Chapter 418 The Witch Of The Moon

418 The Witch Of The Moon

He hated those eyes, as they brought back bad memories.

He hated the veins around those eyes. They reminded him of the Sixth Floor's Guardian. Of the child-like Monster who had lost its smile, whose face twisted and contorted with anger.

She had both.

Yet, she looked exceedingly beautiful.

With the Moonlight gone, there was only Darkness.

Her hair, blown both backwards and upwards at once by the wind, seemed to completely disappear.

The same was true of her dress.

Both her dress and her hair blended perfectly with the Darkness surrounding her. With her eyes, dress, and hair becoming one with that Darkness, all that remained was her pale skin.

She was the Moon, plunged in Darkness.

"Sweet...!" The General of Wrath muttered, in awe.

Her gaze moved.

When had it moved exactly? Mark couldn't tell.

She was looking beyond the General, straight at him.

For an instant, Mark felt as if he was staring at a part of himself.

"So you're the explosion, huh?!" The General of Wrath shouted as Lightning covered his body.

With a swift leap forward, he had closed the distance.

Zino swung his clenched fist and,

She deposited her palms on the white-scaled Monster's cheeks.

"What...?" The General's eyes widened as his fist caught nothing but air. Mark hadn't moved since earlier. His palm was still against the ground, and so was his knee.

She raised his chin, and his gaze met hers.

Dark, dark empty eyes, the surface on which he could see his own reflection.

Without looking away, she moved her left hand.

With the back of her hand towards the ground, she extended her arm towards the Darkness that filled the sky above. Towards the Moon that had disappeared. Towards The Dark Side Of The Moon.

What she was, he did not know. Nevertheless, Mark wasn't scared. He was going to die. He had accepted it already. The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

From the tip of her middle finger, it slithered its way up her arm like a snake, circling and spinning.

A snake with no eyes?

She clenched her fist, and they flared up around her arm.

It was no snake. They were flames.

Black Flames.

He circled around, she was at his side. He jumped up, she was behind him. He took a leap towards the right, she was there.

The confused Mark could only watch silently.

'The speed of Lightning against... Teleportation?'

Teleportation. Spatial Magic?

Or is it Dark Magic? Similar to Light's Shadow Magic, which allowed the Underling to jump into a Shadow and exit from another?

The space inside the Barrier was her Territory.

The Darkness was her Territory.

Everything below the Moon was her Territory.

She was the Witch Of The Moon.

She was The Daughter Of Darkness.

The General's speed increased and increased!

Their bodies weren't visible anymore.

All that the white-scaled Monster's eye could catch, were the sparks of Lightning and the Dark Flames left in their wake.

The General's face contorted. There was no change to hers. Mark couldn't see either.

Fear started rising within Zino's heart. Fear that someone could keep up with him. With his speed. With the speed of Lightning. He feared that, even at his maximum speed, she would be able to keep up. If that were to happen, the General...

Her hand grazed his shoulder.

A scream resonated.

A scream similar to thunder. By the time it had reached Mark, by the time he had turned in the direction from which that scream had come, they were already gone.

It was like nothing he had witnessed before.

A fight between a General using all of its strength and... Something else.

Zino's eyes widened.

Were she to keep up with him at top speed... Zino wouldn't be able to accept that.

Instead, he took a bet.

The General of Wrath pointed with his index finger.

He pointed... At the one she had protected once already.

Lightning, once more.

Shine!

A battle of a completely different level!

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