As that demon had said, those eyes opened once more.
When Sansa Valerion looked upon the world again, her vision of it had changed completely.
With a pair of long horns sprouting from her forehead and a strange body whose secrets she couldn’t fully grasp, Sansa found herself standing before the Ultras army converging upon them.
Faced with that massive army...
Her dark eyes remained utterly calm.
"I’m pretty sure there was sothing weighing on a mont ago... Maybe it was fear? Or anxiety? Or perhaps sadness..."
She couldn’t quite rember what emotions had filled her just monts before.
As if all the trembling and fear she had felt earlier were nothing but a distant, bad dream.
But now, in this mont, surrounded by enemies ..
Sansa slowly smiled.
"I don’t know what I was before, but right now... the world seems so beautiful. So intoxicating."
Feeling every ounce of aura dancing around her...
Her body shone with an overwhelming dark radiance, cloaked in a vast, terrifying aura.
She drew the very life force from the earth, the air, and everything around her.
Sansa unleashed a terrifying pressure, one that made even the void itself tremble. Now that she had beco a complete demon, she could finally unleash the full extent of that dark power.
And without warning, in less than a single second...
The massacre began.
Massive black tendrils surged out everywhere with blinding speed, faster than the naked eye could follow.
Sansa reduced the Ultras soldiers before her to bloody dust in an instant, erasing their lives in the blink of an eye.
The dark tendrils writhed like a living creature, devouring everything in their path and crushing every helpless soul caught in their reach.
With every dead man, with every life that left this world...
As more blood was spilled, Sansa’s body trembled involuntarily, and an unprecedented thrill surged through her chest.
Her smile widened, spreading wider and wider.
She laughed maniacally, manipulating those shadows as if playing a symphony of death, guiding them to kill more and more.
"Ahahaha... ahahahahaha...!"
Her insane laughter shook the battlefield—a mad girl reveling in slaughter, her body shuddering with every breath of life extinguished.
She continued absorbing the aura around her without pause, while the Demon Seed at her core pulsed, now acting as her heart, allowing her to wield shadows far stronger than before.
Her power was so imnse that the shadows covered the entire battlefield.
Sansa no longer cared about anything.
The only thought she rembered was that the Ultras were enemies who must die.
So she simply acted on that thought, ending their lives one by one.
She beca a colossal force on the battlefield, and this finally drew the enemies’ attention to her after she had slaughtered so many of them.
Among all those enemies, one man broke free from Alon’s light prison, using his ghost form to escape.
Out of nowhere...
Gavid Lindman appeared before Sansa Valerion, who was still laughing with the sa madness.
The Ultras Lord instantly recognized what she had beco just by glancing at those terrifying horns—sothing he had seen many tis before.
And with all his might, he slashed at her using his Aether Blade.
"Die, cursed demon!"
Gavid’s strike was incredibly fast, aiming for her right side.
As a defense, Sansa simply raised her elbow in front of the sword to block it.
Seeing her slender fra...
Gavid expected his sword to cleave her in two with ease.
But instead of the sound of flesh being sliced ..
Everyone heard the sharp clang of tal clashing.
In that mont, Gavid Lindman’s face darkened when he saw his sword stuck in Sansa’s right arm, only cutting a few centiters deep.
As black blood oozed from the wound, Sansa and Gavid locked eyes.
Her body was tough.
So tough it left Gavid wondering just what kind of flesh she had now.
The black blood continued to drip, but Sansa didn’t care.
With the sa deranged smile, she extended her hand, trying to pierce Gavid’s chest.
But he imdiately shifted into his Phantom form, allowing her hand to pass through him harmlessly.
Without hesitation, Gavid withdrew, gripping his sword tightly.
But Gavid froze in place when he found those shadows surrounding him from every direction in the blink of an eye.
Instantly, hundreds of dark blades materialized, flying toward him at lightning speed, aiming to slice his body apart.
Gavid Lindman was forced to fully activate his Phantom Form as the dark blades relentlessly shredded the space he had just occupied, leaving him unable to move even a single step.
Sansa trapped him in a relentless barrage of attacks, coming from every possible angle.
Her strikes erged from every dark corner of the battlefield, as if by magic, each one carrying terrifying destructive power.
"Let’s see how long you can maintain that form..."
Sansa laughed without pause, completely cornering Gavid.
He found himself utterly trapped, unable to take a single step. The mont he deactivated his ability, those blades would tear him apart instantly.
And just as he wrestled with this dilemma—
A third figure appeared in the sky above them.
"So you survived, Sansa. I suppose even failed experints like you can reach this level."
Returning to the battlefield herself, Beatrice raised her staff, manipulating her magic once more.
"Light up this world for ."
With a single motion ..
She ford a massive sun above the battlefield, a blindingly bright sun that cast its light across the field, dispelling the shadows of the night.
"Your darkness is nothing but weak shadows... a cheap imitation of the real thing."
Sansa’s power ca from darkness.
By dispelling her shadows, she wouldn’t be able to unleash those attacks again.
Beatrice counted on erasing her darkness, just like before.
But this ti was completely different.
Without warning, a massive shadow wrapped itself around Beatrice’s artificial sun, devouring it entirely before the stunned witch’s eyes.
"There you are, bitch Adriana!!!"
Sansa continued laughing madly as enormous dark wings burst from her back, and she imdiately shot toward Beatrice.
"I’ve been looking for you, Adriana!"
Sansa’s speed was terrifying, so fast that even Beatrice, the witch, could barely catch a glimpse of her.
Then, without warning, Sansa’s hand pierced through Beatrice’s chest with brutal force, creating a massive hole in the witch’s body.
"I’ve got a little debt to repay, dear Adriana."
Sansa laughed wildly as Beatrice’s body vanished completely.
"You cursed girl, Sansa Valerion... who would’ve thought you’d transform into such a demonic form."
Beatrice reappeared far away, disgust twisting her face as she looked at Sansa.
But in that instant, a hand burst through Beatrice’s back and erged from her chest.
Shocked, Beatrice turned to find Sansa behind her again.
Sansa grabbed her tightly and laughed beside her ear.
"What’s with that disgusted face? You and I have the sa blood running through our veins... We’re both damned demons, aren’t we? Ahahaha!"
Using her shadows, Sansa tore through Beatrice’s body once more, her form vanishing yet again and reappearing sowhere else entirely.
But the mont she did so, Sansa teleported instantly to her new location and killed her again, right away.
Sansa erged from nowhere every single ti, driving Beatrice into a rage she couldn’t contain.
And after the sequence repeated several tis...
Beatrice finally realized a terrifying truth.
When she looked down at the battlefield from above, she saw it at last.
That massive shadow covering everything, turning the entire place into Sansa’s personal killing ground.
Sansa fought Beatrice, attacked Gavid, and slaughtered the Ultras all at once ... making herself a monstrous force that once again tipped the balance toward an uncertain side.
Beatrice stood there, stunned by the overwhelming power her opponent displayed.
Those shadows... they were strikingly similar to hers.
"They’re much weaker, but they’re the sa... identical to Vayne’s shadows..."
This was the true power of the Shadow King.
Under the watchful eyes of Frey and the rest of the elite class...
Everyone witnessed the terrifying might of this newly born demoness, realizing just how powerful she truly was.
At that mont, without question, Sansa was the strongest among the elite class, turning herself into a living catastrophe that had descended upon the Ultras.
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