The SSS class adventurer is a divine cleric-Chapter 70: Finally free

Ashmane’s tails became whips of annihilation, wreathed in hurricane-force winds that cracked through the air like the lash of a vengeful god.

The impact struck Alira with the force of a falling star, launching her backward in a violent pirouette of broken momentum.

Her bones rattled like dice in a cup, her ribs screaming as blood exploded from her lips in a crimson mist, painting the battlefield as she tumbled end over end.

She wrenched herself to a stop, knee grinding through dirt and stone, her mouth overflowing with the hot, metallic tang of blood.

The beast advanced.

Each step sundered the earth, sending shockwaves through the ruined landscape. Lightning danced between its fangs, a storm trapped in teeth, while fire rippled down its spine like molten armor, dripping embers that burned craters into the ground.

Its growl wasn’t just sound.

It vibrated in her teeth, hummed in her skull, a subsonic threat that made her very organs tremble.

Her hands shook.

Her pulse was a war drum, pounding so loud it drowned the world.

Then the voice came back, this time more sinister.

It unspooled a memory, long buried, now dragged into the light like a corpse from a grave.

Imitating her mother’s voice, clear as dawn, sharp as a knife:

"The blade that guards must also pierce. Love and strength are not separate." A pause, the words weighted on Alira as if her mother were right beside her.

The voice continued "Alira are you listening? They are the same. Protect what matters, but never forget to strike."

But she had struck. She had fought.

Every monster, every horror, every nightmare, she’d sliced, dodged, bled.

Yet against this beast, her nemesis, who took everything from her.

She was still too weak to go up against it.

Her eyes snapped open. Slowly, agonizingly, she rose. "Let’s end this."

Her grip on the daggers tightened, knuckles bleaching white, tendons standing in stark relief, until the hilts groaned in protest.

Ashmane lunged.

And she met it mid-air.

Claws raked her shoulder bones shattered, muscle tore open, but her blades ignited, sheathed in an eerie, otherworldly glow.

She unleashed her strongest technique.

<Oblivion Nail>

A strike that pierced space and time itself.

A wound the flesh could not remember how to heal.

A direct strike to the soul.

She vanished, not just her body, but her very essence, her daggers dissolving with her into a single, lethal thought.

And reappeared beside the beast, behind its eye, suspended in the air like a specter of death, her dagger already plunging toward its skull.

The world screamed.

Her black blade buried itself to the hilt in Ashmane’s goldeneye, sinking deep, twisting, severing whatever she could.

The beast’s howl shook the heavens, split the earth, a sound so profound it bent space for a single, suspended second.

Lightning erupted in a mad spiral, tails lashing with uncontrolled fury, slicing mountains in half, shearing the sky, the space tore up like wounds, fissures appearing everywhere.

The impact launched Alira through the air like a ragdoll, limbs flailing, bones rattling, she smashed into the crumbling wall of a ruined tower with the wet, visceral thud of a water-filled balloon hitting concrete.

CRACK!

Stone shattered. Dust exploded.

For one suspended moment, her body clung to the fractured wall, a grotesque human stain of blood and broken flesh, before gravity peeled her away. A thick, crimson trail painted the ruins in her wake as she slid downward, her body leaving a glistening streak of gore on the weathered stone.

Her vision flickered, darkness gnawing at the edges, as the world blurred into a haze of pain and distant, echoing roars. Ashmane’s thrashing form loomed somewhere beyond, its enraged bellows shaking the battlefield.

But the fear that speared through her chest like a frozen dagger wasn’t from the beast.

Neither was it from dying nor was it from failing to avenge her parents.

It was the thing crawling toward her from the shadows.

A corpse.

Her mother’s corpse to be exact.

Thalia’s once-elegant features were a ruin of blisters and charred flesh, her skin split like overcooked leather. Yet she moved, unnatural, jerking and dragging herself forward on broken fingers. Her jaw unhinged, lips stretching into a smile too wide, too many teeth, splitting her face like a grotesque wound.

Then the voice came again, but it wasn’t speaking from her mind this time.

It spilled from her mother’s rotting throat, wet and guttural, bubbling with blood. The corpse’s hand—blackened, skeletal—reached for her.

"MURDERER!."

The voice grew louder as the corpse drew nearer. And at last the voice appeared just beside her ears in a low giggles. "Come my child, sleep. Sleep for eternity."

Alira’s breath vanished. Her consciousness disappeared into the dark unknown.

Ashmane roared once again and this time it was truly angry, there was no playfulness in his eyes, just frightening growls and snares full of murderous killing intent.

For one moment Its giant body blurred and in the next moment it clawed down at Alira tearing her to pieces in an instant but there was no joy in its eyes, just puzzlements and wariness.

Then without a warning it releases a strong pulse of lighting covering the entire area.

"Hahahahahahaha....." a maniacal laugh echoed into the wasteland. "Not bad kitty, not bad."

It was Alira, to be more precise just the shell, her body controlled by another, the evil spirit. She turned her head towards the empty sky and whispered to herself. "Seems you have noticed my presence, the kitty was too much for the little girl after all."

Ashmane growled and charged a ball of energy crackling with all three elements he had. Aiming at Alira. And before Ashmane could release it.

Ethereal dark chains shot up from the ground locking it in place.

Alira smiled pointing a finger at Ashmane."Tch tch tch kitty, if you were the real one I might have fled but you’re just an imitation."

Then she swiped down her finger and in the next moment Ashmane splitted in half.

Power surged and golden light engulfed her.

Then the system cold mechanical voice echoed again

Rewards:

Passive skill: [Echo Wound] - Strikes linger in the wound, dealing delayed true damage

Active.skill : [Midnight Verdict] - Next attack after the skill activation cannot be dodged or blocked

Unique Trait: [Phantom Retaliation] - Taking critical damage briefly phases you out of reality

The evil spirit didn’t even pay a heed to the system announcement.

It just laughed maniacally and an evil grin spread across its face.

"FINALLY I’M FREE!"

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