Chapter 2324: Meylin’s Redemption Incarnation!
"Redemption Incarnation!" Meylin shouted with every ounce of strength she possessed. At last, she triggered the transformation of her Supreme Race’s lineage.
She hovered in the sky like a fallen seraph reborn, her black hair flowing behind her with subtle starlight glimmers, as though the night sky itself clung to her form. Seven pairs of wings unfurled from her back—not feathered, but vast, divine structures veined with shifting colors that rippled like torn space. Within those wings were sealed gateways to other realms, where the powers of the Seven Sins lay waiting.
When those wings stirred, brief flashes of wrathful crimson, envious green, and prideful gold bled into the air like reflections from other worlds.
Her armor remained dark and elegant, forged to restrain the overwhelming currents of power coursing through her. Blue, ethereal bindings wrapped her limbs and torso, acting as conduits that kept her balanced against the sinful energies threatening to erupt from her soul. Her gaze turned calm yet merciless—the look of someone who commanded sin, rather than someone controlled by it. In that moment, she was a living nexus through which the Seven Sins converged.
Atena’s eyes sharpened. She could feel the sheer immensity of the transformation. Even more alarming were the cosmic rules flowing through the True Depravita—rules that instinctively triggered warnings throughout Atena’s mind.
She clenched her fists as obsidian energy began coating both arms, reinforcing their resilience and multiplying their strength, showing how serious she took this fight.
The two women locked onto one another. For a moment, everything else fell away—no forest, no sky, no volcanic terrain—nothing but the other standing before them. Then both launched forward with overwhelming power.
"BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM."
Explosion after explosion echoed as fist and sword collided, each strike releasing shockwaves that tore great chunks of stone out of the ground beneath them. The landscape shook and ruptured.
Atena displayed frightening skill—dodging several of Meylin’s sword strikes and blocking the ones she could not evade. The resilience of her body was overwhelming; even under the sundering force of the dual swords, Hell and the Abyss, Meylin managed to carve only shallow cuts into Atena’s obsidian-reinforced skin.
But physical damage was only part of what a True Depravita inflicted. With every successful incision, psychic energy coursed from Meylin’s blade into Atena’s consciousness, trying to erode her mind and corrode her soul. Yet Atena’s mental defenses held firm—just as impressive as her physical ones. She endured without losing focus, showing not a single crack in her psyche.
Meylin’s speed and strength rose exponentially, but she was still receiving damage in return. Every time those obsidian arms reached her, they snapped bones and tore flesh. Yet she regenerated as quickly as she was wounded. Despite the sustaining damage, she did not slow down—in fact, her wings glowed brighter, her power rising in violent steps.
Her battle style shifted with each exchange. The power of the Original Sins poured into her body—making her faster, stronger, and more ruthless. She drew upon the surrounding energy, feeding it into her muscles and into the sharpened edge of her twin swords. Because her movements came from a chaotic rotation of sin-based instincts rather than conscious choice, Atena’s mind-reading ability failed to predict them. Meylin herself didn’t know which pattern would manifest next.