Her Return

[Name: Aurora (Heavily Weakened)]

[Race: Demi Goddess, Succubus Empress (Locked), Snow Demi-Goddess (Locked), Fire Demi-Goddess (Locked), Intermediate Zombie]

[Sex: Female]

[Titles: First Universe Tier, Daughter of Chaos and Order, Empress of Lust, Submissive, Sex Demon Slayer, Creator of Neko Succubus, Incubus Genocider, Incester, Brutal Slayer, Monster Genocider, Diligent Worker, Lazy Ass, Empress of Sloth, Empress of Diligence, Gorgan Servant Slayer, Ant Genocider, Guild Master Of The Moonlight Guild, Last Snow Woman, Ascended Monster (995,574,946/1 Billion Humans Killed), Merciful, Hybrid Nymph Slayer, Ice Princess, Naga Slayer, Ogre Killer, Empress of Wrath, Slave Defiant]

[Level: 39 (Divinity Rank 1 (Locked)]

[HP: 700/700 (Locked) (True Value 1 Billion)]

[DP: 12/560 (MP Locked) (True Value 10 Billion)]

[SE: 0/3,392,050 (Locked)]

[STR: 35 -> 75 (Locked)]

[VIT: 38 -> 78 (Locked)]

[INT: 83 -> 123 (Locked)]

[AGI: 29 -> 69 (Locked)]

[DEX: 26 -> 66 (Locked)]

[DEF: 32 -> 72 (Locked)]

[CHA: 3,402,112 -> 3,402,154]

[Unassigned Stat Points: 110 -> 0]

[Balance: 100.57 Million USD]

[All stats are drastically weakened due to Order and Chaos' punishment.]

[Magic: Demonic Magic - Tier 8; Arcane Magic - Tier 6; Curse Magic - Tier 4; Undead Magic - Tier 3, Death Magic - Tier 1]

[Magic Skills: Imagination Creation, Corruption Manipulation, Void Shift, Void Step]

[Active Skills: Telepathy, Future Sight, Imperceptibility, Necromancy, Corpse Possession]

[Passive Skills: Omni Weapon Proficiency, Accelerated Regeneration]

[Arts: Dark Arts, Demonic Arts, Assassination Arts]

[Perception Skills: Danger Detection, Extrasensory Perception, Thermal Perception, Enhanced Instincts]

[Resistance Skills: Disease Immunity, Contaminant Immunity, Low Weakness Resistance]

[Innate Skills: Chaos (42.9% Unlocked), Order (14.3% Unlocked), Devour, Conversion, Claw Retraction, Horde Control]

"I was lucky." Aurora muttered as she closed her status interface.

Not a single trace of Lethia's or Malik's corpses remained. Aurora stared at the bloody patches of ground that were left behind as the dagger, which she had still been holding, shattered into a million pieces and faded away.

Amia called out to Aurora, approaching her with a worried face. "Aurora…!"

Turning her head, Aurora tried to stand up. She couldn't properly muster up any strength in her body, and when she tried to move her legs, they wouldn't move the way she wanted them to.

At this sight, Amia's worry deepened further as she grabbed Aurora's wrist. "You're…"

"I'm fine." Aurora interrupted.

"No, you're not!" Amia quickly refuted this as she infused her dark energy through Aurora's wrist. Then she closed her eyes as she focused. Her view connected with the dark energy pouring inside and slowly circulated through Aurora's body without any hindrance.

Since most of her strength and skills were taken after entering this world, she resorted to using one of her innate skills, energy scrying, to see Aurora's dark energy core and energy flow in complete detail.

For a few moments, Amia examined Aurora's dark energy in depth without overlooking the littlest of details. On the other hand, Aurora looked at Amia with a placid face, letting her do as she wished. She didn't have the strength to resist the way she was now, nor did she feel the need to.

After a long silence, Amia opened her eyes and spoke up. "You've exhausted too much of your dark energy. So much so that your body can't function normally."

"I'll be—"

"You don't get it, do you?" Amia interrupted, not giving her the chance to speak. She was being serious and didn't allow Aurora to ignore her. "You're a zombie, a being who's able to exist and move because of the dark energy flowing through your body. Without dark energy, you'll return to being a corpse."

"…" Aurora blankly looked at Amia.

"If you had your vast energy supply, I wouldn't be this worried. You could use your unique skill: imagination creation, and the cost wouldn't be noticeable. But… Your energy supply is sealed, and you are left with a small supply of dark energy. And if, by chance, you accidentally use too much energy, you could die!"

