Chapter 87
BOOM—
The sanctuary shook again.
Stone collapsed from the ceiling.
Dust swallowed entire sections of the battlefield.
And at the center of it all—
The Lord walked forward.
Slowly.
Relentlessly.
Like nothing before him could stop what was coming.
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Guinevere moved first.
SHHHK—
Her body vanished into a streak of blue light.
Fast.
Direct.
Her blade cut toward the Lord's neck.
Not a test.
Not a distraction.
A killing strike.
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CLANG—
The Sword of War intercepted instantly.
Sparks exploded.
The impact shattered the ground beneath them.
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Guinevere twisted her body mid-air.
Her knee shot toward his ribs.
THUD—
A clean hit.
But the Lord barely moved.
His hand shot forward.
Fast.
Far faster than before.
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GRAB—
His fingers closed around her wrist.
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Guinevere's eyes widened.
"...!"
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The next moment—
BOOM—
He slammed her into the ground.
Stone exploded beneath her body.
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Before she could recover—
BOOM—
He slammed her again.
Harder.
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CRACK—
The floor shattered.
Dust erupted upward.
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Princess's eyes widened.
Princess: "GUINEVERE!!!!"
chirs:Commander!!
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But Guinevere was already moving.
Rolling.
Escaping.
Using the impact itself to regain distance.
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Blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.
Yet a grin still appeared.
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Guinevere: "...That all you've got?"
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The Lord stared.
Unamused.
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Then Chris arrived.
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"HEY!"
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Chris came from above.
Jumping from pillar to pillar.
Never attacking from a straight line.
Never giving a clear angle.
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His sword flashed.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
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SLASH—
SLASH—
SLASH—
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Each strike aimed somewhere different.
Shoulder.
neck.
Leg.
Hand.
The Lord actually turned.
Actually blocked.
Actually adjusted.
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Chris smirked.
Chris: "Got you."
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Princess appeared instantly.
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BOOM—
Green aura erupted.
Her sword came down from above.
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CLANG—
The Lord raised the Sword of War.
Barely in time.
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The impact created a shockwave that ripped through nearby rubble.
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Princess pushed harder.
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Princess: "Move!"
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Chris attacked low.
Guinevere attacked high.
Princess pressured from the front.
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Three directions.
Three timings.
Three completely different ways of fighting .
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For the first time—
The Lord took a step backward.
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Chris grinned.
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Then—
The Lord disappeared.
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Chris's smile vanished.
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"...What?"
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BOOM—
Something grabbed his face.
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The world flipped.
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THUUUUD—
Chris crashed into the ground.
Hard.
The impact knocked the air from his lungs.
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Before he could react—
BOOM—
Again.
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The Lord lifted him.
Then slammed him back down.
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Stone exploded.
Blood sprayed.
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Chris coughed violently.
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The Lord didn't stop.
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BOOM—
Another impact.
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BOOM—
Another.
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BOOM—
Another.
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Like pure frustration.
Like all the grief.
All the rage.
All the loss.
Needed somewhere to go.
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Princess rushed forward.
Princess: "STOP!"
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Too late.
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CRAAASH—
Chris's head smashed against a broken stone pillar.
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Once.
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Twice.
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Three times.
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The pillar cracked.
Blood ran down the side of Chris's face.
One eye swelling shut instantly.
Half his face covered red.
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His sword slipped from his hand.
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The Lord released him.
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Chris collapsed.
Motionless.
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Princess froze.
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Princess: "...Chris?"
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No response.
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The battlefield felt colder.
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Guinevere's expression darkened.
Blue aura started exploded around her.
Violent.
Sharp.
Dangerous.
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BOOOOM—
She launched herself forward.
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Her blade became a storm.
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CLANG—
CLANG—
CLANG—
CLANG—
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No pauses.
No wasted movement.
Every strike connected into the next.
A continuous chain of attacks.
Like flowing water.
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The Lord blocked.
Redirected.
Adjusted.
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But Guinevere kept changing angles.
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Elbow.
Kick.
Sword.
Shoulder.
Blade again.
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Pressure.
Constant pressure.
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The sanctuary shook beneath every collision.
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Then—
The Lord saw the opening.
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A tiny one.
Barely there.
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Enough.
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GRAB—
His hand caught her arm.
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Guinevere's eyes widened.
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The Lord twisted.
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CRACK—
Pain shot through her shoulder.
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Before she could recover—
He threw her.
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BOOM—
Her body crashed through a stone pillar.
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The pillar shattered instantly.
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Guinevere hit the ground.
Rolled.
Forced herself up.
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Then—
The Lord was already there.
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Too fast.
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His hand grabbed her wrist.
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And slammed it against another pillar.
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CRAAACK—
Stone exploded.
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Guinevere gasped.
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The sound was horrible.
Not broken.
Not yet.
But close.
Far too close.
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Pain shot through her arm.
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The Lord pushed harder.
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CRACK—
More fractures spread through the pillar.
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Guinevere gritted her teeth.
Refusing to scream.
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Lord: "...Persistent."
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Guinevere glared.
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Guinevere: "...Still standing."
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The Lord's eyes narrowed.
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Then he threw her away.
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BOOM—
She crashed across the battlefield.
Skipping across broken stone.
Finally stopping near unconscious Chris.
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For several seconds—
She didn't move.
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Princess looked between them.
Chris.
Guinevere.
Vendetta.
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Everyone was falling.
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Everyone.
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And the Lord kept walking.
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Step.
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Step.
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Step.
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Toward her.
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The Sword of War dragged lightly across shattered stone.
Sending sparks behind it.
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The sound echoed through the sanctuary.
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Princess tightened her grip.
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Her breathing slowed.
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Fear remained.
But something else stood beside it now.
Resolve.
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Lord: "...You still intend to fight?"
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Princess raised her sword.
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Princess: "...Yes."
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The Lord stopped.
Only a few meters away.
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Lord: "...Even after seeing this?"
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His gaze briefly shifted toward the others.
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Vendetta.
Chris.
Guinevere.
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Princess followed his gaze.
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Then looked back.
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Princess: "...Especially after seeing this."
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Silence.
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The Lord stared at her.
Longer than before.
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Something unreadable flickered in his eyes.
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Then slowly—
He raised the Sword of War.
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Purple energy crawled along the blade.
The sanctuary trembled.
The air screamed.
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And for the first time—
Princess felt it.
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Not anger.
Not hatred.
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Grief.
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Ancient.
Endless.
Crushing.
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Lord: "...Then show me."
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The sword pointed toward her.
...CHAPTER 87 ENDS...