Chapter 41: The Silent Storm

Uraume walked through the kingdom of love, a place where Umbra's family and friends had lived in peace for the past five years. She moved silently, her presence undetectable to all, like a shadow that not even the light could expose. No one sensed her as she wandered, her steps quiet, her expression stoic, her eyes observing.

This was Umbra's creation—his sanctuary for his loved ones. Yet, something was off. Her instincts sharpened, and her gaze shifted. Who is that, she thought, sensing a presence that dared to think they were Umbra. Her energy flared for just a second, letting her power seep out like a gust of wind in a storm.

Akari appeared instantly, sword drawn, her blade at Uraume's neck, as fast as a breath. "Who are you?" Akari's voice was cold, her gaze sharp. But Uraume didn't flinch. She glanced at the sword with mild amusement.

"Hum..." Uraume murmured to herself, ignoring Akari's blade as if it were nothing more than a bothersome fly. "So, this is Akari... Fast. Good with a sword." She didn't say anything more, didn't even acknowledge Akari further. Uraume turned, her attention drifting elsewhere, walking away as if the confrontation was beneath her.

Akari's sword trembled, but before she could strike again, Uraume was already gone from her reach, leaving Akari standing there, frozen by confusion and a strange unease.

As Uraume continued her stroll, a new figure appeared. The one who thought himself to be Umbra. He approached with confidence, sword drawn, aiming directly for her. The blade came towards her heart, but Uraume moved like water—fluid and untouchable. She gripped his sword in her hand, stopping it mid-air with terrifying ease. Her eyes locked onto his, cold and emotionless.

"You think you're Umbra?" she whispered, her voice low and deadly. "Who are you? Oh, that's right..." Her gaze sharpened as she twisted the sword in his hand, forcing it into his own chest. "You're no one." The man's eyes widened in terror as he collapsed at her feet, his life draining away.

Suddenly, the air grew tense as the other wives began to arrive, drawn to the commotion. Akari, Seraphina, Aeloria, Selene, and Nyxara stood ready, anger and confusion clear in their eyes. They attacked without hesitation, their powers flaring, spells igniting, and blades slashing.

Uraume moved through them like a ghost, effortlessly dodging every strike. They were strong, fierce, but compared to her, they were nothing. Aeloria charged at her with a blast of magic, but Uraume was faster. With a swift movement, she reached out and gripped Aeloria's arm, tearing it off with a sickening rip. Blood splattered, and Aeloria screamed in agony.

Uraume glanced at the severed limb, unimpressed. "Oh... Who did I get?" she mused, her eyes locking onto Aeloria. "Ah... her."