Layliasfield

This is not a story of clear-cut heroes or villains, nor is it a tale of moral absolutes. It is a narrative of survival amidst dire circumstances, where the power of Magecraft shapes the era and legends come to life.
In a world where myths thrive and magical forces dominate, a group of unlikely allies battles not just for glory, but for the very survival of their world and its people—because, after all, they are the ones who call it home.

The Corrupted Syndicate

The weapon tore through the air, accelerating with deadly precision, its blade aimed directly at Celia. The sheer speed and power behind the throw made it more like a missile than a mere weapon, promising devastating impact upon reaching its target.

Celia was stunned for a moment but quickly blocked the flying axe from destroying her face by bringing up her armored arms. The weapon then dropped onto the floor, no longer having any strength to stay in its place.

However, it bought time for Mavislin to get into a position above her enemy.

Celia made the critical mistake of hesitating when she locked eyes with Mavislin's glowing, mesmerizing gaze.

Unbeknownst to her, this moment of hesitation triggered the dragoness's concealed spell, Petrify The Flesh—a formidable enchantment intended only for a figure of Greek mythological legend.

The altered girl merely smiled as her eyes flashed brightly, striking fear and terror into Yun's body.

"Ah~ Looks like you know who is my Guardian..."

The dragoness then contorted her body and slashed her opponent's torso with a swift move, blood spilling everywhere. Celia's limbs felt heavy as her skin was slowly turning into stone, much to her horror. Another futile attempt was made to stop Mavislin but...

"You hesitated to use your spells against me. I don't care about your reasons. All that matters now is that your delay has cost you your life."

Celia let out a cry of agony before Mavislin quickly maneuvered and plunged her blade into Celia's jugular. Blood sprayed out like a geyser when the dragoness pulled away from the limp body, creating a distance between the two.

Flicking her sword to clean off the blood, Mavislin sighed as the body fell towards the ground, splashing the pool of crimson beneath her.

"If I had known you were going to be this unfun, I wouldn't have transformed so quickly. I didn't even get to use a spell," grumbled Mavislin as she wanted to transform back.

However, the body of Celia twitched, prompting Mavislin to stay on guard. In a quick second, the fallen enemy's mana output skyrocketed. The dragoness gripped her katana, formulating her next move against the transforming enemy.

"You're kidding… Has the Legion been experimenting on their soldiers too?! A forced transformation upon death seems like a scummy move to me!" said Mavislin as she pointed her blade at the body.

'Celia' was now shaking uncontrollably, splattering blood everywhere as eight large spikes shot out from her back, slowly transforming into thin black legs. Her legs resembled those of a spider, extending and shifting as her main body was gradually lifted.

The gash began to mend, her rosy skin morphing into a pale violet hue. As she lifted her head to face her enemy, sharp fangs emerged from the corners of her mouth, distorting her features into a grotesque snarl.

Her eyes turned entirely black, and with a convulsive heave, she expelled a torrent of white silk, spewing forth an expansive wave that covered the ground.

Good Night, Last Ditch