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Chapter 193 – The Final Confrontation
Chapter 193 – The Final Confrontation
The air was thick with the scent of blood and smoke. The ruins of battle stretched across the land, charred remains of once-proud structures now nothing more than crumbling debris. The night sky was a void of black, the stars hidden behind thick storm clouds that churned as if echoing the rage that brewed below.
Seraphis stood in the center of the battlefield, her silver-white hair streaked with dirt and blood, her breathing steady despite the exhaustion weighing on her limbs. This was it—the final battle. Four of the deadliest enemies she had ever faced stood before her.
General Veyron Malakar. A warlord clad in obsidian armor, his greatsword radiating dark energy with every movement. His crimson eyes burned with the thrill of combat, a monstrous presence that had left cities in ruin.
Orpheus Von. A silent killer, his body shrouded in shadows, moving like a wraith between the fabric of reality. His daggers dripped with a poison that could kill a man before he even realized he had been cut.
Magnus Von. A titan of a man, wielding twin axes enchanted with unholy fire. His very steps shook the earth, and his aura radiated a suffocating pressure, drowning out the very air around him.
And finally—Salazar Grimm Von. The head of the Von family. His mere presence was suffocating, his power unmatched among his kin. Clad in regal black, his long coat billowed in the wind, his pale face an unreadable mask of control and fury.
Seraphis took a deep breath. There was no escape. No retreat.
This was the endgame.
The First Duel – General Veyron Malakar
Veyron charged first, his massive greatsword cutting through the air with terrifying force. The sheer impact of his swing cracked the ground beneath them. Seraphis dodged, flipping backward, her razor-sharp cards forming a shimmering wall of steel before her.
His next attack was relentless—a rapid barrage of slashes so powerful they created shockwaves. She barely had time to react, twisting her body between strikes, her agility saving her by mere inches.
She countered.
Her cards moved like streaks of silver lightning, striking at the gaps in his armor. But Veyron was no fool. His sword spun, deflecting each one with expert precision. Then, he feinted—his next attack curving unnaturally in the air, catching her off guard.
Pain exploded through her ribs as the flat of his blade struck, sending her flying.
She crashed against the rubble, her vision swimming. He was strong. Too strong. But she would not fall.
She exhaled sharply, her fingers twitching. The cards that had seemed to miss their mark earlier suddenly stopped midair, glowing.
Veyron barely had time to react before they shot toward him from behind.
His sword swung again, blocking most—but not all. A single card found its mark, slicing through the joint of his shoulder armor, drawing blood.
Veyron grunted, stepping back.
Seraphis lunged, closing the distance. She feigned an upward strike, forcing him to block high, then twisted—bringing her knee up into his ribs.
The impact cracked bone.
Before he could retaliate, she summoned every remaining card, forming them into a massive lance of pure energy. She drove it forward.
Veyron tried to block, but the force overwhelmed him. The lance tore through his chest, the explosion of energy blasting him backward.
He coughed blood, his body falling.
One down.
The Second Duel – Orpheus Von
The moment Veyron fell, the shadows moved. Orpheus struck.
He was like a phantom, his daggers slicing through the air with impossible speed. Seraphis barely had time to react before she felt a burning pain on her arm—he had already cut her.
She leaped back, but Orpheus was relentless. He was everywhere, moving in and out of the darkness, his strikes so fast they were nearly invisible.
Seraphis closed her eyes.
Listened.
The wind shifted.
She moved.
A single card spun outward, slicing through the darkness. A wet sound followed—a sharp exhale of pain.
Orpheus staggered back, a deep gash across his chest.
Seraphis didn’t hesitate.
She unleashed a barrage of cards, each one glowing with silver light. Orpheus tried to dodge, but this time, she had already predicted his movements.
The cards pierced through him, pinning him midair.
A final whisper of wind.
Then, his body fell.
Two down.
The Third Duel – Magnus Von
A monstrous roar filled the battlefield.
Magnus Von charged, his twin axes glowing with hellish fire. He swung with the force of an avalanche, his attacks devastating everything in his path.
Seraphis moved swiftly, but even her speed wasn’t enough to completely avoid his blows. The shockwave from his strikes sent her reeling.
She had to end this fast.
She channeled every ounce of her power, her cards forming into massive constructs—serpents of steel that coiled and struck at Magnus from every angle.
He roared, his axes spinning in a deadly arc, cutting through the constructs like paper.
But he wasn’t fast enough.
A single misstep.
Seraphis took advantage of it.
Her final card shot forward, slicing through his throat.
Magnus gurgled, his massive form crashing to the ground.
Three down.
The Final Duel – Salazar Grimm Von
Silence.
Only one remained.
Salazar Grimm Von stepped forward. Unlike the others, he did not rush. He simply raised a single hand.
A pulse of black energy erupted from his palm.
Seraphis barely had time to brace herself before she was flung backward, crashing through the ruins.
She gasped, blood filling her mouth.
Salazar was on her in an instant.
A hand closed around her throat.
"You are strong," he mused, his voice calm, almost amused. "But not strong enough."
Seraphis gritted her teeth.
With a single thought, she willed every remaining card to converge.
A thousand razor-sharp blades screamed toward Salazar from all directions.
He raised a barrier—black energy swirling around him. But Seraphis had planned for this.
The cards changed shape midair, twisting into chains. They wrapped around Salazar, constricting him, draining his strength.
His eyes widened for the first time.
Seraphis summoned one last blade.
And plunged it through his heart.
For a moment, silence.
Then, the mighty Salazar Grimm Von crumbled to dust.
The End of the Von Family
The battlefield was quiet. The last of the Von family had fallen.
Seraphis stood amidst the ruins, her body broken, her breath ragged.
It was over.
She turned away, watching as the remnants of the enemy forces scattered into the night. The war had ended.
She had won.