As they moved in tandem, Asher quickly realized that Hillary’s speed was escalating with each passing moment, his rapier flashing like fleeting bolts of silver. The rhythm of their exchange, once measured, had abruptly shifted without warning, as if the battle had taken on a tempo of its own.
In a blink, Hillary’s rapier darted forward. Asher’s instincts flared, he moved to intercept, but his blade met nothing but air. The strike had already come and gone, too swift to track.
Then came the sting. Steel met flesh in a single, seamless motion, clean and sharp, like a knife sliding through butter.
A fresh gash split open across Asher’s skin, but he didn’t so much as flinch. After enduring countless wounds over the past five hours, his body had grown numb to pain.
But Virelass responded without hesitation, the sentient weapon pulsed once, and the torn flesh stitched itself shut as though it had never been touched.
But Hillary remained undeterred, he had anticipated Asher’s regenerative ability. What he didn’t fully understand, however, was the extent of Virelass’s healing. Still, he had a theory.
In all the time Asher had clashed with various assassins, he had never sustained damage to a vital organ, for example something as delicate as the eye. Perhaps it was because Virelass couldn’t mend what required absolute efficiency.
With that possibility in mind, Hillary’s posture shifted. In a single, fluid transition, his attacks grew savage and ferocious. Then, like a lightning bolt rending the heavens, the tip of his rapier shot forward, aimed directly for Asher’s eye.
Asher watched the rapier streak toward him, the glint of its edge mere centimetres from his eye. There was no time to raise Virelass, no room for parrying. His head snapped to the side in the last instant, narrowly evading the fatal thrust.
A thunderous boom followed, the wind exploding against his eardrums like a concussive wave. His sense of balance wavered, thrown into disarray by the sudden pressure.
Hillary didn’t hesitate. In a heartbeat, he exploited the opening, his leg lashed out like a whip, driven by brutal momentum and flawless timing.
Before Asher could regain his footing, a piercing ring surged through his skull, throwing his senses into chaos. In that instant of vulnerability, a powerful force struck his ankles with maddening precision.
He didn’t even have time to blink, gravity seized him like a predator, dragging him downward with merciless intent.
He crashed into the earth with a resounding heavy thud, the impact rippling out as cracks spiderwebbed beneath him. But even within that fleeting heartbeat, Asher’s mind recalibrated. Instinct and battle-hardened reflexes surged back to life.
As clarity returned, so did the brutal reality, he turned just in time to see a rapier thrust screaming toward him.
Instinctive Adaptation flared to life once more. Asher rolled to the side in a blur of motion, a frantic dodge that shifted seamlessly into a light, graceful somersault. He landed on his feet with feline poise, rising like a shadow reborn.
A heartbeat later, Hillary’s rapier pierced the spot Asher had just vacated. The ground erupted violently, the thrust detonated with such force that it carved a gaping crater, as though the very abyss had opened its jaws to swallow the world.
Agonizing pain surged through Asher’s frame, his ankle had swollen grotesquely, ribs cracked beneath the skin, and scattered fractures screamed with every movement. The impact had been nothing short of brutal.
But Virelass was already at work.
She needed no command, no spoken plea. The moment pain bloomed, she responded, an extension of Asher himself. Bound to him by more than will, she pulsed with silent purpose, mending torn flesh and shattered bone with instinctive accuracy.
Hillary rose to his feet in a single, fluid motion, his presence now dangerously sharp. His head turned toward Asher, and for a moment, his obsidian eyes looked almost inhuman, like twin voids housing demons.
He began to walk forward with measured, deliberate steps, yet with each stride, the air thickened, as though the very atmosphere strained under the pressure of his intent.
Then, just as his foot hovered above the earth to complete another step, he vanished. Not with speed, but with silence. It was as though reality itself had erased him from existence in that instant.
Asher’s eyes widened, instincts screaming in alarm. He sensed it, a presence blooming behind him like death incarnate. A heartbeat too late, and a rapier was already there, lunging toward his spine like a phantom’s dagger in the night.
’Movement Technique,’ Asher thought, the thought echoing through his mind as Omni Perception illuminated everything around him with perfect clarity.
Astra surged through his specialized veins, igniting like a storm within his body and multiplying his speed in an instant. With explosive force, Asher shot to the side, his body a blur. He evaded the fatal thrust at the very last moment, but not without cost.
The rapier grazed his back, tearing through flesh once more, yet even as blood splashed, the wound was already sealing shut, Virelass mending him with unwavering precision.
Without pause, Asher launched backward, his movement a controlled explosion of speed. Virelass gleamed in his hand as he shot upward, vaulting onto a bent, crooked tree.
He landed with feline balance, body coiled and perfect atop the unstable perch.
Hillary was right behind him, silent. Like a phantom, he surged up the same bent tree, his black eyes locked onto Asher with unblinking gaze. He caught the slightest twitch, Asher’s left hand moving toward his back.
A flicker of insight sparked.
Asher’s hand dove into a pouch he’d taken from one of the fallen assassins. In a single sweeping motion, he hurled a volley of throwing needles, each one laced with explosive force as he surged backwards.
But Hillary didn’t hesitate, he dove headfirst into the storm of needles without so much as a blink. As they closed in, his arm rose in a blur. With calculated motion, he angled his vambrace, deflecting each projectile mid-flight. Sparks danced across his frame, but none pierced him.
He closed the distance in a breath, his rapier thrusting toward Asher’s throat with unnerving lethality, a strike so cold and calculated it bordered on the mind of a killer.
But Asher was already there.
He met the attack with one of his own, Virelass roaring forward in a mirrored thrust. The clash was instant, a collision of power and technique.
The resulting shockwave shattered the warped tree beneath their feet, splinters and bark bursting into the air like shrapnel.
Gravity took hold, and both fighters plummeted from the sky. Yet even in free fall, the battle didn’t stop, their weapons danced midair, strikes and counters flashing with terrifying speed as the world blurred around them.
Thrust met thrust.
Slash collided with parry.
Feints were answered with razor-sharp deflections.
Slice clashed against slice, steel singing in the air.
The shattered remnants of wood fell with them, only to be torn into dust by the fury of their exchange. These were not mere warriors, they were two forces chasing death, unforgiving and absolute.
Then — impact.
With a thunderous crash, their feet struck the earth, the ground trembling beneath them. Dust flared outward like ripples across water, but neither staggered. Their stances held firm, unshaken, eyes locked. In that moment, nothing else in the world existed, only the one standing before them.
And then, as if in perfect synchrony, it came.
A surge of purple lightning crackled across the battlefield, snaking around Asher’s frame like a living storm. It danced across his body, casting his figure in flashes of violent brilliance, raw power crackling with each breath he took.
At the same time, searing crimson flames erupted around Hillary, blazing to life with a regal fury. They wrapped his form in fire, casting him in a knightly silhouette, upright, composed, and deadly, the embodiment of controlled destruction.
As though fate itself had sounded an unseen signal, they moved.
Both figures vanished, blurring from sight in titanic bursts of speed. Space rippled in their wake as gods clashed beneath the sky.
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AUTHOR’S NOTE:
LET THE WORLD BURN UNDER PEAK ACTION