Chapter 114: EX 114. Guilt
The sky above the battlefield wasn’t a battleground, it was a storm.
Screams and fire raged below, but up in the clouds, it was pure cataclysm. Blasts of raw energy cracked the sky, lightning answering the rage of combat. And at the center of it all, seven S-ranks collided with the force of natural disasters. Nikko Yakomoto, bearer of a Supreme Talent, took the worst of it head-on, shouldering the weight of two foes at once: the demoness and the grotesque, corrupted form of what used to be Harry.
She moved like something no longer bound by the limits of human flesh. One blink, and she was gone. In the next, she reappeared directly above the mutated Harry, gauntlets glowing with unrestrained energy. Her slash should’ve landed, and split him in half, but the demoness intervened with eerie precision, teleporting her twisted creation away in an instant.
And with a flash of black.
The monstrosity reappeared beside Nikko with a vicious backhand. But Nikko, more beast than girl in that moment, twisted with an inhuman flex of muscle and instinct, her head narrowly missing the blow. In the same breath, she closed the distance. Her hand snapped out, fingers like steel as she grabbed the creature’s arm mid-strike, and spun her entire body, before throwing it across the sky like debris in a tornado.
Before it could even scream, she was already there again, materializing just beside it, leg swinging like a blade of thunder. The roundhouse caught it across the face, skull crunching with a sickening crack as it was launched again, vanishing into the clouds like a comet falling.
But Nikko didn’t get time to follow through.
The demoness was already there, splitting into a dozen wraith-like images that shrieked as they dove at her from all angles. Nikko’s face twisted in cold irritation.
"Tch."
Without hesitating she used one of her Skills.
[Primal Fury]
A bestial roar tore from her soul, and a violent shockwave exploded from her body. The sky rippled, as the clouds trembled, and the wraiths disintegrated mid-air like ash in the wind. Only one figure remained. The true demoness,