Regaining her composure, Aurora wasn't able to refute her words. "You're right. I didn't consider this before... Thank you!"

"Don't thank me; just be careful. I can't bear the thought of losing you."

"I'm sorry." Aurora apologized. Amia nodded in response and continued.

"Judging by the current supply of dark energy you have left, you'll be unable to walk for the next few hours. I guess there's no helping it; I'll have to carry you myself." Amia grabbed her arms and, with the help of some of the surviving undead, lifted Aurora onto her back.

Aurora's mind was flustered by Amia's sudden actions. However, Amia adjusted Aurora on her back, wrapping her arms around her neck with a mischievous smile. She strode forward and carried her without caring for how embarrassing this must've felt.

'C-can't she just have the undead carry me?'

Aurora actually didn't hate Amia carrying her, as it brought them closer to each other. It was just how she was doing it that embarrassed her. She supported her buttocks with her hands, as one would normally do, but as she continued moving forward, she softly patted her buttocks.

****

Inside Zaciki, Camille was attending to her duties as a maid in Lethia's state, ensuring all the rooms were clean before Lethia's return. As she cleaned the last room, she felt an uneasy feeling take over.

She subconsciously looked in the direction where the dark ore mine was.

"Mistress!" She screamed as she dropped to the floor, feeling excruciating pain overwhelm her entire body. Her body felt as if it were being torn apart, piece by piece. Even when she tried gritting her teeth as hard as she could, she couldn't stop the loud, painful screams from escaping her mouth.

The blood contract that Lethia forced onto her was suddenly severed, causing her to feel the immediate drawbacks that came with it. The contract was simple but powerful. In exchange for Lethia's special blood and the immense power that came with it, she would devote her entire life to serving Lethia without a second thought. However, this power wasn't something to be taken lightly, as most beings couldn't even survive the formation of the contract.

During the creation of the contract, a mutation would occur in the contractee's body and soul, changing them into someone that was stronger and more durable in order to contain the power of Lethia's blood.

Since the creator of the contract had perished, there would naturally be a price to pay for failing to save her. Camille's situation was no different. Camille hadn't been there when Lethia passed, but the contract didn't have prejudice towards the contractees; her body and soul were being punished for her failure.

It wasn't her first time feeling extreme pain; she had felt it not long ago when the pact was first formed. However, without a doubt, Camille was certain that the pain coursing through her body and soul hurt the most. Even with all her efforts, she couldn't concentrate or resist the pain.

"Err… argh!" Camille continued to scream, her voice becoming hoarse from her nonstop screaming. She couldn't move or think even a single coherent thought as blood trickled from her every orifice.

Camille couldn't take this for much longer; she was reaching her limit. Pitch black veins spread across her body, and her soul was covered with cracks. Her soul was beginning to destabilize as more cracks formed. The pain was so great that she would have rather died than suffer anymore. She hoped that death would offer comfort from this pain, and that was why she desperately sought to die. Thankfully, Camille didn't need to wait long for her wish to come true.

Her body, which had been convulsing ever since she fell to the floor, ceased as her horrendous screams fell silent. Her eyes were lifeless, and her soul was shattered, leaving only her body intact.

The leftover fragments of her soul slowly dissipated. Until that moment, there were absolutely no traces of her soul; her body remained still and unmoving. But when her soul disappeared, the pale tips of her fingers moved slightly.

The black nerves covering her body began to recede as her pale white complexion quickly returned to normal. Her eyes slowly filled back up with life as the blood that was spilt from her orifices returned to her body. The injuries that she had slowly healed, returning her body to peak condition.

"Argh!" Camille—no, someone else entirely—sat up, screaming in pain as her chest heaved heavily. She subconsciously touched her chest and lowered her gaze. Seeing that her body had no visible injuries, she sighed in relief. "It seems the contingency plan I had set in place was a success."

The woman smiled. "There was a price that had to be paid: the life of a loyal servant for my own, but it couldn't be helped. She would've died in a little more than a dozen years if it hadn't been today. She did serve her true purpose in saving her mistress by sacrificing herself. I guess she deserves some praise then."

The woman was Lethia, the vampire princess who escaped her death through the connection she had with Camille.

She turned her thoughts to something more important. "What kind of weapons did that woman use? It was able to bypass my powers and regeneration. If I can't counter it before we meet again, I'll really die. She's dangerous… It'll be best to warn the others."

Lethia, who wouldn't normally think of anything as a threat, thought differently this time. The sword and dagger that killed her were too much of a threat for her to take lightly. She quickly left the room, leaving to warn her father about the imminent threat.