Chapter 50: Queens of Battle and the Strange Dream

POV: Sitha / Virelia

Under the sky, a darkness spread around me.

They were the Wolves of Eternal Night.

They rose, and the filthy darkness that cloaked them expanded over the clouds, forming a false shadowy domain. It was nearly impossible to see anything.

Using the Conjurer's Eye on my forehead, I could roughly sense their positions. I approached Virelia. We decided together: eliminate that damned firebird first.

She advanced with all her might. And I sent Ezir, my familiar, to support her, while I dealt with the wolves.

I raised two fingers to the sky and crossed them—a white arrow shot upward and burst in a flash of light. With that, my eyes were able to pierce through the darkness—and I saw white fangs, slightly curved. There they were.

They tried to jam my spiritual sight, but now... I knew where to strike.

I chose to fight with everything I had.

My purple hair began to snake and ripple around me—turning into dancing illusions. Vitae surged through my body. A purple ethereal armor formed over my skin, like solidified mist.

A 3rd-Degree Lower Grade Spiritual Mirror appeared in my hands. I crossed my fingers and formed a magical triangle in front of my face, beat my wings, and soared into the air.

My third eye remained fixed on the beasts. But... they noticed my shift. The Wolves of Eternal Night charged, ferocious.

The air around me began to crack.

Crack. Crack. Crack.

Space shattered—like ancient glass under pressure.

Flash! A burst tore through the sky, and the black dome began to break apart. Above, something strange emerged.

My spiritual mirror glowed... and from it, another Sitha stepped out.

Identical to me in every way—thoughts, power, soul. That is the innate function of the Spiritual Mirror: to create a perfect clone, at the cost of a massive amount of Vitae and the risk of breaking the mirror.

She looked at me. And understood.

"How do you plan to handle this? Are we giving ourselves up?" the clone asked.

"They're too busy. Don't even think about it. Even if they find out… we just need to run. It's been a long time since we were found."

The clone simply nodded.

Then, we began.

We crossed our fingers and recited the seven knots of the forbidden spell: Krum, Volo, Salo, Ciero, Tiav, Qlari, Ahidussia.

Our bodies began to synchronize. This was the Nocisava form—an ancient technique. A taboo. The fusion of two equals is a step toward perfection. And when someone nears perfection... the Fractus Ordo sends its members. Either you join them—or you die.

The fusion doesn't grant absurd power, but... it's like leaving a scent of fresh meat in the air. And that draws the true wolves.

Once fused, we became one Sitha. Four wings. Thicker Vitae. No other visible change.

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POV: Virelia

I was easily suppressing that damned firebird.

Arrogant, it launched heavy fire attacks, while Ezir—the massive purple cat—appeared and vanished between the spells, tearing through with his claws.

I charged forward, pointing my hand. Three water blades shot out. The bird raised a flaming barrier. With no room to counterattack, it thrashed, then unleashed a scorching blast straight at me.

Krii. Its eyes turned red. Pure hatred. Creatures of fire… they tend to despise water.

It exploded in flames, spinning in fury, unleashing a devastating dance of fire.

"Wretched beast! You really think you can defeat me?"

My water aura intensified. And I clashed head-on with it. Water and fire opposed each other—but also intertwined.

A deadlock.

The water suppressed it. The fire evaporated my defense.

Boom.

We were thrown apart. But we clashed again. And again. I would never yield to this disgusting creature. And it… would never accept being subdued by water.

So… one of us had to die.

I stepped back, crossed my fingers. Vitae surged into my hands. Water took form.

Two Triton Golems emerged—defenders of the mermaids. Both were Near-Baron level. They charged with brute force. Ezir too.

But none of them could truly hurt it. That bird was a Baron-level beast.

Only I could deal real damage.

While the trio kept it at bay, I crossed my fingers again. Formed a liquid spiritual weapon between my hands and recited: Nira, Valen, Sul, Tala, Caldris.

A pressurized stream of water took shape—sharp and deadly like a liquid blade. It launched with pinpoint precision.

Zuum!

It sliced through the bird from side to side. Blood exploded out. A roar of pain echoed.

But we gave it no time to breathe.

We all advanced. Attack after attack. The deep wound bled endlessly. And I kept applying pressure.

Water is superior to fire. Birds… would never rival the royalty of the mermaids.

I crossed my fingers one last time. A single drop of water formed. It started to pulse red. High pressure. Condensed energy.

Swish.

The drop cut through the air—and pierced straight into the beast's wound.

At first, nothing. Then... Tum. Tum. Tum. The bird's body trembled. Tumors started forming. Something inside… was tearing it apart.

Splash!

The bird exploded in a burst of blood. Only its core crystal remained.

"See that, damned beast? Water... will always conquer your filthy fire."

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POV: General Overview

On the battlefield, the war blazed like a living furnace. Soldiers charged with ferocity. The clash against the beasts resembled a hellish scene.

Even as they fell, the warriors made sure to drag their enemies down with them.

The main fighters never stopped. So far, five or six warrior-level combatants had already perished. But among the 2nd-Level beasts, at least forty had been taken down.

