aqua-haired girl. "What are you doing? Has the result of your negligence not been made clear enough?" She shifted her head to the sides, showcasing the scene before them. "You can not defeat me." Thalia chuckled– sudden and brief. It sent the girls spiralling back, their shock evident as goosebumps ran down their skin. 'What?' Monica thought, her shock palpable, intense dread brewing within her as the tension arose. It reached within her system, clawing its way in the form of adrenaline-surged energy. 'That bitch thinks our situation is funny? Ima kick her stinky ass!' Felicia glared, her arms jolting as she gripped it into a tight knuckle. Mila seemed just as startled as the others. She was one to boast her abilities, but never had she underestimated an opponent. After all, even the weak have their moments. A motto such as that had driven her nearly all her life, and she had made it a habit of keeping it as such. "What's so funny?" She asked. "Hah....sorry, I just thought of something. That's all." Thalia giggled slightly, her thoughts reeling in. 'All those years ago, when I thought powers were nothing but a vessel for violence. I see now why I was wrong and why you wished for us to learn strength, Raph.' Her hands stretched forward, raw mana surging within her body. "Haven't you heard of the Jun's trump card?" 'Wha? What trump card?' Mila thought, her expression growing weary as she pulled her katana from the molten lava. "AURA FIELD OF VISION!" —BOOOOMMMMM!!! A void formed, a quake deep and subtle spreading into the expanse of the world– it screamed, swallowing reality in uncertainty. Cracking the world like glass.

Chapter 360 - 360- Festival 91- Raid on a Rainy Night 30

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