Catgirls And Dungeons (Yuri)-Chapter 52: Death

"W-What? S-She killed Patrick?!"

A man stammers, his voice cracking, his trembling hand struggling to grip the hilt of his sword. His wide, bloodshot eyes dart frantically between Eris and the corpse of their comrade, sprawled lifelessly on the ground.

"But… but he's a D-rank adventurer! That's… IMPOSSIBLE!"

The others exchange frantic glances, their faces pale, glistening with sweat.

Fear takes root.

Doubt seeps in.

Then—

"D-Don't just stand there!"

The bearded leader bellows, spittle flies from his mouth, though the shake in his voice betrays his growing panic.

"She's just ONE woman! GET HER!!!"

But—

Eris doesn't wait.

She acts.

An explosion of speed, a streak of black.

The first man doesn't even have time to scream.

Her blade arcs through the air with haunting elegance, slicing cleanly through his neck. The sharp, wet sound of flesh and bone splitting apart fills the night.

SHLICK.

Blood erupts in a thick, crimson arc.

Splattering the ground.

Staining the trees.

Drenching the horrified faces of his comrades.

His lifeless body collapses, a heavy thud against the dirt.

And his severed head, it rolls.

And rolls.

And rolls…

Stopping at one bastard's feet.

The dead guy's glassy, vacant eyes stare up at them, as if accusing them for their inaction.

And with that, for a single, breathless moment, the world freezes.

The men stand paralyzed, their gazes locked onto the grotesque scene before them—

As if refusing to believe it's real.

Then—

Chaos erupts.

"ATTACK HER!!! GET HERRR!!!!"

The bearded man roars, his voice cracking under the weight of desperation.

Three men charge at once, swords raised high, their steps uneven with panic.

Eris meets them head-on.

She moves like a wraith.

Silent. Fluid. Fast.

And her strikes— freaking precise.

Her blade clashes against their weapons, sparks scatter into the darkness as steel collides with her mana-forged edge.

With an effortless twist of her wrist, she redirects their force—

And then—

Her blade flashes.

Cleave!

The nearest man's arm is severed at the joint.

He screams is a shrill, agonized wail.

But it lasts only a moment.

Eris drives her sword straight through his chest.

CRACK.

The sound of shattering ribs echoes through the air.

With a sharp twist, she yanks the blade free—

A sickening schlick.

Blood gushes from the wound, and the man collapses, twitching once before falling still.

The remaining two flank her, attacking from opposite sides in a desperate attempt to overwhelm her.

But—

Eris doesn't even blink.

With a another flick of her wrist—

Black chains erupt from the air around her.

Writhing, coiling, like Serpents summoned from the abyss.

One chain lashes out—

SNAP!

It coils around the legs of the man to her left.

Then—

It tightens.

CRUNCH!!!

Bones shatter.

A howl of agony splits the night.

And then, the chain lifts the man high up in the air. Higher than the tallest tree, his sihoullete black against the bright silver moon for a split second.

But the next second…

The chain slams that guy into the ground, head face down.

With the velocity of a rocket.

THWACK!

The impact splits his skull open like a ripe fruit, like how you throw a water balloon onto the cement ground and watch it burst.

The man to her right hesitates, his face filled with terror as he watches his friend body smashed into slush infront of him.

Just for an instant.

But that hesitation seals his fate.

Eris spins toward him, her blade carving upward in a savage, unstoppable arc.

The black edge catches him under the chin—

And cleaves through his skull.

SCHLICK!!!

His head splits open, flesh and bone surrendering with a wet, sickening crunch.

Blood and viscera explode outward, splattering across Eris' face.

But—

Her expression remains cold.

Unfeeling.

The remaining men stagger backward, their courage annihilated.

"FUCK!!!"

"FUCKKKKK!!!!"

"SHE'S A DEMON!!!"

"SHE'S A MONSTER!!!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!"

One of them shrieked, his voice a high-pitched wail of raw terror.

He drops his sword and bolts into the darkness without a backward glance.

But…

Eris doesn't let him leave.

FWIP!

