Chapter: 0.191: God of Destruction part I

The once-icy stillness of the ruined castle now crackled with a sinister heat. The sound of the magical chains clanking against the obsidian floor echoed in the shadows like a funeral march. Naoko Rotschy stood tall, her silver hair swaying with the dark currents of mana that twisted around her form like sentient mist. Her leather combat attire clung to her figure, revealing both strength and elegance, the silver buttons on her vest glinting faintly under the sickly light that seeped through the broken ceiling.

Before her, the Goddess of Destruction—Ebrenyo—sat bound upon her shattered throne. The chains of lunar essence had snaked around her limbs, hissing with power that fed off celestial alignment. Her golden hair shimmered like wildfire, her crimson eyes still burning with unyielding defiance. And yet, despite her bindings, her expression was not one of fear. It was amusement.

Ebrenyo laughed.

It was a low, throaty sound, ancient and dangerous, vibrating with the primal frequency of destruction itself. "Chains? From the moon? Oh, dear little half-blood... you think that's enough to contain me?"

Naoko didn't answer. Her expression was empty, emotionless, the signature void that defined her soul. She raised one hand, prepared to channel another wave of incantations—this time layered with lunar hexes and aetheric distortion.

But before a single syllable could leave her lips, Ebrenyo's body pulsed with a deep crimson glow. The mana in the air recoiled.

With a simple motion—almost lazy—Ebrenyo flexed her fingers. The celestial chains groaned... then shattered like fragile glass.

BOOM.

A shockwave erupted from her throne, splintering the floor beneath her and sending a shock of raw pressure barreling through the room. Naoko shielded herself with a mana barrier, sliding back several meters as the wave pushed her.

Ebrenyo stood slowly. The throne behind her disintegrated into dust, caught in the unnatural wind she summoned by simply moving.

"It's been a while," the goddess said, lifting one arm lazily to the side. Fire spiraled around her fingers, but it was not normal fire—it burned with black and red flame, the mark of Destructive Genesis. Her dress reformed into a battle garment: a regal ensemble of black and red silk that floated weightlessly around her. Jewels glowed across her collarbone, each one containing fragments of annihilated stars.

Naoko's eyes flashed. A magic circle spun into existence beneath her boots.

She vanished.

In a blink, she reappeared behind Ebrenyo, a glyph of frost and lunar polarity summoned at her fingertips. But Ebrenyo turned her head casually, caught Naoko's wrist in mid-air, and flung her across the throne room with monstrous strength.

Naoko crashed through a broken pillar. The structure collapsed on top of her with a deafening rumble.

Before the dust could settle, Ebrenyo appeared above the debris, her arms glowing with violet sigils.

"Let's see how long you last, daughter of the moon."

She brought her fist down.

BOOM!

The ground split. A crater formed. Naoko burst out of the rubble, panting, blood running down her temple. She raised her palm—her voice cold and sharp:

"—Rin'al Velkaria!"

A beam of pure lunar mana erupted upward, blasting Ebrenyo in the torso. The goddess grunted as she flew backward, smashing into a wall. The force seared part of her dress, but when she stood again, she looked... delighted.

"Finally," Ebrenyo said with a wicked grin. "You're beginning to entertain me."

What followed was a dance of chaos.

Naoko teleported mid-air, sending volleys of cursed starlight at Ebrenyo. Each bolt distorted the space it passed through, warping the castle. Ebrenyo spun through them, retaliating with waves of compressed entropy, spells of black flame and antimatter.

Naoko's eyes activated—The Lunar Oculus. Time slowed around her. Every spell, every movement, every twitch of Ebrenyo's magic was visible in slow motion.

But even so...

Ebrenyo adjusted.

She matched Naoko's speed—her own divinity adapting to the Lunar Oculus. In the slowed time, their hands met in midair, and the force of their clash shattered the sky above.

Rain began to fall—except it wasn't water. It was molten mana, dripping from the broken sky.

Naoko landed, her boots skidding across the scorched floor. Her breathing was heavier now.

She had never fought someone who could not only survive her spells but adapt to them.

Ebrenyo appeared in front of her in a blink. She grabbed Naoko by the neck and slammed her into the ground. Then again. And again.

Boom. Crack. Boom.

Naoko coughed blood.

The Goddess of Destruction loomed above her, her crimson eyes glowing with savage excitement.

"Don't die yet, little moon. You haven't even begged yet."

With that, she unleashed a direct blast of Destruction Flame. The explosion incinerated a hundred meters of floor and opened a hole to the abyss below the ruins.

When the light faded, Naoko was barely conscious. Her body smoked, her clothes torn, but her eyes—her silver, soulless eyes—still burned with defiance.

She rose slowly.

"You'll have to try harder than that."

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