Chapter 14: I, Kira, Will Surprise You
"Baptism of Holy Light!"
Rocky's voice rang out as his ring released a brilliant, blinding radiance that filled the battlefield. The holy light cut through the gaps in magic like a razor-sharp blade. Again and again, the flashes surged forth.
"Ah! My eyes!" Yuka cried out, instinctively covering his face. The intensity of the light was overwhelming. His vision blurred, leaving him temporarily blind. For someone relying heavily on precision, this was devastating. He staggered, shielding his sensitive eyes with trembling hands.
But would his opponent let such an opening slip by?
No.
Rocky had been prepared for this. Keeping his eyes shut to avoid the blinding effects of his own attack, he moved with precision. Taking advantage of Yuka's vulnerability, Rocky closed the distance swiftly.
"Judgment of Light!" he roared, landing a devastating blow that sent Yuka hurtling through the air. He crashed to the ground with a thud, groaning in pain.
Rocky adjusted his collar, exuding a confident smirk. "The great Yuka of the Snake Princess Scale? You're nothing but talk!"
Meanwhile, Kana's fight had reached its climax. She unleashed a barrage of powerful attacks, her cards shimmering with concentrated magic.
"Heavy Thunder!"
"Frost!"
"Wind Weasel!"
The sky seemed to erupt as lightning struck down, freezing air surged forth, and razor-sharp wind sliced through the battlefield.
Xueli was hit by the lightning, her skin scorched and blackened. Toby became an unwilling ice sculpture as the frost engulfed him entirely. Angelica, Xueli's giant rat, was shredded by the wind blades, pieces of fur and debris scattering in the aftermath.
Xueli, now lying on the ground, moaned weakly. Kana loomed over her, triumphant.
"Confess your sins on the ground!" she declared, her voice laced with satisfaction.
Kira, meanwhile, had a single-minded focus on the Moon Drop magic circle.
The remaining extras who were chanting nearby panicked as Kira approached. "Stay back! Don't come any closer!" one of them shouted, their voice trembling.
Another tried to bolster their spirits. "It's one against many! No matter how strong he is, he can't take us all down!"
Kira couldn't help but chuckle. These fools don't understand that numbers mean nothing when you're dealing with power.
The Moon Drop ritual involved three synchronized steps: gathering the moon's energy, transforming it into concentrated moon drops, and channeling the drops into the target. The extras were performing these steps simultaneously, ensuring a continuous flow of energy to Deliora.
But Kira had other plans.
"Word Spirit Style: Rain of Bullets!"
With a casual wave of his hand, a bright red-and-white magic circle materialized behind him. In an instant, hundreds of magic rifles emerged, gleaming with an ominous glow.
The extras froze, their expressions shifting from confidence to pure terror.
"Fire!" Kira commanded.
The air erupted with a cacophony of gunfire as the rifles discharged in unison. The energy blasts obliterated everything in their path, leaving no room for resistance. The extras were flung in all directions, unconscious and defeated. The ritual came to an abrupt halt.
As the dust settled, Kira stepped forward, his gaze locked on the remaining figure standing amidst the chaos.
A short, hooded individual wearing a fur coat stepped out from the shadows, exuding an aura of authority.
"I'm Geralt," the figure announced confidently.
Kira raised an eyebrow. Geralt? You sound like someone trying too hard to sound cool. Let me guess... Urrutia.
He knew exactly who this "Geralt" was. Behind the guise was Urrutia, Uru's estranged daughter.
Kira's mind wandered briefly to her backstory: born with immense magical power, Urrutia was sent to a research institute by her mother, Uru, in hopes of controlling her unstable abilities. However, the institute exploited her as a test subject, ultimately leading her to believe she had been abandoned. This misconception fueled her hatred, driving her to join the dark guild, Grimoire Heart.
Urrutia had mastered the Arc of Time, a lost magic capable of altering the temporal state of objects. With this power, she had played pivotal roles in countless dark schemes, including manipulating Jellal to orchestrate the Tower of Heaven tragedy.
"Are you here to stop me?" Kira asked, feigning ignorance. "Are you Leon's ally?"
Urrutia smirked beneath her hood, playing along. "I recently joined him. These small fry couldn't handle the ritual, so it looks like I'll have to step in."
"Oh? And what can you do?" Kira's tone dripped with mockery.
Urrutia remained unfazed. "Who said the ritual depends on those fools? Even without them, the Moon Drop will continue!"
Kira followed her gaze and realized with a start that the ritual hadn't stopped. The purple light continued to flow steadily into the cave, feeding Deliora's frozen form.
"Impressive," Kira admitted. "How are you pulling that off?"
Urrutia raised a crystal orb, smirking. "Have you heard of the Arc of Time?"
Feigning confusion, Kira tilted his head. "Sounds like something to do with time magic?"
"Correct. I can manipulate the time of objects, sending them to the past, present, or future. With this, I've ensured that the Moon Drop ritual remains unaffected by interruptions."
Kira's thoughts raced. This magic is absurdly versatile. No wonder she's so confident.
"I won't let you stop the ritual," Urrutia declared. "If you want to stop me, you'll have to defeat me first!"
Kira grinned, leaning casually against a nearby boulder. "Defeat you? Nah."
"What?!" Urrutia's confident facade cracked slightly.
"I, Kira, will surprise you," he said, his smirk widening.
Confusion flickered across Urrutia's face. She couldn't comprehend why Kira wasn't engaging her in battle. Wasn't he here to stop the ritual? What game was he playing?
Suddenly, an ice dragon surged toward Kira from behind, roaring as it closed in at high speed.
But Kira had already sensed the attack.
"Earth Flow Wall!"
A towering wall of stone erupted from the ground, intercepting the dragon and shattering it into harmless fragments.
As the dust settled, Kira stood unfazed, his expression calm and collected.
"Let's make this more interesting, shall we?" he said, his voice laced with mischief.
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