Chapter 391: Wrath
Mirabella took a deliberate step forward, her boot meeting the empty air as if it were solid, invisible bedrock. She walked on the air like walking on a flat ground.
"In this world, there are only few people that can cheat death! My mother is number one. I am number two." She said, her voice echoing with the ancient, unyielding authority of her bloodline as she stared down the five writhing, formless shadow figures hovering before her.
"You are unkillable, but is your soul also unkillable?" She asked, her tone dropping to a chilling whisper as she tightly clenched her fist, summoning the darkest, most terrifying aspect of her lineage ability:
"Spectral Gaze, Stage three."
BOOOOM!!!
The spatial fabric tore apart with a deafening roar. The gigantic, ancient double gate materialized directly behind her. The heavy doors slowly opened wide, revealing the terrifying, red bleeding eye that seemed to stare into the very essence of existence.
"I just need to take your souls and that’s all I need." She added, her blue eyes turning golden, perfectly mirroring the apocalyptic red of the gate behind her.
BOOOOM!!
A massive, invisible sonic wave of pure soul-rending force spread all over the place, violently smashing heavily on the corrupted shadows. The absolute pull of the eye forcefully gripped their ethereal forms, mercilessly grabbing their souls like a hungry lion holding a fragile zebra.
"...?!"
The shadows thrashed in silent, formless agony, completely paralyzed by the suppression.
"I don’t give the fuck who are you... But you dare sneak an attack on my Little brother, that alone warrant death!" Mirabella roared.