Bab 3: White Hope
"There is only one way," Yuui whispered, her voice trembling with the weight of what she was about to do. Her fingers tightened around her sword, but she knew steel alone wasn't enough to defeat Winter. She had watched too many of her comrades fall—too many lives lost, fueling the unholy storm that raged around them.
Winter stood at the center of the carnage, his cold eyes indifferent as the blood of the fallen continued to swirl into the sky, forming that monstrous cloud that rained death upon them. His power, drawn from death itself, felt limitless. But Yuui knew now—it wasn't just blood that he controlled. He was tapping into the very essence of life, bending the life force of the fallen to his will.
Yuui felt a flicker of resolve, a glimmer of something she hadn't allowed herself to feel in hours—hope.
"If Winter can control blood," she thought, "then I can control the life force. The energy itself."
Her pulse quickened. She had seen it before—the energy ules, the raw essence that existed within every living thing, connecting them to the magic of the world. Winter used blood as a conduit for that power, turning life into death. But if she could reverse it, take the ules—the life energy—from the fallen and turn it into something pure—perhaps she could create a force powerful enough to stand against Winter's blood magic.
It was a dangerous idea, bordering on madness. But there was no other choice.
Closing her eyes, Yuui took a deep breath and focused. She could feel the energy in the air, the remnants of life clinging to the bodies of her fallen comrades, their souls not yet fully gone. It pulsed weakly, like faint embers waiting to be stoked into a flame. Winter was too focused on his blood cloud to notice what she was doing, but she had little time.
Her hand hovered above the body of a fallen friend, and she reached out with her mind, feeling the ebb and flow of ules around her. She could sense it—the raw, untapped energy of life, lingering in the remains of the dead and the dying. For a brief moment, her heart faltered at the thought of using their essence, but she knew it was the only way.
"I'm sorry," she whispered softly, as she willed the energy forward.
The air around her began to hum as the ules flowed into her, filling her body with a strange, vibrating power. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before—pure, radiant life force, undiluted by pain or death. The energy swirled around her, and she gathered it with her will, shaping it into something tangible.
Just as Winter had created his blood cloud, Yuui formed a cloud of pure, shimmering energy above her. It glowed with a soft, radiant light, like the very essence of life, the opposite of Winter's dark storm. The energy pulsed in time with her heartbeat, growing stronger as she pulled more ules from the surrounding dead and injured, weaving their life force together.
Her knees buckled under the sheer power of it, but she held on, refusing to let go. She could feel Winter's attention shift toward her, his gaze cold and calculating as he sensed the shift in the air.
With that, Yuui's tears, glistening in the dim light, began to evaporate.
The energy inside her surged, bright and fierce, and the heat of it was so intense that the tears on her cheeks vanished into mist. Her despair burned away, replaced by the warmth of pure life force. The sadness that had once consumed her was transformed into something else—something stronger.
Yuui opened her eyes, meeting his icy stare.
"This ends now," she said, her voice steady. The energy cloud above her pulsed, responding to her will.
For the first time, Winter faltered, his expression darkening with the faintest trace of uncertainty.
With a shout, Yuui thrust her hand forward, sending a beam of pure energy hurtling toward Winter. The air around her crackled with power as the radiant light surged from her, a concentrated attack born from the life force of her fallen comrades. Her body trembled with the effort, but she pushed forward, determination etched in every fiber of her being.
Winter's eyes narrowed. He could sense the raw, dangerous force coming his way. With a swift motion, he raised his hand, his voice cold and commanding.
"Blood Stream," Winter intoned.
The blood cloud hanging above him shuddered in response to his command, and drops of crimson began to coalesce, forming into a thick, flowing stream. It slithered through the air, dark and menacing, racing toward Yuui's energy beam with deadly precision. Winter directed the stream with a flick of his wrist, its crimson tendrils stretching toward her attack like the fangs of a predator.
For a moment, it seemed as if the two forces might cancel each other out, but as soon as the first blood drops made contact with Yuui's beam, they evaporated instantly. The heat and purity of her energy disintegrated the blood upon impact, turning each droplet into a wisp of steam before it could even reach her.
Winter's eyes widened in disbelief as the blood stream was vaporized bit by bit, unable to withstand the sheer force of Yuui's attack. The energy beam didn't slow, didn't waver—it continued forward, absorbing the blood and growing even more potent as it powered through Winter's defense.
The collision was brief and brutal. Winter realized too late that his counterattack was failing. His calm demeanor slipped for a fraction of a second as he tried to shift his position, attempting to avoid the full brunt of Yuui's strike. But the beam moved too quickly, and in an instant, it tore through the space where Winter had stood, catching him just as he tried to escape.
A sharp, searing pain shot through Winter's side, and he staggered backward, clutching the wound.
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