Chapter 409 Alvara's Madness [1]

Chapter 409 Alvara's Madness [1]

"What's happening?" Roda asked, her voice tinged with confusion as she scanned the faces around her.

Like her, several students were puzzled, their eyes darting between Cylien and Alvara. The sudden disappearance of Alvara's plants seemed to signal Cylien's victory, didn't it? Yet, the atmosphere in the arena was anything but celebratory.

Sephira, who should have been elated, looked as if she might faint at any moment, her face drained of all color. Even Dentiel Elaryon, usually composed, wore a deeply troubled expression.

"I—I think we should stop the fight!" Celeste's voice broke the tense silence.

"Are you stupid?" Cyril's sharp retort made her spin around to face him. A twisted smile spread across his lips, his crimson eyes glowing with a disturbing excitement. "It's finally getting interesting, and you want to stop it?"

Cyril's gaze was fixated on Alvara's slumped figure, the moment she had let go of her umbrella sparking a newfound thrill in him. Until now, he had been indifferent, but this shift in Alvara's demeanor seemed to have ignited his morbid curiosity.

Celeste, disregarding Cyril's sadistic glee, tried to reach out to Gamir, hoping he would intervene. But Gamir's focus was locked onto Alvara.

"Why are you so tense, Senior?" Roda turned to Victor, noticing his unease. His expression mirrored that of the others who seemed to understand something.

Roda was only a first-year student, her knowledge of Alvara was clearly limited to what she had overheard. Alvara was a genius that much, everyone knew. Allen, among many others, spoke of his sister with a reverence that bordered on worship. To the people of the Teraquins Kingdom, Alvara was practically a living Goddess. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"It's Alvara," Victor murmured, his voice barely audible. "I've rarely seen her like this... The last time was during her fight with Elizabeth last year..." His gaze shifted to Elizabeth, who was watching Alvara with an unreadable expression.

"Senior Elizabeth and Senior Alvara fought last year? Who won?" Roda asked, utterly curious.

"No one," Amelia replied with an awkward smile. "If they had continued, one of them would have surely died. Connor stopped them at the last moment."

"You mean Senior Amael's older brother?" Roda asked, glancing at Edward, who stood nearby, his brow furrowed as he watched the match unfold.

"Yes," Amelia confirmed, nodding. "It was around that time that Elizabeth's condition worsened, and Connor started spending more time with her. He helped her a lot, if I remember correctly, right?" She looked to Victor for confirmation, who nodded before turning to Selene.

"Yes... he helped my sister," Selene nodded. "He tried to help Alvara too, but..." She shook her head slowly. "She didn't even let him approach him. She's beyond redemption."

'Beyond redemption huh? Can't argue if even Selene says that?' Edward thought.

Cylien quickly sprang to her feet. The match was far from over—she could feel it in the air, the tension thickening around her. The memory of Alvara's fight with Elizabeth lingered, but this was different. This Alvara was different.

Suddenly, a golden aura began to radiate from Alvara's body, pulsing with a strange intensity. Her gaze briefly flickered to the umbrella lying on the ground before she turned on her heels, her posture rigid and controlled.

The pristine white blouse and skirt she wore, tailored perfectly to her form, were now tarnished with dirt and blood. Her once-immaculate arm gloves were similarly marred. But the most striking change was in her eyes—where once they had been a vivid greenish-yellow, they now glowed with an eerie gold light. Despite the brightness, her eyes held no emotion, just an empty, unsettling calm.

Alvara raised a hand before her, and the ring on her finger gleamed with a golden light. The air around her seemed to ripple as something began to materialize. In moments, it enlarged and solidified into a long, beautiful sword. Its blade shimmered with silver and gold hues, and the hilt was intricately wrapped with delicate, living plants.

Alvara wiped the blood from her own cheek with a look of utter contempt. "How dare you make me bleed. A single drop of my blood is worth more than all the filthy sub-races of this world combined."

Cylien's breath came in ragged gasps as she struggled against the excruciating pain. "Ughhhn!"

Alvara clicked her tongue in disgust as she stepped back, eyeing her now-bloodstained shoes. "I even sullied my shoes."

Despite the unbearable pain, Cylien forced herself to stand, using her sword as an anchor to keep from collapsing. Her legs shook violently, but she remained defiant, her eyes locked onto Alvara.

"You have awakened, yet you seem uglier than ever, Cylien, hah?" Alvara laughed mockingly, pointing her sword at Cylien. "I will show you a realm of strength that sub-elves like you could only dream of reaching. I am a Goddess compared to you. Beg me and plead, and I might just spare your worthless life."

"It's... not over!" Cylien gritted her teeth, grasping her sword with both hands as she faced Alvara head-on.

"Hah?" Alvara arched an eyebrow, her face twisting in revulsion at Cylien's stubborn defiance.

A torrent of mana began to swirl around Alvara, taking on a golden hue that seemed almost divine in its intensity.

"W-What's happening?" Roda's voice quivered with fear as she felt a shiver run down her spine.

"It's Alvara's Unique Bloodline," Elizabeth explained.

"Unique bloodline?" Roda echoed, struggling to comprehend.

"Alvara, like all Teraquins, inherited the Bloodline of Freyja, their Goddess," Elizabeth continued, her eyes fixed on the terrifying scene unfolding before them. "But Alvara was given more than just that at birth. Freyja bestowed upon her a direct bloodline—her own blood."

"She's basically a Half-Goddess," Elizabeth added, closing her eyes as if to shut out the inevitable.

"Professor! Stop the match!" Victor shouted urgently, knowing all too well what was about to happen.

Gamir hesitated, clearly torn, but he took a step forward. "The match is over, Alvara—"

"Shut your disgusting voice," Alvara cut him off, raising her free hand toward Gamir.

-BOOM!

Gamir's body was flung across the arena, slamming into the wall with bone-crushing force. The spectators watched in horror as thorny vines sprouted out and wrapped around his limbs, drawing blood and rendering him unconscious.

"Alvara!" Rodolf leaped into the arena. "Release her now."

"Oh my, of course," Alvara giggled, her voice laced with a sickening sweetness. "I will release her from her weak existence."

-BOOOOOOM!