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Fiona looked up in shock, only to see a hand with glossy, tallic skin—like polished steel—and five razor-sharp claws gleaming with a chilling light striking toward her!
Her eyes widened as she flipped backward, but even with her agile reflexes, three deep gashes tore across her shoulder, cutting down to the bone. Fresh blood dripped onto the floor, staining it a deep crimson!
She frowned and looked toward Vincent—only to find that his body had completely transford. His skin now glead like that of a true iron warrior. He had grown to a massive height, likely over three ters. His head was covered in sharp spikes, resembling an oversized morning star.
His arms and legs had elongated, with fingernails and toenails morphing into deadly, piercing spikes.
From his back, elbows, and knees, sharp, icy spikes jutted out—his entire body now a deadly weapon.
"Die!"
His voice ca out in a deep, hoarse growl, almost unintelligible. Then, he lunged straight at Fiona!
Clang!
Fiona raised her sword just in ti to block Vincent’s strike. The direct clash between the two sent her flying backward until her body slamd into the wall with a loud boom! The impact created spiderweb cracks across the surface behind her.
Fiona winced, her face twisting in pain as she drew in a sharp breath.
Her sword began to glow with ancient patterns, amplifying its power to withstand the monster’s savage blows.
Just then, Vincent raised his other arm. A spike on his elbow suddenly extended like a sword and shot straight toward Fiona!
Her eyes widened again as she shoved Vincent away with all her strength, then rolled to the side.
But when she regained her balance, Vincent was already airborne—his claws aid straight at her!
The distance was too close. Fiona couldn’t dodge, couldn’t counterattack. All she could do was stare as the monster lood ever closer!
"Sweet Candy Warriors, full assault~!"
At that mont, a sugary, overly girly voice suddenly rang out, its high pitch so distinctive that Fiona could never mistake it.
Simultaneously, the once-dark room exploded in a flood of colors—blue, pink, orange, and more. A kaleidoscope of light bursts in, followed by hordes of bizarre creatures. Their forms were far from beautiful, yet their bright colors and slightly chubby shapes made them look oddly comical... even cute.
These "warriors" surged forward, unfazed by pain, clinging to Vincent’s massive form. So of them were large, forcing even Vincent to stagger backward.
Fiona stared wide-eyed—and then spotted Bella’s smug face.
With her hands on her hips, Bella bent forward at a dramatic ninety degrees, smirking as she looked at Fiona and teased, "Rushing in recklessly—almost got yourself killed, huh? Lucky I showed up."
Fiona rolled her eyes and scrambled to the side, snapping, "Focus! This monster may not be the main boss, but it’s a mini-boss!"
Bella paid her no mind. She sighed deeply as if burdened by her perfection. Standing tall, she lifted her magic wand, bent one leg elegantly, and declared loudly, "Co on, Vincent! You, too, can beco an adorable Sweet Candy Warrior!"
With a dramatic flick of her wand, she aid it at Vincent, who was now half-buried in the sea of color.
A dazzling light burst from the tip of her wand, unleashing a stream of radiant ribbons that surged toward Vincent, wrapping around his monstrous body.
Grawwwwwwww!
Vincent let out a deafening roar that shook the entire room. The spikes on his body extended even further, knocking down more and more of the Sweet Candy Warriors.
Bella’s expression shifted to one of heartfelt sorrow. "If you’re not mine even now... then I simply won’t allow it!"
With those words, the rainbow ribbons grew denser, forming a massive shroud of multicolored cloth that enveloped Vincent entirely—even his deadly spikes couldn’t escape!
The relentless assault of the Sweet Candy Warriors had not been in vain. Vincent had finally weakened enough... for Bella’s magic to begin transforming him.
[Ha ha ha, I can see the struggle in that monster’s eyes.]
[It had such a calm and nacing appearance, but it turned into a colorful little bug in the end. If it were , I wouldn’t accept that fate either—ha ha ha.]
[Vincent didn’t even get a chance to use that badass-looking head. Bella’s long-range combat skills are the natural enemy of lee types.]
[But Bella must be exhausted, too. The real battle hasn’t even started yet...]
Bella twirled her magic wand a few tis before it vanished from her hand. She looked at her newly converted Sweet Candy Warrior with visible satisfaction. Even though she had lost several warriors in the process, she still felt this harvest wasn’t too bad.
At this mont, Drake’s group finally walked over leisurely. Luis and Harry, seeing Bella’s composed deanor amidst the wreckage of the chaotic room, weren’t amazed. After all, within their team, Bella’s combat prowess ranked only behind Cocona.
Susan, however, stood silently, her expression cold and heavy as she stared at the monster—or rather, the Sweet Candy Warrior—now standing beside Bella.
Drake glanced at Susan, curled his lip into a smirk, and said, "Now then, why don’t you guess—who’s the real boss?"
That’s right. All the monsters in the mansion were dead, but no notification of mission completion had co.
Naturally, Drake and the others could tell that the real monster wasn’t dead. The main boss would never be defeated that easily!
Boom! Boom boom!
Drake swung his greatsword in a wild frenzy, slashing everything around the room. The walls trembled and cracked from the force.
His eyes were bloodshot, filled with a chaotic rage that begged for release.
"This damned place—there was never anything real here to begin with! NOTHING IS REAL!"
Drake roared, his appearance now more monstrous than any monster they’d faced.
Fiona opened her mouth, wanting to say sothing—but in the end, she didn’t. She knew this was how their captain usually was. If there weren’t any monsters for him to vent on right now, he might go insane. He was the kind of person who could only die on the battlefield.
Boom! BOOM! BOOM!
Just then, a powerful tremor shook the entire building. The ground swayed violently, and cracks splintered across the walls. But the tremor soon faded—only to be replaced by sothing more ominous.
The already gloomy sky turned pitch black. A fierce wind burst in from outside, slamming open the unsteady window, which shattered and embedded itself into the opposite wall.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
A frigid wind howled into the room, carrying snow so cold it pierced straight to the bone.
It felt as though everything was reverting to the night of the first blizzard—the night they had first entered this mountain manor.
Creak. Clack. Clack.
Everyone’s eyes sharpened. They looked at each other—and fell into utter silence.
Now, the sound of footsteps beca increasingly distinct—step by step, as if hamring directly into their hearts.
Susan suddenly furrowed her brow—deeply. And it wasn’t just her; Jessica and Fiona wore the sa expression. At that mont, all three of them felt sothing churning inside them.
No... not just in their stomachs. It was throughout their entire flesh and blood.
Sothing inside them was stirring—roiling—like it was both restless and excited, eager to break free!
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