Blade of the Goddess

Mountains crumbled and entire valleys split apart as Tessa and Freya clashed, neither holding back as spells detonated like warheads and fists shattered the air itself.

"How dare you, Sentinel! You were built to serve the gods! Your master has fallen, stay out of my way!" Freya's voice was laced with venom, each word echoing through the battlefield as their fight tore its way across Alfheim.

Rage consumed Freya. Her own people had abandoned her, and worse, Nemrith had allied with demons, making it far too easy for Zion to convert her followers to Luminera. If she couldn't reclaim them, she would erase them, burn everything down, and start again.

"Sorry, girl, I may have merged with them, but I'm not a Sentinel," Tessa snarled, charging through a blazing magic circle. "I'm Tessa, Zion's personal AI assistant." Her arm morphed into a razor-sharp blade as she clamped a hand around Freya's face, but Freya vanished in a flash before the strike could land.

Hovering above, Freya conjured a glowing circle in her palm and crushed it like glass. The fragments dissolved into streaks of light, streaking into the heavens as the world itself began to tremble. The air grew heavy, the sky tearing with crackling energy.

"I don't give a damn what you are," Freya roared. "You fall here. [Cataclysm]!"

The ground screamed as the spell ignited, a tidal wave of raw force tearing across the land, swallowing mountains and ripping apart the horizon in a single, merciless surge.

Tessa, unfazed by the catastrophic surge of [Cataclysm], stood her ground. She raised a single hand, and a pulse erupted from her body, a fusion of raw mana and electromagnetic energy. The wave expanded outward, tearing through the battlefield like a silent storm. In an instant, Freya's spell shattered, its destructive force erased as though it never existed.

"W-What… how is that possible?" Freya's voice cracked with disbelief. Even a sentinel couldn't negate divine magic on this scale, yet Tessa had done it effortlessly.

"Heh," Tessa smirked. "Zion calls this the Exorcising Mana Pulse. Think of it as a magical EMP, designed to wipe out anything powered by mana. Even your divine garbage."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Freya hissed.

"Of course you don't." Tessa's smile sharpened. "You're just a stupid GODDESS!"

Freya's breath caught as a voice whispered behind her ear. She spun around. Tessa stood there, close enough to strike. But when she whipped her gaze forward again, Tessa was still in her original spot, smirking.

"Confused?" Tessa tilted her head. "I told you, I merged with the Sentinels. There were two of them." Her grin stretched, cold and merciless, echoing Zion's own. "So tell me… why wouldn't there be two of me?"

The main Tessa surged forward like a missile, forcing Freya to brace herself. The goddess summoned a shimmering hexagonal barrier with a flick of her wrist, layered in ancient runes pulsing with divine energy. But just as their eyes locked, Tessa stopped dead.

CRACK

A brutal punch slammed into Freya's back. The clone had struck from her blind spot, and the force of it sent shockwaves rippling through the sky. Freya gasped, her mind racing, magic stuttering around her like static.

Before she could recover, the real Tessa shot downward like a bolt of lightning, appearing just beneath the falling goddess. With perfect timing, she rocketed upward and smashed her fist into Freya's face. Bone and magic cracked. Blood scattered like sparks.

Above, the clone's arm morphed into a fluid, metallic lasso that wrapped tightly around Freya's torso. With a jerk, she reeled her in like a puppet on a string, then spun into a savage roundhouse kick. Her foot shifted mid-strike into a curved blade, slicing across Freya's face in a flash of red and silver.

"Ha! Nice one, other me!" Tessa cackled, her voice a mix of joy and malice as she charged a glowing orb of photon energy, supercharged by the Sentinel Matrix that merged with her own artificial body that was crafted by the knowledge of Zion's old world with the magic of this world.

The beam fired a wide, bright, and blisteringly hot blast. It slammed into Freya with devastating force, engulfing her in an explosion of burning light. The shockwave cracked the skies, and the ground below trembled from the sheer output.

Freya screamed as her body smoked and blistered, her divine body barely holding together. Even so, she refused to fall. She roared, the sound shaking mountains, her aura flaring with raw power.

"You… FUCKING… INFERIOR CREATURES!!" Freya roared, her voice echoing like thunder across the world. Runes lit up along her arms, her aura ballooning into a chaotic storm of divine wrath.

She raised her hands, incanting a spell that would rip apart the world itself.

But she never finished.

Two blades—one forged of sentinel alloy, the other sculpted from condensed mana—burst through her chest, from opposite angles, locking her in place. Blood and divine light spilled from the wounds as her power sputtered. Her breath caught. Her eyes widened.

Tessa, both versions now merging into one form, leaned in close, her eyes glowing with a cold, merciless light.

"You're no god," she said, twisting the blades. "You're just a child throwing a tantrum."

With a final surge of power, Tessa brutally twisted her blade, shoving it in deeper before ripping her weapons free. The goddess's body fell from the sky, collapsing like a shattered star.

While it may not have seemed that way, Tessa was having a difficult time fighting against Freya. She may have the power to kill a god, but her body was not divine, just very strong. Not only that, but she was going all out to win.

"Fuck, my systems are almost overloaded. That took more out of me than I thought. I need to rest for a bit." She sighed, sitting on the ground, then checked to see how Zion was doing.

While she was still helping him out in his battle, she primarily focused her processing power on her fight against Freya.

"Zion?" She called out. But he didn't answer.