Free Web NovelSylas' Demonic Will churned, his Charisma pressing itself down onto the world with such force that—.
BANG.
Thessa fell heavily to a knee. She coughed up a mouthful of blood, her eyes fading for a moment as though her Will would be snuffed out by Sylas' presence alone.
Seemingly realizing that death was too close on the horizon, she roared and snapped out of it, her feet tapping at the ground until she expanded the distance as far as she could without slamming into the wall that blocked the outside from them.
Sylas breathed evenly, sparking flames continuing to form out from the corners of his mouth. Every time it did, another part of his body was burned away just a little bit. But he didn't seem to notice at all.
Thessa looked at Sylas and she fell into a daze for a moment. In that instant, she was sure that she had not once seen a man more handsome, more perfect in her life.
Her eyes misted over, her breathing becoming slightly heavier. She barely managed to stop herself from shredding all her clothes off and launching herself at Sylas.
Whether she was impaled by his scythe or another blade entirely, she didn't care as long as a piece of him was inside of her.
PA!
The thoughts she was having were so wild she smacked herself, her gaze slowly shifting up to the horns on Sylas' forehead.
"… Demon…"
She was sure just moments ago that Sylas was human. When had he become a Demon? Was that why he had been so frail before? Was he using some special method to avoid detection at the cost of his strength?
That made more sense considering the fact the Duchess was so in love with him. There was no way that such a pure Demon Bloodline would fall for a human.
Demons and the Humanoids were like fire and water, they didn't mix at all. They hated one another's guts with a fervent passion. The wars between them weren't just caused by some political strife from an impossible number of generations ago. They were caused by a visceral distaste that went down to their very bones.
That was what had always dictated things for them and what would always dictate them.
But no matter how much sense this answer made… Thessa simply couldn't bring herself to accept it. It just wasn't right. It just didn't make sense.
"Charysm…"
Thessa bit down on her tongue. Hard. Blood flowed down her chin, no small bit of her flesh falling to the ground as she had chopped off a decent amount of it. She wasn't going to take any chances, not with this level of Will bearing down on her. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓
"I do not fear you, demon." She spoke with her Will, her mouth moving as the echoes of her Will spread far and wide. She raised her bow and pulled the string back.
A second bowstring appeared on its body, multiplying against its strength as an arrow formed from swirling silver energy.
The world whined as she fired from her knee, not wasting the energy to stand.
PENG.
The arrow deflected away. Sylas didn't even move, his Will and Demonic Will had melded into one, his Charisma becoming so strong that his telekinesis had simply touched upon an unfathomable level.
Thessa's eyes went wide, but only for a moment before she roared and began to unleash one strike after another.
The Myrrakhael had been trained in what to do when they ran against an enemy their time abilities didn't work well on. She had many other things in her toolbox despite the rarity of such an occasion, she even had things designed to deal with those at a much higher tier than herself, as those were the ones most likely to be immune.
And yet, Sylas didn't even move while all her arrows were deflected. Her fingers bled, her arm blurring through the air as she fired faster and faster without a care.
A third bowstring appeared on her bow and when she pulled them back this time, they immediately sliced through her flesh until they scraped against her bone.
But Thessa simply glided her two guide fingers up and down the bowstrings until a groove was cut right into the white of her bone. Using it as a pivot point, she pulled back even further than before, her wings unfurling and back muscles snapping like steel cords beneath the strain.
She stood to her feet more valiant than a Valkyrie and her momentum no less.
When she fired this time, Sylas finally moved.
But it wasn't a blur of motion. It was a simple step forward.
His body split, stamping out in splitting timelines.
One of them was pierced through the skull and faded, but the others continued, only to split, and then split further.
Runes of silver and black and white danced in a beautiful array across the skies.
Thessa shrieked as she pulled on more power and extended her bow even further back. Her eyes, ears, and nose bled, as she pulled from something even deeper inside of her to fire again.
A hole was blown through the bodies of two at once despite the arrow only passing through one of them.
However, more splits down the timeline formed, separating, growing, branching. Thessa's body swayed as she hardly had any energy left, but seeing that Sylas was still calmly walking toward her, she dug deeper, deeper into reserves that should have been her very future itself.
A fourth string appeared on her bow and she made a move to pull it back.
Her bone split.
Her eyes widened as the two tips of her fingers flipped and fell through the air, clattering against the ground with what should have been a dull splatting sound, and yet was so very loud in her ears.
Her arrow impotently fell to the ground, exploding the region around her. And yet, she couldn't even fly off as her neck was caught by Sylas long before she could.
Her feet weakly kicked at the air as her vision turned black.
