While the battle was reaching its end below the hill, the battle within the estate was reaching its peak.
The battle between the Triplets of Ruin and the three branch heads of the Obsidian Order was still ongoing with full force. The triplets really lived up to their name as they maintained superiority throughout the battle.
Neither of them had moved a single step from their initial positions.
Gregor, Cassandra, and Vorak had each been brutally injured, with Cassandra wearing a deep frown on her face.
Their plan had been to wear down the triplets, lowering their guard so that Cassandra would be able to get into their minds to control them with her bloodline.
However, not only had they been unable to wear them down, but their will seemed to be growing with each passing second.
The Ravensteins were dangerous.
This was a fact that the Stellaris, along with the branch heads of the Obsidian Order, found out today.
Despite the sun being high in the sky—the Stellaris domain—they had still been pushed back even though they had overwhelming numbers.
The Order had thrown a surprise attack against the estate, but they were still being pushed back!
The trio saw no other choice: should they continue this way, they would lose.
‘We need to buy more time,’ Cassandra spoke to Vorak and Gregor inside their heads. They each nodded to each other and wasted no time, unleashing their domains in unison.
However, the triplets remained undaunted, not moving a single step from their position.
They each uttered it at the same time, their words cold as ice:
“Domain.”
Three bursts of energy erupted from their figures—a total of six domains clashing for dominance.
Intense shockwaves rocked the space as Freya hurled multiple balls of bones at Elysia, each one exploding with force.
Elysia’s body was riddled with bone fragments, and she was constantly using a huge amount of her reserves to heal her wounds. The wrinkles on her face were becoming more apparent.
Elysia gritted her teeth as another bone fragment tore through her arm, the pain barely registering against the fury building inside her. Her eyes darkened as the wrinkles deepened across her face.
“Is this all you have? You think these pathetic tricks will bring me down?!” she spat, her voice dripping with hate, frustration bubbling to the surface. “You’ll pay for every second of this!”
Her gaze locked onto Freya in the air, her voice rising as her anger reached its peak. “I’ll strip the life from your bones before this is over!”
Her usual calm was nowhere to be seen.
Without another moment’s hesitation, she gathered the remaining energy within her, unleashing it in a torrent of power.
“Domain!” she roared, her aura surging as the space warped around her, a green burst of light erupting upwards before spreading outward.
“Domain.”
Freya quickly unleashed hers, the two domains instantly clashing for dominance. The air became heavy, and many parts of the estate were destroyed from their clash.
‘They’re even?…’
Anastasia’s gaze was fixed directly on the battle unfolding. She couldn’t help but feel slightly worried as she watched Freya pushing herself so much.
But her gaze soon darkened as she suddenly saw Elysia smirking.
Freya’s gaze narrowed; however, it was too late.
Her figure suddenly staggered forward, an intense weakness engulfing her whole body.
The blinding lights radiating off her body began to dim, and more wrinkles appeared on her face as her vitality was siphoned away.
The smile on Elysia’s face widened. This was it—what she had been waiting for!
Because of the nature of her bloodline, her domain was equally special. During a domain clash, there was no such thing as equal. If the opponent’s domain didn’t overpower hers immediately, then it was that person’s loss.
A domain was the extension of an individual. When both domains clashed, it was as though she was touching said person, giving her the chance to siphon the vitality of her opponent.
Freya’s life force was siphoned at a fast speed, her domain shrinking as Elysia’s expanded.
“For such an old hag, your life force sure is delicious,” Elysia said.
The smile on Elysia kept on growing as she licked her lips, her happiness palpable.
A second passed, and Freya suddenly staggered forward, sinking to one knee. Sweat marred her face as she appeared to be struggling.
“Mother!”
“My lady!”
Anastasia and Freya’s Ravenblade rushed forward to support her, but that momentary disruption was everything Elysia needed.
The air around Elysia abruptly quaked, her muscles tensing and straining as a staggering amount of life force coursed through her body.
Her legs coiled back like a spring, the earth imploding as she shot upwards, cutting through the air and reaching the flying bone construct in less than a second.
Elysia broke into a crazed smile as her outstretched hand reached for Freya, the world slowing.
However, just as she was about to grab Freya in a vice grip, she suddenly felt an intense sense of death. It was as though a switch had flipped. The instincts she had honed from all her decades were ringing in her head like a blaring horn.
Elysia immediately retracted her hand before frantically sending her gaze around, trying to determine what the threat was. However…
‘There’s nothing?…’
Elysia was baffled. She had definitely felt danger just now, and considering its intensity, she had thought it to be someone very powerful. What was happening?
Just as she was about to turn back towards Freya, two pairs of dagger tips enveloped in darkness appeared inches away from piercing her neck and heart.
Elysia’s gaze narrowed as she looked at both Arya and Freya’s Ravenblade, each emanating thick amounts of killing intent as they threatened to pierce her.
Elysia scoffed. Did they actually think this would work?
Elysia moved at incomprehensible speed, grabbing the wrists of both Ravenblades before slamming them on the flying bone construct.
The construct crumbled, the figures of Freya, Anastasia, and Arya falling from the sky and landing on the earth with force.
Elysia wasted no time and shot toward the group. However, the same feeling from earlier hit her again.
‘This again!?’
She felt an intense danger, but this time around, she was prepared.
Elysia ignored the feeling and instead focused on her targets. She soon understood the reason for the sudden feelings.
“So it’s you!”
Elysia spat, her eyes fixed on Anastasia, whose gaze was glowing subtly.
‘That’s right. She’s from the Crawfords,’
The ground buckled as Elysia’s aura erupted from her body. Her speed doubled as she blurred, appearing in front of the group.
The sound of two cataclysmic punches landed, and the two Ravenblades were sent hurtling backward.
Elysia grabbed both Freya and Anastasia in a vice grip, the smile on her lips widening in a way that seemed impossible.
“Finally!”
Elysia’s elated voice was accompanied by her siphoning the life force of both Anastasia and Freya at fast speeds.
Anastasia struggled, her hands gripping Elysia’s, but it was to no avail. A master+ rank couldn’t dream of overcoming a grandmaster+ rank in strength.
The grip on both necks tightened as Elysia’s laughter rang out.
“Hahaha! I told you! I will suck the life force out of your bones!”
She appeared completely crazed. Anastasia felt her vitality being sucked away at a fast rate; however, her thoughts weren’t even focused on that.
Instead, her focus was on Freya, who had already stopped struggling, her body becoming weak.
“No!” Anastasia screamed.
Freya was already at the end of her lifeline; any more and…
However, Elysia didn’t seem to care. Her crazed laughter continued, and her actions showed no signs of stopping.
Boman, who had been fighting at a distance, saw the dire situation and immediately started speeding back; however, Gideon had no intention of letting him.
The situation seemed bleak. However, it all happened suddenly.
In one instant, the sun’s rays bathed the estate in a golden glow, and then in the next, the sun’s rays were obscured as a gigantic purple construct appeared high in the sky.
No one had any chance to react, as in the next instant, a voice so cold that it could freeze an ocean sounded.
To the people present, the first few words were incomprehensible. But then, as if tearing through space and time itself, two words reverberated clearly, freezing the blood of everyone present.
“…Vorpal Nova.”
For a heartbeat, silence fell.
Then, a flash of crimson bathed the entire estate.
