Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world
Chapter 209: The Empyrean [3]

Chapter 209: The Empyrean [3]

Dust and blood hung in the air, and the ground trembled faintly beneath scorched rubble.

Naevora blinked and her vision was still swimming from the pain.

Her body screamed with every movement, but her gaze locked onto the spear lying just a few feet away, half-buried in the debris.

She reached out with trembling fingers and gripped the shaft.

Ether surged and golden sparks burst out from her palm, racing along her skin as her core pulsed violently in her chest.

"Hughrrhh... haa... I can still move."

Her breath was ragged, but her knees straightened and she rose slowly using the spear like a crutch.

Golden arcs of energy snapped across her body, lighting the broken ground around her.

Lingsha turned, and she raised an eyebrow curiously "Still getting up?" she muttered.

Above, the sky darkened.

Ether streaked through the clouds in flashes and lines of golden lightning rained down around Naevora’s body, cracking the earth with each strike.

Using the distraction from the light, she reached for her storage ring and pulled out a healing vial, uncorked it with her teeth, and drank the whole thing in one breath before tossing the glass aside.

Her wounds didn’t heal fully... but it’s enough.

The bleeding slowed and bones realigned as her skin stitched just enough to stay upright.

She gritted her teeth, lowered her stance, and let the ether surge through her limbs.

"Round two, I guess..." she muttered, gripping the spear in her remaining arm.

Lingsha tilted her head slightly "For an SS rank, you’re better than most. That stubborn streak is wasted."

She offered her hand casually. "Work under me. I’ll let you live."

Naevora spat blood at her feet and wiped her mouth "Shut up, bitch. I don’t need your pity. Or your leash."

She took one step forward, her heel dragging across the dirt "I’m getting out of this fight alive... on my own terms."

The ground split open behind her as ether blasted outward from her feet and she dashed forward.

Her core burned harder now.

This was her core burning itself down. And she knew it.

But she didn’t care.

Naevora spun the spear with one arm and thrust forward, aiming for Lingsha’s chest.

Lingsha twisted out of the way and went for a counter, but Naevora followed with a sudden kick to the side of her knee.

CRACK!

The joint bent slightly, and Lingsha stumbled.

Naevora pressed the moment and stabbed forward, her grip rotating to swing the spear’s rear end upward into Lingsha’s jaw- THWACK!

Blood splattered from Lingsha’s lip.

Lingsha ducked low, aiming a brutal uppercut and Naevora blocked it with the shaft but the force still sent her flying back, skidding along the dirt in a cloud of dust.

She coughed and nearly vomited blood but didn’t stop.

"HAAAH-!"

She stomped the ground and launched forward again, teleporting right in front of her.

The two clashed in the middle of the ruins.

Naevora’s spear slashed across Lingsha’s shoulder, tearing muscle.

Lingsha responded by grabbing her by the throat and slamming her into a stone pillar-CRUNCH!

Naevora shoved the spear backward into Lingsha’s ribs and twisted.

Lingsha drove her knee into Naevora’s stomach, knocking the air out of her.

Naevora collapsed to one knee... but she didn’t fall.

Her core was burning away as the fibers unraveled one by one.

She raised the spear and the runes flickered again.

Ashen Rune: Final Will.

The spear flared and she charged, even as her legs buckled beneath her, even as her remaining wing disintegrated.

She rammed into Lingsha, stabbing her but Lingsha’s hand caught the shaft and landed a devastating punch to Naevora’s shoulder, breaking the collarbone.

Another to her cheek- THWACK!, snapping her jaw sideways.

Then a hook into her stomach and blood poured from her lips.

Lingsha slammed her to the ground with both hands and began pummeling.

CRACK. CRACK. CRACK.

Bone.

Face.

Rib.

Naevora’s body writhed but her fingers still gripped the spear.

Her eye was swollen and one leg wasn’t moving anymore.

Still she stared up at Lingsha.

Lingsha grabbed her spear and tore it from her hand, tossing it aside.

"Lie down already," she said coldly.

Naevora coughed once and blood dribbled down her chin.

"...Go fuck yourself."

Hearing this, Lingsha raised her foot and slammed it on her face, pushing it down the debris.

"Haarghhh!"

Meanwhile, Brandon was trying to kick out of the device, but it was useless.

His muscles strained, blood poured down his leg, and his missing arm throbbed with a pain that made his vision blur.

"Naevora..." His gaze trembled as he saw Naevora giving her everything to fight the Empyrean.

For the first time in his life, a sense of powerlessness washed over him.

He want to rip out of this damn device and go save Naevora... but he is powerless.

"Brandon..."

Suddenly he heard a familiar voice, which surprised him, and he turned to the left side.

Rushing across the uneven ground, bleeding, limping, covered in ash and dirt, was Yverine.

Her silver flames no longer burned around her body and her skin was bruised and her clothes were shredded by the earlier impact, revealing her breasts and dark nipples.

But she was alive.

"S-Sister Yve...?"

She reached him, dropped to her knees, and wrapped her arms around the containment device.

"We need to get out of here now while Master is keeping that monster busy."

She gripped the metal structure and tried to lift the entire thing with him still trapped inside.

Her muscles tensed and veins popped along her arms, but it wouldn’t budge.

"Damn it...! It’s too heavy..."

Blood trickled from her lip as she coughed.

Her trembling fingers ran along the outer shell, feeling for a trigger, a latch... anything.

Then, she found it.

A round indentation just beneath Brandon’s side.

She pressed it in and Click-SSHHHUUUUM!

In a flash of compressed ether, the containment device shrunk into a small coin-sized disk, falling into her hand.

Brandon collapsed forward, breathing hard, clothes torn and soaked in blood.

"Brandon..." Yverine whispered and her voice shaked as she looked at the state he was in.

He looked like he’d been to hell and dragged back.

But before she could even offer comfort, Brandon pushed himself up and grabbed her hand with his only hand.

"No Sister Yve... before we leave... my mobile."

She blinked in confusion "We don’t have time-!"

But he cut her off "We need to call Charlotte... or Elize. Naevora can’t beat her alone! If we don’t do something, she’ll-"

He choked on his words and the desperation in his voice made Yverine pause.

Then, she nodded "...Alright."

Her eyes darted across the rubble. and she followed the trail of Brandon’s bloodied crawl, saw the small black device lying near a shattered column, half-buried in dust.

She darted toward it, stumbling slightly from the pain in her leg.

"Come on... come on..."

She dropped to her knees and dug through the dirt before taking it out.

The screen was cracked and one corner was chipped, but it still lit up.

She turned and ran back to Brandon, sliding next to him.

"Here."

Brandon grabbed it and with his only hand, his thumb flicked through the emergency menu.

Fingers trembled and blood smeared the screen.

He opened the preset contact list.

His gaze flicked between two names:

[Elize - Home]

[Charlotte - Emergency Line]

Then he slammed both.

The calls rang.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

A soft voice came through "...Kael?"

It was Elize.

Brandon choked on his words, "A-Aunt Elize.. here-"

Before he could continue further, he heard her voice again "Kael, throw the mobile away!"

Upon hearing this, he didn’t hesitate and threw the mobile away.

BOOM!

The mobile blasted in mid-air with a distortion in space.

The shockwave blasted the rubble aside, and the air itself peeled open with a loud, spine-ripping sound.

A spatial fissure formed, ripping left to right... like the dungeon itself had been sliced open.

From the spatial fissure, a foot stepped out...