CLEAVER OF SIN
Chapter 103: Orvak

Chapter 103: Orvak

With a smile, Wuthenya’s soul-bound weapon materialized in her hands, a pair of sleek, black twin daggers. Then, in an instant, she appeared directly in front of Orvak. No movement technique, no Astra, just pure, unadulterated physical strength.

Her dagger carved through the air with maddening grace, arcing toward Orvak’s neck. But the Sinvaira simply took a single step back, an amused smile lingering on his face. The dagger sliced through the space where his throat had just been.

"Put some strength into your attacks. I haven’t made a move in centuries, don’t bore me," Orvak said calmly, sidestepping another incoming strike with insulting ease.

Wuthenya immediately vanished from her position, reappearing several meters back. She clenched her jaw. What Orvak said was true. Her life was on the line, she was battling someone leagues above her. There was no room for reservation. She couldn’t afford to waste time or energy.

Astra erupted through her Astra veins like a dam bursting, her aura flaring wildly. Despite the overwhelming gap in strength, her smile widened with reckless abandon. She didn’t care for the disparity. She was a Wargrave.

The ground beneath her feet exploded in a deafening roar as she shot forward like a missile, her speed breaching the sound barrier with ease, like a bullet through paper.

Her twin daggers rose, and silver energy bloomed across their edges. Then, like the weight of a collapsing sky, her assault descended upon Orvak.

But this time, he didn’t dodge.

He smiled.

A grin mirroring Wuthenya’s stretched across his face as he raised his palm, and in a blur, struck forward.

Like two nuclear warheads colliding, daggers met palm in a burst of cataclysmic destruction. The world seemed to dye itself in silver and white, a conundrum of clashing energies surging outward in every direction.

In a flash, both combatants vanished.

Their movements weaved through the battlefield in unpredictable directions, daggers flashing through the air like streaks of silver flame, painting the darkness with deadly beauty.

The air screamed around them. The earth beneath their feet trembled with titanic force as their battle raged.

And yet, Orvak still hadn’t attacked.

He remained on the defensive, parrying every strike with a single hand while the other remained tucked calmly behind his back.

A dagger shot for his red eyes, but his left hand blurred upward, meeting it with the back of his palm. The moment the weapon made contact, the silver energy blooming across its blade exploded with a world-ending detonation, swallowing Orvak whole.

Wuthenya blurred backward, crossing a full kilometer in an instant. Her black eyes scanned the battlefield. The land lay in ruins from only a few exchanges, a storm of dust swirling violently in the aftermath.

Then, from within the swirling chaos, Orvak emerged.

Unharmed.

Both hands remained folded behind his back, his smile as calm and confident as ever.

"I have to say... your moon element is truly unique. Your speed and strength surpass that of most Voidstar Life Rankers, and you haven’t even reached the Radiant level yet. Impressive," Orvak praised casually.

Wuthenya said nothing in response. It was true, the element she had awakened was the Moon Element. It granted her command over silver lunar energy, allowing her to unleash destruction unlike many other.

[Moon Dagger Technique: Tidal Pull]

A torrent of immense silver energy erupted into the sky above, then collapsed inwards, converging around her daggers with increasing ferocity.

Then it struck.

Gravitational force surged outward in an instant. Earth, trees, rocks, foliage, everything within a kilometer radius was dragged toward Wuthenya, helplessly sucked into the center of her technique. But as they neared, they were diced to shreds by the rampant silver energy swirling around her.

Orvak felt the pull immediately, but he didn’t resist.

He welcomed it.

The silver lunar energy roared to life and consumed him completely. But Wuthenya didn’t simply stand there, she moved.

Her left dagger streaked forward, aiming directly for the Sinvaira’s forehead, threatening to cleave through Orvak’s brain.

But Orvak raised his hand casually, catching the blade between his index and middle fingers with chilling ease. Countless moon-silver slashes lashed out against his skin, exploding on impact, yet he remained unmoved. He didn’t react. He didn’t flinch. They couldn’t even injure him.

It was impossible.

Wuthenya’s eyes narrowed. Her attacks were futile, just like those of all lower-ranked beings who thought they could stand against higher realms.

Still, she only needed one attack to land.

Just one.

"This is disappointing... Wargrave," Orvak murmured, his tone sharp and final. His hand clenched into a fist, and with a speed that exceeded comprehension, possibly even the speed of light, it hurtled toward Wuthenya’s head like a divine battering ram.

The air split and detonated in her ears as the point-blank strike filled her vision. She knew immediately, there was no dodging this. She could not outpace a being who stood above Rank 10.

In that instant, she activated another technique.

The gravitational pull around them vanished entirely, as if it had never existed. Everything suspended in midair collapsed instantly to the ground.

[Moon Dagger Technique: Mirror Veil]

Her entire body shimmered in a silver radiance for a millisecond. The moment the fist collided with her head, it phased through her like mist. Behind her, the battlefield detonated with a deafening roar, the shockwave blasting outward like the wrath of a dying world. The entire plain quaked under the weight of a single missed blow.

"Hoo... nice save. I’ll give you— " Orvak began, but before he could finish his sentence, a second Wuthenya appeared behind him.

Her dagger already arced toward his neck.

But Orvak didn’t flinch.

He didn’t dodge.

He didn’t even raise a hand.

The blade struck, and shattered instantly. Like an egg thrown against a steel wall, the dagger burst into shards of useless metal.

’Such a strong physique...’ Wuthenya thought in disbelief. She hadn’t expected her weapon to break upon impact. But the clone was not finished.

With a thought, the second Wuthenya detonated, an explosion of silver blades surging outward and erasing everything within a three kilometer radius.

Wuthenya’s true body reappeared outside the range of the blast.

But her senses screamed.

"This is simply disappointing. I came here expecting at least a bit of entertainment. But it seems weaklings are weaklings for a reason," Orvak’s voice whispered coldly into her ears, from behind.

His fist shot forward again, this time faster. Sharper. Deadlier.

Wuthenya didn’t try to dodge. She couldn’t.

She didn’t have time to use her technique.

She accepted her fate as the fist engulfed her vision, ready to explode her skull into fragments of bone and blood.

’It seems... I won’t be alive to see Mother’s dream come true,’ she thought, strangely at peace.

But just as the fist was about to make contact,

A hand emerged from thin air.

It clamped down on Orvak’s wrist, stopping the blow mere centimeters from Wuthenya’s head.

A resounding boom echoed across the battlefield. The force of Orvak’s halted punch blasted Wuthenya backward like a leaf caught in a storm. Though the fist never made contact, its sheer pressure still struck her.

Her body tumbled through the air in a silver streak, but instinct guided her.

She twisted mid-air and landed gracefully, her feet dragging deep trenches into the earth as she skidded to a stop.

Her eyes snapped forward, piercing through the swirling dust storm.

Someone had interfered.

And now she waited, to see who.