Harem Sync: Divine Edition-Chapter 49: The Broken Battle

Kira attacked swiftly, taking advantage of the moment of transformation, her body moving at a speed that left trails of orange aura in the air. She combined attacks, aiming to exploit Vorath’s openings.

But Vorath defended even more easily than before, as if her increased speed had only made her movements more predictable for him. He blocked with his arm, dodged by tilting his body, always using his sword as a shield at the right angle.

He delivered a heavy kick to her chest.

Kira was trampled, her body sliding across the grass for five meters, leaving a furrow in the earth.

But when she staggered to her feet... she was smiling.

Blood on her teeth, heavy breathing, but smiling because she had succeeded. Claws had pierced his defense and torn Vorath’s face, three deep lines cutting from his left eye to his jaw, exposed bone glistening faintly in the darkness of the arena. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Vorath only noticed the attack afterward, stopped, brought his left hand to his face, touching the cuts, then looked at his fingers stained with something dark that wasn’t blood but corrupted energy leaking out.

He slowly lowered his hand and positioned himself, gripping the colossal sword with both hands, his body turning sideways into a true fighting stance for the first time in the fight.

When Kira tried to advance again, Vorath was already in front of her.

He hadn’t moved, he simply was, as if he had crossed the space between them instantly.

The sword was bathed in an overwhelming aura that distorted the air around them, black and red energy pulsing in waves that pressed down with physical weight.

Kira froze.

Not by choice, but by primal fear that locked all her muscles at once, her body recognizing a predator so superior that fighting was useless.

"Move!" she screamed to herself inside her head, forcing her muscles to obey against all instinct. She jumped to the side at the last second before the sword descended.

But Vorath was already there, having moved before she finished her movement, the sword coming again.

She jumped to the other side; he was already waiting.

And so it went, short teleports that made no sound, Vorath always appearing where she would be half a second before she arrived, the sword cutting through the air leaving trails of dark energy that took seconds to dissipate.

They became beams of light and shadow fighting across the arena, Kira’s bright orange zigzagging desperately, Vorath’s deep black appearing and disappearing in unpredictable patterns.

Ten seconds of pure speed that tore through much of the arena floor, craters forming where they struck.

Then Vorath delivered a horizontal strike with both hands, all the aura concentrated in the blade forming a wave of cutting energy that extended three meters beyond the metal.

Kira couldn’t dodge; she was in the air, a vulnerable moment, and the blow covered too large an area.

All her aura concentrated in her left forearm in an instant, orange flames solidifying into a translucent shield.

She defended.

And was thrown by the impact.

She flew backward, spinning uncontrollably in the air, hitting a wall of shadow Vorath made behind her, which absorbed part of the impact but still sent her ricocheting to the ground, rolling another ten meters before finally stopping motionless.

Vorath stood where he was, sword lowered, watching her fall without moving.

Waiting.

Not impatiently, but respectfully, giving her time to get up because a worthy warrior deserved a chance to die standing.

Five seconds.

Ten.

Kira moved.

Her hands dug into the ground, pushing her body upwards with visible tremors in her arms, blood dripping from her mouth forming a small puddle beneath.

The orange aura that had almost faded on impact slowly returned, faint flames rising up her arms and back, and finally she managed to stand, unsteady but upright.

She looked at her left palm.

There was a spiral-shaped symbol on her skin, glowing light orange. As she watched, the symbol began to slowly shrink in size.

She sighed... "So that’s how it will be."

She looked at Vorath, who remained standing, waiting.

She took a deep breath. The two tails swayed slowly behind her.

"It’s not over yet."

Vorath forcefully plunged his sword into the ground, the blade piercing the earth and sending a wave of dark energy explosion rushing across the ground in a straight line towards Kira, tearing the earth and lifting stones in its path.

Kira leaped to the side, dodging by centimeters, but before landing another wave was already coming from a different angle.

She leaped again, another wave coming. And another. And another.

Vorath slammed his sword into the ground in rapid succession, creating a pattern of explosive waves that blocked all paths, forcing Kira to constantly jump while still running towards him, using the waves themselves as platforms when she jumped at the right time.

She finally reached Vorath, falling quickly from above as if she had propelled herself into the air even without a surface to push off from, her claws extended, aiming at his face again.

She scratched, three lines crossing those she had already made before.

Well... it seemed so. But it was an afterimage.

Vorath had already appeared behind her as the body she attacked dissolved into shadow, sword raised, poised to clear her with a horizontal slash that covered an area impossible to dodge in mid-air...

A bright red light arrived from the side, deflecting Vorath’s sword with an impact that sent sparks flying in all directions.

Explosion.

A wave of red fire mixed with dark energy detonated between the two weapons, Vorath recoiling three steps despite his weight and size, and Kira being pushed to the opposite side, landing on her feet.

It was Isabela.

Standing between Kira and Vorath, her sword ablaze with flames rising up the blade to the guard, she wore torn and dirty clothes but maintained the firm posture of someone who had just entered the fight.

She extended her free hand behind her without looking.

Kira high-fived her, smiling even with blood on her teeth.

"You took your time, redhead."

"Still holding on?" Isabela asked back, her eyes fixed on Vorath, who was already repositioning himself.

Kira looked at her own hand where the spiral symbol continued to slowly shrink, its glow growing weaker with each passing second, and this brought something back to her face, a memory of when the master had explained about evolutions.

"Evolutions consume vitality..."

Isabela turned her head slightly, waiting for an answer, noticing the hesitation.

Kira looked at Vorath, then back at Isabela.

She smiled.

"I’ve only just begun."

The two tails swayed with renewed confidence, an orange aura expanding around her entire body again despite the injuries, and she positioned herself beside Isabela, forming a front line.

Vorath observed the two, nodding with genuine interest. He raised his sword again, dark energy pulsing stronger than before.

"Come together... or die separately."