Third Person’s POV
At the sa ti, the fog in Ethan’s vision finally cleared, and his eyes focused on the face above him.
It was slightly familiar and breathtakingly beautiful, frad by the frowning arch of her brows.
Her chin and those perfect, plush red lips were so close to him, and the shock that she was none other than Fiona Vael, sister of Lucien Vael, hit him silently.
But it was instantly soothed by the persistent, delicious sensation that anchored him to reality.
The perfect handful of her warm, dium-sized breasts was still snug in his possessive grip.
And her scent, an intimate, clean fragrance of lavender and sothing uniquely feminine, entered his nose as it emanated from the very cleavage his face had just been buried in.
The combined effect was a potent balm of relaxation as it forcibly unwound the coiled tension and pain that had gripped his mind and body for the last half an hour.
Unable to find the strength to pull away, he instead took a deep, shuddering breath and drew in her intimate lavender scent deeper into his lungs.
Driven by a reckless, base impulse, he nuzzled his nose even more firmly into the soft, warm canyon of her cleavage.
As a result, the thin muslin cloth covering her chest beca damp from his breath.
At the sa ti, his hand, which was already claiming the perfect swell of her breast, began to move as he was unable to stop himself.
His fingers curled and kneaded the lush flesh with a practiced greed.
He started to rub his palm in a slow, deliberate circle over the firm nipple he could feel pebbling beneath the cloth, and then softly squeezed the soft weight, feeling it yield and spill between his fingers before fondling it again with a possessive rhythm.
Distantly, he knew that this would unleash a torrent from this famously powerful and violent woman, but the lustful part of him had beco drunk on her beauty and scent, was beyond restraint.
Due to his ministerations, a sharp, helpless gasp tore from Fiona’s throat and was followed by a second, shallower one, as her back arched faintly against the waves of shocking sensation that she had never felt in her whole life of twenty five years.
A fierce blush painted her cheeks, her snow white neck, and her chest, but then, her disciplined mind turned cold and reasserted total control as emotions of fury filled it.
The embarrassed haze in her red eyes vaporized and was replaced by a glacial, murderous glint.
Her arm moved with blinding, practiced speed, and there was no hesitation in it but only a pure, ignited wrath.
The sound of her perfect, open-handed slap cracked through the air like a whip while her cold, harsh scream filled the air.
"Scram away, you filthy pervert!!!"
The force of it was monuntal as it also contained a combination of her mana and physical power that connected with his cheek and sent him physically hurling sideways, causing Ethan to land headfirst in a patch of churned mud with a wet, filthy thud.
It was at that exact mont that the trio of Virelle, Velcy, and Lucy found him again, their eyes widening as they witnessed Ethan being slapped through the air by a now-standing Fiona Vael.
She rose to her feet with a harsh, stormy expression, her eyes like chips of scarlet ice.
Her chest heaved once under the now-rumpled muslin, and a vivid, unusual redness stained her pale cheeks and the elegant column of her snow-white neck.
But Virelle ignored her and rushed to Ethan’s side, after which she glared up at Fiona.
"What in the hells are you trying to do, Fiona?!" she shouted with fury lacing her voice, though her gaze flickered with a flash of confusion at the other woman’s disheveled state and furious blush.
But she soon dismissed it as she attributed it to the chaos and the powerful shockwaves that had rocked them all.
Hearing Virelle’s question, Fiona didn’t grace her with a single word.
Instead, she only cast one last glance of fury, indignation, and sothing else too fast to na, directly at the muddied Ethan, and then, her dark figure seed to dissolve.
She elevated into the swirling dust and vanished from sight.
But before any of them could fully process what had just happened or even question Ethan about the strange and terrifying encounter, their attention was violently ripped away as a streak of bright crimson tore across the sky above them.
It was Lady Raven who, with a single sweeping gesture, drew forth a monstrous arc of red energy.
In a single second, it stretched nearly fifteen ters wide and vibrated with condensed, blood-red wind mana that scread shrilly through the air like a living thing.
The swirling power sharpened into a scythe of annihilation as it hurtled straight toward the heart of the still-lingering mushroom cloud below.
Seeing this, a single, shared thought seized everyone watching this that Elder Solomon, who had been caught off guard monts earlier, was surely finished with this spell.
But from within the devastated core of the cloud, a deep, earth-shaking roar of defiance erupted, and a dark, massively muscled figure burst upward from the wreckage like a launched projectile, scattering smoke and fire in all directions.
In the very next instant, a blazing fist wrapped in reddish-yellow fire, so hot it warped the air around it, shot forward and collided head-on with Lady Raven’s descending crimson arc.
The resulting impact was cataclysmic as a mix of light, sound, and raw force exploded outward in a deafening, dazzling blast that painted the sky in violent hues of blood and hellfire.
Storms of crimson wind and searing red fla tore through the clouds and shredded the smoke and scattering it across the heavens.
This ti, luckily, everyone was far enough away to survive the shockwave, left only to stare in stunned silence as two titanic powers clashed high above the ruined earth.
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