Chapter 137 - The Glory Days of the Queens of Ice and Death

About a...millennia? Give or a take a couple centuries ago....

One fine summer morning at the Heavenly Garden Academy, a beautiful ice maji with sharp eyes was currently hovering and cultivating in the middle of what appeared to be a glacier floating in the middle of a pond filled with water that was far below the subzero temperature. This ice pond was one of the academy's special aether points.

To help stimulate the growth of their students, the academy had painstakingly set up several magical formations that gathered, condensed and changed the affinity of both atmospheric and ground aether into the affinity of the formation. Depending on the complexity and strength of the formation, these formations can vary in strength, ranging from Bronze grade (the weakest) to Diamond grade (the strongest)...like a certain strength scale used in the future.

However,just because a stronger formation can provide stronger aether doesn't mean anyone can use it. If someone without sufficient ability try to use a formation beyond their means, the results can be... destructive.

The maji in question was currently making use of a low tier Diamond grade ice affinity formation in order to cultivate the "Divine True Ice Mantra". This high level technique required the user to immerse themselves in the coldest possible ice and absolute silence, in order to -"VOXEA"! Or you know, someone interrupts the exposition dump.

The young ice maji named Voxea let out a sigh as she stopped cultivating and landed back on the ground. Turning her head to the source, she opened her sharp blue eyes and saw a black dot flying towards her from the horizon.

"VOXEA ALBATHORN!", a powerful voice called out to the maji, right before the owner of said voice landed near the pond in a manner so powerful it kicked up a cloud of dust. When the dust settled, a distinctly purple toad-like majimonster known as a Nethercroak with a maji on its back appeared in the center of the newly impacted crater.

"What do you want Belladonna?", Voxea asked in an annoyed tone and a look on her face that screamed "Why are you here again"?!

After the question was asked, the maji on the Nethercroak's back jumped through the air with a flip and landed in front of Voxea.

Belladonna was a beautiful curvaceous young woman with raven black hair, purple eyes and a general aura of knowing she's hot and will make use of it. Normally, her smile could steal over a hundred hearts at once, but right now, it was a sneer to match her angry eyes.

"You know why I'm here! You humiliated me at the tournament last week, and I am here to reclaim my honor!", she yelled in a justified tone, "And so I challenge you to a duel, once more"!

"...Fine. I can take a few minutes out of my day to pound you into dust again. When and where?", Voxea replied haughtily.

"Now and here", Belladonna said as she swung a purple glowing staff at her head.

What she didn't expect was that Voxea had a platinum grade ice mirror ready to go. What followed was a massive explosion of cold and poison energy.

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One lovely autumn afternoon, a lovely pair of young maji women were currently panting out of exhaustion after attempting to rip out each others throats.

The battlefield upon which they raged was currently split down the middle. On one side was an icy "wonderland" where everything was stark white and frozen, while the other side was a toxic swamp full of purple puddles and decayed matter. These sides went on for at least a mile in opposite directions, the fact that one side didn't encroach the other was a testament to how evenly matched the maji were.

"How...how many matches have fought...up until now?", Voxea asked between gasps of air.

"Five thousand three hundred and thirty-six... we're all tied up...", Belladonna replied while still panting.

"Seriously?", Voxea asked in a surprised tone.

"Yeah...".

"..."

"..."

"Wanna just bury the hatchet and be friends"?

"...yes".

"Sweet".

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Sometime later, a beautiful raven-haired maji woman was currently locking blades with a man with six arms and six sabers while deep in the inner sanctum of a rather elaborate looking palace.

"Surrender Toxin Queen, the Nine Toxin Netherworld Hall will fall to my Glorious Blade Tribe today and nothing can stop it", the six-armed maji said with a sneer on his face.

"Screw off Gorigan! We both know I'm stronger than you and I'm going to enjoy kicking your sorry teeth in"!

"Ha! I joined hands with the Holy Sand Priest, and together we'll-"

"GUUH".

Just as Gorigan was about to monologue Belladonna's ear off, the aforementioned Holy Sand Priest came flying through a wall with a distinctive foot print ladened with frost aether embedded into his chest. He made quite the entrance with his unconscious, twitching and bloodied form.

As the two dueling maji stared at the body in shock, an arrogantly cold voice filled the room.

"Apologies for being late, Belladonna. I was a bit busy...cleaning up some trash that was left your entrance".

A few seconds later, a beautiful woman with snow white hair and sharp blue eyes came walking through the hole, each step freezing and unfreezing the floor.

"Voxea!", Belladona exclaimed before disengaging with Gorigan and leaping through the air to greet the ice maji.

"What took ya snow rat?", Belladonna exclaimed as she hugged her, "Almost got into a sticky situation, wanna help me take this guy down"?

"But of course", Voxea replied with a smile as she pulled out her trusty ice mirror.

The two woman stared down Gorigan as their aether started churning violently.

"NETHER RIME LOTUS BLAST"!

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"And that's how Belladonna and I took down both the Sacred Desert Temple and the Glorious Blade Tribe", Voxea regaled to Malgorius and I.

I'm pretty sure they made up at least part of these stories.