Chapter 361 - 361- Festival 92- Raid on a Rainy Night 31

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A black and white screen erupted in the air, encircling the world around until it dispersed, returning its vibrant colours to life once again. It served as a void, a black hole of some sort that took the colour from reality, warping it in strands of black and white. Then just as it appeared, it disappeared, taking its colour with it and returning the world to what it once was. The phenomenon was imperceptible to others, but Thalia felt it, in and out– her bones and skin crawled with the sensation of what had happened. What was to come. It was a subtle change– no, there was no change. Everything had remained as it were, Thalia standing in the same position as before. Her arms stretched as before, her gaze and expression, just as before. Yet, Mila got a subtle sense of a presence– one too minuscule for the eyes to perceive. Something was amiss. Something drastic enough for her to take a few steps backwards. This was an ironic situation for her, as she had been an impervious force. Controlling flames like a sun god and wielding magic as the Battle Mage she was. Her tales of destruction were represented by the barren land, the lava that bent to her decree. Even that remained the same, despite the proclamation Thalia had made. Her lips curled down, and her brows furrowed. She ground her teeth, her gaze etched on Thalia as she slowly adjusted her position, standing still with remarkable resolve. Her thoughts reeled in while her rage began to fuel once again. —This was no easy win, or one Thalia would make easy for her. 'What's going on? She used the Aura Field, no?' Memories of the conversations that slipped through her ranks and reached her. The tales of the destructive and remarkable abilities of the Aura Field of Vision. 'An all-out attack that changes world laws and phenomenon....bringing their traits into reality.' Who didn't know about it? In fact, it was so well talked about that it was one that many tried to integrate into their skills. Thus, creating many knock-off versions of the real thing. 'Who doesn't know about their trump card? But....a world phenomenon is supposed to occur...perhaps the air turns cold or the flames turn to trees. Even lightning runs down the earth like an earthworm! Anything compared to this still silence....what did she do?' What she couldn't see, she felt and that only increased the pressure within her. The worry that something was amiss, broken in the moment. Her brain cracked, running like an old automobile on the brink of ruination, yet a deciphered conclusion was far from reach. She sighed, glancing at the two girls who lay on the ground, their confusion just as palpable. Then she glanced at Thalia. "What? Where you bluffing? For a moment, I thought you were going to call hell on earth?" There was one thing everyone knew about the ability– Aura Field of Vision. That was its ability to appear in distinctive, different forms with one's perspective, but its ability to evolve. 'Meaning with each deeper understanding of their trait or traits, and integration of their Aura and fighting prowess....their field of vision gets stronger.' It was sickening. A strength with too many possibilities. A growth capable of swallowing nations. 'There's a reason the Jun household was always banished from the kingdom when they bred too many.' She shook her head, snapping her thoughts away. Right now, she needs to kill the girl, lest she die first. With that in mind, her body pulsed, a crimson ichor fluid running down the creases across her scaled armour. It shimmered with brilliance as a surge of flames erupted from her body, her katana's blade glowing scarlet with fury. Felicia and Monica squealed, pulling themselves to their feet with distinctive effort, yet unable to do so. What was to come was dangerous! It would spell death if they remained! Their thought process differed, yet it aligned greatly as their lives flashed before their eyes. Yet, Thalia remained unmoving, still as a rock. Her expression was shielded by the mask she made. Her glasses shimmered with the scarlet afterglow. She locked gazes with Mila, a subtle tension between them. It went on for a few seconds, their eyes sizing up their opponent one final time, and in the next, all hell went loose. Mila's body tensed, and the muscles locked. All that was left was an outburst of speed in Thalia's direction, a premeditated strike coming next, but just as she prepared to launch, a sudden shadow cast over her head. Her eyes bulged open, shock palpable as the flames ceased and her arms flared into the sky. She groaned in pain, a tremor quaking through the air as an agonising crack spread through her body like jagged worms. The air trembled around her, and then it landed. —BOOM! A quake erupted, a gust of wind sweeping through the air in concentric circles, blasting the steam into oblivion and revealing the scene before all. The girls remained flat on their bellies, jaws agape as they stared up at the sky, the object's shadow casting a mighty glance at their presence. They turned to Thalia in unison, her position taking them aback. Her right hand was stretched forward, her index finger pointing down to the ground, while blood dribbled down her nose. Monica gulped and Felicia scoffed, flabbergasted at the scene. 'Where did she bring that thing from? It dropped from the skies?! Literally out of nowhere?!' Before them was a hill, broad and large, rocky and earthen– a rocky ridge. Laces of grass and trees hovering in the air at the top, while the grass spread like moss across its rocky texture. It impaled the air, twice as large as the Hostel Buildings, taking a remarkable width, half the size of the Garden. Pieces of rocks rolled down the surface, boulders trembling from the weight. The tremendous size now hovered over Mila's head, an inch close to collapsing on her. The female held on for dear life, her teeth baring out as veins popped from her scalp. The strength she exuded was remarkable, holding the full brunt of the ridge with head-cracking resilience. Yet, she was breaking. Slowly, unavoidably. Her body crumbling from within. 'Whe–Where did this come from?! And why is it so heavy, damn it! Bu–But I can destroy this! This is easy compared to what I went through!' She raised her arm in the air, a battle cry piercing the air like an alarm clock, while the rock rose further into the air. The girls gasped in shock, the colours draining from their skin while they watched in horrifying silence. Their souls sank within their bodies. Felicia especially found this absurd, a step away from believing it was merely a dream. Her thoughts were playing games in her mind. 'What bullshit is this! Where the hell is my father?! What is going on?! What?!' Thalia though? Thalia scoffed. She raised her index finger upwards, a smirk on her face and then turned it downwards as a second hill, twice the size of the first, enclosed the space around them. Its shadow cast over the entirety of the Garden, a trembling quake erupting into the air as it descended. It crashed onto the first, trippling its size and forcing Mila to her knees, a terrible pain erupting within her as she screamed. Blood busted through the cracks of her reptilian armour, like trinkets of holes made in a submarine under high pressure. The carapace began to crack open, shuddering under the weight as her arms trembled, a silent decree screaming from them. A decree to escape. Felicia squealed as she suddenly stood up, a newfound power brewing within her. In shock, she glanced at her arms, folding her fists into a ball as she glanced at Monica. The same phenomenon played out. 'What? Our mana and aura have been replenished. But how?' They had run out of energy for a while, including their mana and aura, which left them gasping at the foothill of death. It was nothing short of a miracle– or a Jun. Glancing to her side, her gaze narrowed as she watched Thalia smile, her eyes pulsating with an ethereal aqua blue energy. A light intensity that surged with malevolence. She turned away, slowly, a sigh escaping her lips. "You have a plan, don't you?" Monica flinched as she glanced at Felicia and then at Thalia. Thalia turned towards her, slowly, her smirk fading away. A tense silence remained, the pained screams of their opponents reaching their ears. "Yeah....I suppose you could call it that." Felicia nodded. "Alright. Take the lead, we'll support." The aqua blue squares formed around her, spinning about in preparations for the inevitable. Monica smirked, a scoff escaping her lips as she punched her fists together. "I must be dreaming. Is Felicia Dreau supporting a Jun?" "Shut up." She giggled while Thalia watched them silently, her thoughts reeling in as she sighed. She glanced at Mila, her enraged gaze locked on hers, tension brewing within them. "Alright then. Let's kill an Executive."

Chapter 361 - 361- Festival 92- Raid on a Rainy Night 31

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