Chapter 121: Seven’s Rampage
"Queen Elena!" The desperate cry cut through the battlefield chaos as three Thornvale warriors witnessed their monarch collapse, her arm dissolving into black sludge. Their faces twisted with rage and horror as they abandoned their current fights, charging toward Seven with weapons raised high.
Seven’s lips curved into a wicked smile, black ichor still dripping from her fingertips. "How touching. Loyal soldiers rushing to die for their queen."
The first warrior reached her with a wild overhead swing. Seven stepped inside the arc effortlessly, her palm pressing against the woman’s forehead. Decay spread instantly across the soldier’s face, flesh bubbling and sloughing away as her skull became visible. The warrior’s scream died as her vocal cords liquefied, and she toppled forward into a puddle of corrupted tissue.
The second attacker tried to flank from the left, thrusting a spear toward Seven’s ribs. Seven caught the weapon’s shaft, decay racing down the wooden handle and onto the wielder’s hands. The warrior tried to release her grip, but the corruption had already fused flesh to wood. She watched in horror as her fingers crumbled away, then her wrists, the decay climbing steadily up her arms until she collapsed into steaming organic matter.
The third soldier attempted a more cautious approach, keeping her distance while launching crossbow bolts. Seven plucked the first projectile from the air, the metal dissolving between her fingers like snow. She stepped forward with predatory grace, closing the distance while the warrior frantically tried to reload.
"Please," the soldier whispered, backing away with trembling hands.
Seven grabbed her by the chest, fingers sinking through armor plating like it was soft clay. The warrior’s body convulsed as decay spread through her torso, organs liquefying within seconds. Her eyes remained conscious and aware until the very end, watching her own body betray her.
"Elena!" Elysia’s voice cracked as she gathered wind beneath her fallen friend, lifting Elena’s unconscious form with careful air currents. Blood continued to pour from the ruined stump of her arm, pooling in the snow below. "I need healers! Now!"
Two Moonlight soldiers broke from their defensive positions, rushing to Elysia’s side as she gently lowered Elena to the ground behind a protective barrier of compressed air.
"My queen, we’re here," the first healer said, immediately pressing clean bandages against Elena’s wound. Her hands glowed with soft blue light as she channeled healing energy into the damaged tissue.
"The corruption goes deep," the second healer observed grimly, her own magic probing the extent of Seven’s damage. "We can stop the bleeding and prevent infection, but growing back what she lost..."