These Children were actually apocalyptic-level dangerous.
Not just threats to a forest or a battlefield, they could beco existential if allowed to spread and grow unchecked.
They had to be exterminated quickly, before any of them had the chance to mature further.
For now, though, I had a plan taking shape.
[Roselyn, I don’t think the current formation is effective anymore.] [Ben]
[Huh? You an the arrangent of our fight? The way we’re currently positioned and switching targets?] [Rose]
[Yes, exactly. I believe you should pair yourselves with the opponents that are either equal matches for your abilities and strength... or bad matchups that play directly into your strengths. Get it? Pair the right fighter with the right enemy to maximize advantage. Ah, sorry, Isabelle. It’s like I’m stealing command without permission here.] [Ben]
[No, of course not. I also think it’s a splendid idea. Please, keep going. Your insight is valuable right now.] [Isa]
Then I explained the matter to them in detail through the telepathic link, laying out my observations and reasoning step by step so everyone could follow without confusion.
The Third Born was noticeably bigger than the others and looked overwhelmingly strong at first glance.
In reality, it actually was extrely powerful; every single one of its punches carved deep craters into the ground with explosive force, sending tremors rumbling through the earth like miniature earthquakes.
The impacts were abnormal, shaking the plain far beyond what raw size alone should account for.
But, despite the massive build difference and the sheer destructive weight behind those blows, it wasn’t actually stronger than the Second Born in pure physical terms.
The extra bulk gave it raw power and reach, but the Second seed to edge it out in overall physical dominance; like speed, precision, and that unnerving resilience combined.
Since Clay was clearly stronger than Roselyn when it ca to raw physical activity—brute force, explosive strength, and sheer durability in close-quarters combat—she should keep fighting the Second Born without switching targets.
But they needed to add the Sixth Born into that matchup as well.
So far, the Sixth had only demonstrated exceptional speed and agility whenever it clashed with Claire.
Its movents were fluid and unpredictable, constantly disrupting the precise formation and rhythm Claire relied on to land considerable damage against the tougher opponents.
The current setup was ssed up because of it; Claire’s flow kept getting interrupted, preventing her from building montum or chaining attacks effectively.
Clay, on the other hand, possessed an incredible amount of speed.
She might even be capable of reaching the speed of sound in short bursts, judging by how she blurred across the battlefield earlier.
That kind of velocity ant the Sixth Born—with its comparatively lesser physical power—wouldn’t be able to land a aningful hit on her.
Clay could either evade completely or, if forced to take a punch, absorb it and counter with sothing far heavier and more devastating in return.
Yeah, Clay is like a wild beast.
I genuinely believed she could defeat both the Sixth and the Second alone if given the chance to focus on them without distractions.
Then Roselyn should shift her attention to face the Third Born directly.
They appeared to be around the sa overall power level; neither clearly outclassing the other in strength or durability.
Except Roselyn had stated before that she had never truly taken a defeat from Clay despite their noticeable difference in raw physical power.
That wasn’t because of luck or chance; it was because Roselyn was highly intelligent and possessed an exceptional amount of battle sense.
She read opponents like open books, anticipated moves, exploited weaknesses, and turned disadvantages into openings.
Not to ntion, Roselyn had allegedly defeated a real titan in the past (though that one had been significantly weakened by Titania’s initial beating at the ti).
Anyway, if Roselyn took on the Third Born, she could potentially kill it quicker than Claire ever could, then imdiately join Claire to help eradicate the remaining Fourth and Fifth Borns once the explosive Third was down.
Claire herself had what could only be described as god-level dexterity.
She wielded any weapon that ca into her hands like it was a natural extension of her own body—seamless, and instinctive, and totally flawless.
Her agility was all over the place: unpredictable leaps, mid-air twists, with impossible angles that defied normal physics.
It was so cool to watch, honestly srizing in the middle of all this chaos.
But having her fight the Sixth Born would only drag things out unnecessarily.
The Fifth and Fourth kept getting in the way, interfering with her rhythm too, so she couldn’t kill the Sixth.
So now the new formation took place.
Clay wasn’t really listening to —or anyone else, for that matter—her mind still locked in that endless loop of kill-kill-kill.
But Roselyn and Claire were quick on the uptake.
They cleverly maneuvered during their own fights, slamming and controlling the Sixth Born’s movents with coordinated strikes and feints until they forced it directly into Clay’s path.
The Sixth didn’t hesitate; it simply turned and started fighting her too, drawn into the fray like tal to a magnet.
It didn’t even take two seconds.
Clay’s hand flashed in a sharp, precise swing—faster than the eye could track—and she beheaded the Sixth Born cleanly.
Its head tumbled free in a spray of dark fluid, body collapsing into a heap of grey sludge that imdiately began to bubble and reform.
She didn’t pause for even a heartbeat; she simply continued her heated battle with the Second Born, treating the interruption like a minor annoyance.
And every ti the Sixth regenerated—pulling itself back together from the steaming puddle, limbs reforming, head snapping back into place—it sohow got damaged by Clay again almost imdiately and kept falling.
Over and over.
It wasn’t that the Sixth was weak; far from it.
That thing could kill multiple fairies in a single flash, maybe even powerful humans too, if they weren’t prepared.
It was simply a terrible matchup against an opponent who was both stronger and quicker than it was—even when that opponent was simultaneously fighting an equal like the Second Born.
Clay’s speed and power overwheld its regeneration cycle before it could fully capitalize on any opening.
The battle between Clay and the Second Born was already legendary—by far the loudest and most destructive thing happening on the vast plain.
Clay was punching it relentlessly, breaking whatever passed for bones inside its grey form with every brutal touch.
Cracks spiderwebbed across its torso and limbs with each impact, wet snaps echoing like breaking branches.
The Second would regenerate almost instantly—flesh bubbling back into place, structure reforming—but then strike back with wild, hamring blows that Clay evaded or countered every single ti.
She slipped under, spun around, or t the force with greater force, never letting it gain ground.
It was hard to tell exactly what the Second’s core weakness was... but I could tell from watching the Sixth’s repeated deaths:
Every ti the Sixth took heavy damage to the neck or deep into the chest cavity, it took noticeably longer to regenerate.
The process slowed, the bubbling grew sluggish, and the reford body erged slightly less stable for a mont afterward.
[Guys, try this! Attack the chest and necks of those anomalous ones. Focus your heaviest hits there! It slows their regeneration way down!] [Ben]
I quickly advised them through the link, sharing the observation so they could examine and confirm how these guys truly needed to be slaughtered.
Because I couldn’t be held responsible for unleashing them in the first place!
I an, what would that make if I just stood by and let these apocalyptic parasites spread because of my own aura?
An evil titan myself, that’s what!
I could be branded a cosmic criminal like Titania, or that Chröma person!
User Comments
0 comments from readers