Chapter 35

The air in William's room grew thick, as if the very atmosphere was suffocating under the weight of the dark energy swirling around the Heretic. His form expanded, his body twisting and growing until he towered at an imposing seven feet. His skin, once pale, had turned a deep, unnatural black, hissing and bubbling as poisonous fumes rose from its surface.The Heretic's eyes gleamed with an eerie green light, and his mouth stretched into a grotesque grin, revealing sharp, venomous fangs.

William stood frozen, his breath caught in his throat. The sight of the monstrous transformation before him was unlike anything he'd ever seen. It was as if he was staring at a demon from his worst nightmares. The temperature in the room dropped, and every instinct in William's body screamed at him to run, but his legs wouldn't move.

He could only watch in horror as the transformed Heretic growled, his voice now deeper and more menacing.

The ninja, standing across from the demon, didn't flinch. His eyes, sharp and focused, narrowed as he took in the transformation. The tension in the room was palpable, and the ninja let out a slow breath, his grip tightening on the hilt of his blade. Sёarch* The ηovelFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"An Anbu..." the ninja muttered under his breath, his voice low and calm despite the chaotic energy swirling around him. "Looks like I'll have to take this a little more seriously."

In one swift, fluid motion, the ninja unsheathed his katana. The blade gleamed under the faint moonlight that filtered through the cracks in the window, casting an ethereal glow. The katana was a masterpiece—a perfect blend of elegance and lethality. The blade itself was impossibly sharp, its edge thin and precise, capable of cutting through steel as if it were paper.

The metal was polished to a mirror finish, reflecting the Heretic's monstrous form in its surface. The hilt was wrapped in dark, worn leather, and intricate symbols were etched along the base of the blade, humming with a faint energy that matched the ninja's calm but deadly aura.

The Heretic snarled, his voice a deep, guttural growl, and without warning, he lunged forward, his speed now even more terrifying than before. His massive, clawed hands swiped through the air, the blackened, poisoned skin leaving trails of noxious vapor in their wake. The room shook with the sheer force of his movements, but the ninja was ready.

With a flash of silver, the ninja moved, his katana slicing through the air with precision and grace. The clash of steel and claws sent sparks flying, and the force of their blows cracked the walls around them.

Each strike from the Heretic was vicious, powerful enough to tear through solid stone, but the ninja, despite the monstrous strength before him, remained calm, his movements smooth and calculated.

The Heretic unleashed a flurry of attacks, his claws slashing wildly, but the ninja weaved through them like water, his katana cutting through the air in swift, controlled arcs. Every movement he made was deliberate, each step a dance of deadly grace. The room was a battlefield of chaos, furniture splintering under the force of their blows, the floor cracking under the weight of their footsteps.

The demon's claws swiped at the ninja's chest, but with a flick of his wrist, the ninja deflected the blow with his blade, the force of the impact sending a shockwave through the room. Poison hissed as it dripped from the Heretic's claws, burning through anything it touched, but the ninja never faltered, his focus unwavering.

As the battle raged on, the Heretic grew more frenzied, his movements wild and unpredictable, but the ninja stayed one step ahead, his katana flashing in the dim light, leaving precise, clean cuts across the Heretic's flesh. Poison dripped from the demon's wounds, sizzling against the ground, but it wasn't enough to stop him.

The Heretic roared in frustration, his voice shaking the walls, and with a surge of dark energy, he lunged forward with terrifying speed, aiming to crush the ninja beneath his massive claws. But the ninja, his eyes flashing with resolve, sidestepped the attack, spinning gracefully as he brought his katana down in a deadly arc.

The blade sliced through the air, humming with lethal intent.

And then, in one clean, fluid motion, the ninja's katana cleaved through the Heretic's neck.

The room fell into a sudden, deafening silence.

The Heretic's head, severed cleanly from his body, fell to the ground with a heavy thud, rolling lifelessly across the floor. His massive, demonic form stumbled for a moment, blackened poison still hissing from his skin, before collapsing to the ground in a heap. The dark energy that had once surrounded him flickered and died, leaving nothing but an eerie stillness in its wake.

The ninja stood over the fallen body, his katana still gleaming in the dim light, not a single drop of blood on its flawless blade. His breathing was steady, calm, as if the battle had been nothing more than a minor inconvenience. With a soft click, he sheathed his katana, his eyes still locked on the lifeless form of the Heretic.

William, still huddled in the corner of the room, stared wide-eyed at the scene before him, his heart pounding in his chest. The ninja had won—he had saved William from certain death. But even in victory, there was no celebration, no relief. The ninja's face remained stoic, his expression unreadable as he turned away from the fallen Heretic.

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The room, now battered and broken, was filled with a heavy silence, and William could only watch in awe as the green-haired warrior stood

amidst the wreckage, victorious.