I Got Reincarnated As The Ntr Protagonist In An Online Game-Chapter 52: Bloodlust

Eira reached the room, her heart pounding in her chest. The air was thick with the acrid smell of smoke and blood. As her eyes scanned the wrecked space, she froze when she saw Junior lying on the floor, motionless. Her breath caught, and she rushed forward, calling out in desperation.

"Your Majesty!"

But before her voice could echo, a sharp creaking noise cut through the tension like a blade. She spun around, her hand instinctively moving to the hilt of her sword. Her eyes widened as she saw Serah stepping out of the shadows, her expression unnervingly calm. She dragged Junior’s sword across the ground, the metal screeching against the floor. Sparks danced in her wake, the sound a cruel mockery of what was to come.

Eira’s eyes darted between Serah and Junior, her mind racing. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could say anything, Serah raised the sword high above her head, its edge gleaming ominously in the dim light. Her intent was clear.

"No!" Eira screamed, panic overtaking her as she lunged forward.

But in the next heartbeat, she wasn’t where she had been. She vanished, her movement so fast it was as if she had blinked out of existence. When the sword came down, it struck the empty floor with a deafening "clang". The sound reverberated through the room, shaking the walls and throwing up shards of stone.

Serah blinked in confusion, her triumphant expression faltering. She looked down at the floor where Junior’s body had been moments before. It was empty.

"What—" Serah’s words caught in her throat as she turned her head. Her eyes locked onto Eira, who now stood several feet away, holding Junior in her arms like a shielded treasure. Eira’s body trembled with fury, her muscles taut, her face a mask of unbridled rage.

"You..." Eira growled, her voice low and guttural, almost unrecognizable.

The sheer force of her bloodlust flooded the room, suffocating and oppressive. Serah staggered under the weight of it, her knees trembling as a primal fear clawed at her chest.

Eira took a step forward, her sword now drawn and gleaming with deadly intent. "I will kill you," she said, her voice seething with fury.

Eira’s glare was as cold as ice as she fixed her gaze on Serah. Her grip tightened around Junior’s unconscious body, her movements deliberate and steady. Serah sneered, raising her blade.

"I’d love to see you try," Serah said, her tone laced with venom.

Eira didn’t respond. She began walking toward the edge of the room, her steps calm and measured. The sound of her boots clicking against the stone floor was the only thing that broke the tense silence.

Serah frowned, her grip tightening on the sword. "Where are you going?" she demanded, her voice rising with irritation. "I thought you said you wanted to kill me! Don’t tell me you’re already backing down."

Still, Eira didn’t say a word. Her silence seemed to enrage Serah further, her eyes narrowing as she watched Eira move to the far end of the room. Once there, Eira gently lowered Junior, placing his head carefully against the wall. Her movements were almost tender, a stark contrast to the fury that burned in her eyes moments ago.

Eira knelt beside him, brushing a hand over his hair as she spoke softly. "I’m sorry, young master," she said, her voice filled with sorrow. "If only I had come earlier... you wouldn’t have been hurt." Her gaze hardened, her tone turning sharp as she continued, "But don’t worry. I’ll make sure she doesn’t die too quickly."

The last word hadn’t fully left her lips before an overwhelming wave of bloodlust filled the room. It was like a tangible force, pressing down on everything and everyone. The temperature seemed to drop, and the air grew heavy, suffocating.

Far away, Merlin and Zyrith both felt the oppressive aura instantly.

Zyrith’s body froze, her breathing shallow as an icy chill ran down her spine. She trembled uncontrollably, unable to form words. Her lips quivered, but no sound escaped her.

Merlin, on the other hand, let out a low whistle, a smirk curling his lips. "So, she’s decided to take this seriously," he mused, his tone light but tinged with respect. "Glad I’m not on the receiving end of that bloodlust. Poor Serah."

Back in the room, Serah felt the oppressive aura but instead of fear, a wicked grin spread across her face. "Now this won’t be boring," she said, her voice brimming with excitement. "Please, entertain me, Eira!"

Without waiting for a reply, Serah lunged forward, her speed blinding. She struck at Eira from multiple angles, her movements so fast they left afterimages around the room. The sound of steel hitting flesh echoed repeatedly as Serah’s blade landed blow after blow.

Eira stood still, her expression unchanging as she tanked the strikes, her body barely flinching with each hit. Serah gritted her teeth, increasing the speed and ferocity of her attacks. Her blade slashed at Eira’s arms, legs, and torso, but it was as though she were attacking an immovable wall.

Eira’s eyes flickered with patience. In one fluid motion, she gripped her sword and swung it through the air with a single, decisive strike.

The chaos stopped.

Serah’s afterimages vanished as the real Serah stumbled to a halt, clutching her face. A thin line of blood trickled down her cheek, tracing the path of the cut Eira had left.

Serah’s eyes widened in disbelief before narrowing in fury. "My beautiful face..." she hissed, her voice trembling with rage. Her hand trembled as she wiped the blood away, glaring at Eira with pure hatred.

Eira tilted her head slightly, her gaze calm and almost mocking. "That’s just the beginning," she said coldly.

"I’ll kill you!" Serah screamed, her voice shrill with anger. She disappeared into the shadows, her form melting into the darkness of the room.

Eira stood still, her eyes scanning the room, her senses sharp. "Hiding in the shadows?" she called out, her tone taunting. "Fitting for a coward like you." fгeewebnovёl.com