First Duel

Trent noticed that the deviless had begun to recover, transitioning from tumbling through the air into controlled flight, surrounded by green Essence. However, before she could fully regain her wits and understand her surroundings, Trent was already closing in with terrifying speed, his fist charged with Essence. With the little time available, the she-devil muttered something to herself, clasped her palms together, and then separated them, manifesting a straight green line. She quickly turned the line into a circle by forming a circumference just as Trent approached.

His fist thrust into the black circular hole she created, and with a swift motion, she snapped it shut into a thin line, slicing Trent's hand from his arm.

'Woah!" Trent exclaimed as the deviless pushed off his body with her boots, performing a backflip—her large breasts momentarily leaving their spots as cleavage and yielding to gravity—before landing stealthily on the dark plains bordering the outskirts and the gaming maps.

Trent glanced at his handless arm, realizing that the goddess had granted him Nullification, meaning he wouldn't feel pain from Essence-channelled Manifestations. "Wow. What you did was cool," Trent commended the she-devil who was on the ground below him, her hands poised to Manifest something else. "How did you do that?" he asked, his hand regenerating, along with the Crimson Knight covering it.

The she-devil's eyes widened as she watched Trent casually regenerate a new hand, something she couldn't do even as a Supreme Being. "How did you do that?" she asked in return.

Trent lowered himself to ground level as well before holding up two fingers. "You mean this?" he asked, creating a tiny ball of raw, unmanifested Essence that sparked as it grew bigger.

The she-devil sensed the extreme danger and performed more backflips before leaping into the air again, swinging her thick, sensual thighs to release sharp green plasmic darts.

Trent, who had just released the blast that scorched a hill and created a large hole in it, saw the darts coming. Despite their small sizes, he believed he could transition them to his and he did. With a wave of his fingers, the darts dispersed, giving him a clear view of the curvaceous figure of the deviless... who was now diving towards him.

She crashed into Trent, sending them both tumbling as he finally felt her body and her massive chest rub against his face. However, he quickly pushed her off him to continue the fight. She somersaulted backward with the thrust, summoning ribbons of Manifestations all around them before she could land on her feet.

The ribbons snaked toward Trent, aiming to ensnare, trap, and crush him. Trent heard her say "[Divine Tendrils]" as she executed the attack. He responded dutifully by releasing a powerful, saturated torrent of red Essence that incinerated the creeping ribbons on immediate contact. He followed up as quickly as he could to catch her off guard, releasing a blast of wind, picked up using Essence, which violently pushed her back.

She managed to block a small portion of the blast, but the wave's force knocked her off balance. Seizing the opportunity, Trent dashed forward, his fist burning with raw, unmanifested Essence. He delivered a rapid series of punches, each crackling red punch jerking her body roughly with every impact.

She tried to escape his nonstop pounding, attempting to deflect his strikes with acrobatics. She flipped over his head, aiming a kick at his back. Trent effortlessly spun around and caught her leg, swinging her just as he did in the inn, and letting her body fly away.

As her red skin disappeared into the dark sky, Trent confirmed her vulnerability and decided it was probably time to end this fight. He quickly focused, channelling his Essence into his right hand by patting it with his left, creating an extremely large sphere of crackling raw energy.

Without hesitation, Trent lunged forward, thrusting his hands that conjured the sphere, releasing the massive crackling ball of Essence energy. It grew larger as it approached the deviless, striking her squarely in the chest and exploding with a blinding flash of light.

'I don't know what that was, but hell, it was big!' Trent exclaimed, watching her body drop lifelessly from afar. He could still sense some alive Mana within her, indicating she wasn't dead yet.

Trent gave the she-devil some credit. She had indeed battled like a Darth Assassin, a Supreme being. He powered his hands again and zoomed towards her body. Upon reaching her, he slammed his palm onto her red face, gripping her skull with the tips of his fingers, and accelerated her downward hurl toward the ground.

Boom!

The impact sent ripples through the ground of the dark plains, and dust rose immediately.

Trent took a few steps back, his hands pocketed in his Crimson Knight coat, as he took a deep breath to savour his victory. He glared at the crater created by the impact and the she-devil lying motionless in the center, her body smoking with residual red Essence.

Trent noticed that her Sentinel suit was ripped in patches, revealing parts of her red skin. Her wide cleavage rose and fell subtly, and Trent could see the silhouette of her nipples poking through the fabric. Her legs were sprawled apart, exposing what lay between her thighs.

Trent gulped as he felt himself getting hard at the sight of it all. Suddenly, she began to drag herself back to consciousness, groaning as she did.

Trent was astonished by her relentlessness, but that would also mean he'd have to finish her in a more honourable way, then. "You're a hard devil, aren't you?" Trent sneered and took another step back. "Tell me who sent you and perhaps, I'd spare your life and we could become friends."

The devil dragged herself to her knees, sitting on them, her dress clinging tightly to her thighs, nearly ripping. Her cleavage swayed softly within the tight fabric. "We Darths remain unfazed even in the face of death. You should know that. Do what you must; the brotherhood will avenge me," she hissed her reply.

Trent stood motionless for a moment before adjusting his stance. "Very well," he said. Trent waved one hand before his chest and stretched it diagonally across his body. Real fire manifested out of nowhere, flickering and illuminating their serene surroundings.

The devil's eyes widened as real flames manifested from Trent's palm, dancing and orbiting his body. Her glossy lips fell agape, and she stammered, choking on her words. "Impossible," she whispered.

Trent raised a brow behind his mask. "Whaddya say? For some reason, of all the weird things here, manifesting fire in a magic world like this is impossible?"

The devil's eyes darted between him and his conjuring palm of fire. "Who are you? No Darth, no simple indigene can directly channel Mana! What are you?!"

'Hmm,' Trent thought. 'So, Mana is not directly Channelled for a Manifestation? It's always through Essence?'

"That age is gone! Only Original Keepers of the Beasts can do such!" she protested, pausing with her forked tongue hanging out, out of breath. "Are you one?"

Trent calmly shook his head while moulding the fire in his palms. He waved it around him, forging a bow and arrow. His right arm drew back with the fiery arrow, while his left outstretched with the blazing bow. The tip aimed at the devil's skull. "Would you speak now?" he asked, the flames flickering before his red visors and black mask.

"You will kill me with one strike from that," the devil stated, a hint of a question in her voice, her chest rising and falling with deep, expectant breaths.

"You literally said by fire and blood, remember?" Trent remarked, his gaze shifting from her forehead down to her sharp black-pupiled eyes. His eyes lingered on her flat, discrete nose and black glossy lips, then skimmed down her soft red neck adorned with a thin necklace, its pendant hidden in the darkness of the crack between her two round breasts that reflected the fire's glow.

Trent's body seemed to twinkle as he noticed she was posed in a very sensual, submissive, blowjob position, her slim arms at her sides and her thighs exposed.

"I want to live in the afterlife!"

'Afterlife?' Trent thought.

[The Paradox indigenes believe that being killed by Manifestations from Directly Channelled Mana would prevent one from reincarnating later on]

[However, that could be just a belief]

'I see,' Trent mused, his gaze skimming the black, silk-clad figure of the Infernian.

He slowly lowered the blazing weapon. He couldn't take it anymore.