Blood flooded the area. The ground was soaked with fluids—from beasts, soldiers, and fallen familiars. If anyone dared to look too closely, they might see Death herself watching the chaos unfold.

Every second mattered. Each breath claimed another life.

In the distance, three Defense Golems crushed low-level beasts. There were shield formations of up to five hundred members, trying to hold the lines.

In the sky, familiars battled with ferocity. Spells exploded like storms of light, rumbling above the clouds.

The six Near-Baron elders fought together higher up, each confronting two, three—sometimes even five beasts of the same level. It was a desperate fight.

And still... they kept pushing forward.

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In a secluded area of the village, the Elders were finishing their preparations.

The weapon was finally ready.

"It's working… at last."

"Keep going. We need to finish it now. We still have to assist the main field!"

The structure, resembling a thorned cannon, began to vibrate. Fifteen spikes lit up red. The crystal at the base cracked—signaling full activation.

The cannon turned slowly... then aimed upward.

Boom!

A massive ring shot out at high speed, soaring toward the battlefield.

When it reached the field—it detonated.

The fifteen thorns, still attached by strange metallic threads, launched outward—and latched onto fifteen Near-Baron beasts.

This was the purpose of the Beast Seal Cannon.

The thorns would suppress, drain, poison, and dull the senses of the beasts.

It may not seem like much, but... now, the elite fighters could finally breathe.

With one less beast pressing down on each of them—they had more time. A better chance to survive. A restored balance.

Of the twenty-four Near-Baron beasts, fifteen were now sealed.

For a brief moment... the battlefield was in check.

POV: Bruno

In my transformed state, Ignis and I were battling three beasts. But one of them—a Borug—was already severely wounded by the blue flames. It wouldn't be a problem.

The real threat… was the bat.

A creature of 2nd Intermediate Level.

And I… I had no idea how to defeat it.

Every one of its movements was lethal. Its Vitae reserves were overwhelming. Its echolocation picked up my attacks before I even launched them. It knew where I was every single moment.

"Of course it had to be a bat…" I muttered, annoyed.

Ignis, in control of the form, dashed like a bolt of lightning, aiming for the first Borug. Meanwhile, I focused on the spear, struggling to keep up.

But the 2nd-Level crystal's Vitae still corroded me from the inside. My attacks didn't burn fast enough to relieve the pressure. My muscles screamed. My spirit flickered.

And then... I started to fall.

Falling...

Into the depths of myself.

Losing consciousness.

Once again, I wandered.

Back to the world of dreams.

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POV: Dream

My eyes opened slowly...

And I was in the place I hated most.

That damned frozen forest.

The cliff was still there.

But this time... no one came.

Not Ignis. Not Flávia. Not Selena.

No one.

My arm was still broken, leaving me hanging off the edge. But across the gap... there was no Astrel.

And down below… there were no wolves.

What... is this?

The chain snapped.

I slipped.

I fell into the snow.

At the bottom of the abyss… there was nothing. No life. No sound.

Just a terrifying stillness.

Confused, I started walking. My memories felt scrambled.

"Remember..."

The whisper echoed—neither from outside, nor within.

I kept walking, scanning the landscape.

Everything was the same.

Everything was too quiet.

"Bruno, wake up..." the voice repeated.

I reached the heart of the forest. A red light pulsed there, brighter and brighter. I felt fear... but also a strange, magnetic curiosity.

Step by step, I approached. Everything frozen. Still unchanged.

The light grew redder.

More intense.

More alive.

"Wake up, Bruno."

At the center, I saw something.

A Veil.

Made of blood?

And standing before it... a tiny version of myself.

He looked at me with calm, proud eyes.

"Strange, isn't it? I'm curious about it too," said the mini-Bruno.

"What are you? Where are we?"

"Remember..." the whisper echoed again.

"I'm you. Maybe prouder, maybe more hostile. A little more irritated. But I'm still you. And I'm waiting—anxiously—for the day we become one again."

"This place?"

"We're inside your mind."

"And that?"

"A Veil. You identified it well. But I don't know what it is either."

Just as he finished, something changed.

"Remember…"

A woman's scream echoed through the realm.

Pain exploded in my head.

My ears bled.

My skull cracked from within.

Mini-Bruno dropped to his knees, crying.

So did I.

The Veil shot toward me like a spear of light—

And it fused into my chest.

Flash.

Now... we stood on two pillars, looking down. The Veil still lay there, unchanged.

It was...

Diabolical. Angelic.

Tiny. Immense.

"So weird," whispered the mini-Bruno.

"Should I study it?"

"Yes. Or maybe not. It doesn't belong to us. One day, it'll leave."

"Where to?"

"I don't know."

He paused.

"But when we finally become one… I think it'll find the space it needs to escape."

"And that'll happen when?"

"When we reach King Level. If we ever do."

I nodded.

He looked at me and smirked.

"But for now... you have to go back. You're a pain to have around here."

He waved his hand.

And I...

Was thrown back into the real world.

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