A black chain lashes out, slicing through the air like a viper.

CRACK!

It strikes his skull, and his head explodes like a water balloon.

Blood and chunks of bone splatter across the trees, his lifeless body collapsing mid-stride.

Another man collapses to his knees, his entire body quaking.

"P-please… please don't ki—"

He doesn't get to finish.

Eris moves faster than the eye can follow, a blur of shadows and death.

Her blade sings through the air—

SHHHLT!

The next instant, his body splits apart, from his ass to the top of his head. Two perfectly cut halves.

A grotesque, butchered thing.

Blood sprays in a violent arc, his two halves collapsing like discarded scraps of meat.

Another man raises his sword, his hands trembling.

He tries to defend himself.

But—

Eris is already upon him.

With a single, fluid motion, she swings.

The strike is so fast it doesn't just sever his head, it cleaves through his weapon, too.

For a breath, his body remains standing, as if it refuses to acknowledge its own death.

Then—

It topples…

Dropping to the ground.

By now, only a handful of men remain, and they scatter like rats into the darkness.

Weapons and belongings clatter to the ground, abandoned in their blind panic.

They think they can escape.

But—

They're wrong.

Eris extends her blade to her side. black mana churns around it, twisting, writhing—

Shifting. Morphing.

The blade fractures apart. splitting into four sleek, obsidian daggers, their edges glinting like liquid shadow.

Without hesitation, she flicks her wrist.

FWISH!

The daggers shoot forward.

Faster than arrows.

Faster than thought.

The fleeing men collapse almost simultaneously.

The daggers pierce the backs of their skulls with deadly precision.

They fall in unison. their bodies crumpling like discarded marionettes.

Now—

Only one remains.

The bearded, burly man.

The one who had barked orders so confidently before.

Now. he is alone.

Eris doesn't hesitate.

A single blur. faster than blinking.

One moment, she's standing across the clearing.

The next—

Her hand clamps down on his head in an iron grip.

Looks like his sentence is passed.

BOOM!

The earth shudders as Eris slams his head into the ground with inhuman force!

The impact BURSTS HIS SKUL

Like an overripe watermelon!

Blood and brain matter explode outward, staining the dirt.

The crater left behind smolders, blackened by the remnants of her mana.

And just like that—

It's over.

Truly, utterly over.

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Meanwhile…

I stand frozen, my breath caught in my throat, as I take it all in.

Eris has annihilated them.

Every single one.

No one escaped.

No one was spared.

The scene before me is gruesome.

So. Freaking. Gruesome.

Blood pools thick on the ground, reflecting the faint moonlight like a macabre mirror.

The air is heavy—choked with the sharp, metallic tang of iron.

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It clings to my tongue with every breath, seeping into my lungs like a phantom taste of death itself.

My stomach twists violently, nausea clawing at the back of my throat, threatening to spill out right then and there.

And yet…

It's beautiful.

The way blood arced through the night—how organs spilled, how flesh gave way—

It was as though Eris was painting with their lives.

Her canvas? The dark night.

Her brushstrokes? Swift, brutal, unrelenting.

She's an artist, a painter.

And her medium… Is death.

The terror etched into the faces of her victims, the sheer desperation in their final screams before they were so abruptly silenced…

It's horrifying.

Terrifying.

Yes.

But—

It's also satisfying.

Something deep within me trembles—

Not from fear—

But from something else entirely.

I gasp for air, my chest rising and falling, struggling to process what I feel.

I should be disgusted.

I should be horrified.

I should want to turn away.

But I don't.

I can't.

Because—

I can't stop looking at her.

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Moments pass…

Though they feel like an eternity, the park falls silent.

The chaos, the screams, the blood-soaked carnage—all swallowed by the whisper of leaves.

The wind stirs, carrying the metallic tang of blood, thick and suffocating, curling into my lungs like a phantom presence.

And then, Eris turns to me.

Her glowing eyes are still ablaze, blood drips from her face in slow, deliberate trails, streaking her skin like war paint.

She smirks.

It's faint—barely a curl of her lips.