Chapter 74: Please don’t die
Kaelen’s hand lit up with radiant white light, soft at first, like morning sun, but it didn’t stay gentle. It pulsed, intensified, burned like concentrated judgment.
He raised his arm, the glow wrapping around his fingers like threads spun from divinity itself.
"Now this..." he grinned, his voice laced with mischief and just a hint of menace, "this is a special gift I made just for you."
The spirit-alira lunged, but Kaelen didn’t retreat. He stepped in, palm-first, slamming the radiant energy straight into her chest. A blinding pulse exploded outward, purging the darkness in violent ripples.
"I’ve spent years crafting this technique," he said, casually sidestepping a retaliatory swipe and flicking her forehead with a glowing finger that sent her spiraling backward.
"Based on every holy spell I’ve ever known. Sharpened. Polished. Custom-fit to deal with your constant gloom."
He charged again, no hesitation, no mercy. Each strike carried not only power but years of frustration, annoyance, and buried affection carved into radiant fury.
A backhand lit with <Purity Pulse> cracked across her temple. A low sweeping leg-kick reinforced with <Divine Judgement> dropped her to one knee.
"Oh, but naming it was a pain," Kaelen said, wincing as he deflected a shadowy claw with a glowing forearm. "So, for now... I dub thee..."
He raised his arm skyward, light flaring around him like a judge delivering a sentence.
"Ten Years of Alira’s Soap!" he declared triumphantly, laughing as another blow landed squarely across her face. "You stink of evil, and I’m here to wash it out, scrub-style!"