Divine Mask: I Have Numerous God Clones

As Mirra glared at Lucas, her face contorted with fury. "Who do you think you are?" she spat, her voice shaking with barely contained rage. "Do you really think you can kill us so easily?"

Feris stepped forward, a smug grin curling on his lips. "We're 8-star elders of Necrovauld Academy," he sneered, his voice dripping with condescension. "And you? You're nothing but a foolish child."

Lucas remained silent, his expression unreadable as he looked at them both. Then, without warning, his lips curled into a faint, mocking smile. "What a bunch of idiots," he said, his voice casual, almost amused.

[Idiots indeed. I almost feel bad for them… almost,] the system chimed in, its tone laced with arrogance. [But watching them squirm? That's priceless.]

Mirra's face flushed red with anger, her eyes flashing dangerously. "You arrogant little—!" she shouted, cutting off her own words as she commanded her Nether Puppets to attack. Her voice trembled with fury as she gave the order, her body brimming with violent intent.

She activated Puppet Frenzy, her eyes gleaming with bloodlust as her two Nether Puppets moved with feral speed, attacking from all directions.

At the same time, she unleashed Soulchain Bind and Puppet Rend, summoning chains of ethereal energy and razor-sharp nether claws that tore through the air toward Lucas, ready to rip him apart.

[Oh, how original,] the system mocked, its voice dripping with shameless sarcasm. [Let's see how long this failure lasts.]
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The chains wrapped around Lucas, binding him tightly. The nether claws slashed at him with deadly force. But just like before, none of it worked. The chains held no power over him, and the claws—sharp enough to tear through magical defenses—didn't even scratch his skin.

Lucas stood there, calm and unbothered, his gaze locked on Mirra's frantic, furious assault. There was no damage, no blood. Nothing at all.

Mirra's eyes widened in disbelief, her face twisting in frustration. "What… what is this?" she stammered, her voice shaky. "Why isn't it working?"

[Because you're weak, that's why,] the system scoffed, its voice gleeful. [Even a child could see that. Oh wait—one just did.]

Lucas remained still, his expression calm, even bored. He raised his hand, and the air around him began to distort with dark, swirling energy.

"Void Rend."

With a single fluid motion, Lucas unleashed the power of Void Rend. A sharp, rift-like strike ripped through the air, and in an instant, both of Mirra's Nether Puppets were sliced apart as if they were made of nothing more than paper.

But Lucas wasn't finished.

Without hesitation, he swung his hand once more, the Void Rend slicing through the air with ruthless precision. In an instant, Mirra's legs were severed cleanly from her body, the energy crackling through her flesh like a hot knife through butter.

She collapsed to the ground, gasping in shock, now at the same height as the boy who had effortlessly dismantled everything she had thrown at him.

Lucas took a slow step forward, looking down at her, a cold smirk twisting his lips. "Now we're the same height," he said, his tone dripping with amusement, as if it was all a game to him.

[Oh, this is just too good,] the system chimed in, its voice a mix of arrogance and delight. [She thought she could stand above you, and now look at her—on her knees like the worm she is.]

Mirra's face twisted in agony and rage, her breath coming in ragged gasps. But even in her severely injured state, she refused to surrender. Her eyes glared up at Lucas, filled with fury. "I'll… I'll kill you," she snarled through gritted teeth, her voice trembling with hatred. "I'll heal… and then I'll kill you. I swear it!"

With that, she tried to activate Nether Devour, desperate to restore her broken body. But the moment she attempted to use the skill, something went terribly wrong.

Nothing happened.

Her body remained shattered, her legs still severed, her wounds unmended. Panic flooded her eyes as she struggled to understand what was happening.

"What the…?" Mirra's voice wavered, her anger giving way to confusion. "Why isn't it working? What's happening?! Why can't I heal?!"

[She really doesn't get it, does she?] the system laughed, its tone filled with gleeful mockery. [Go ahead, Lucas, tell her. She's practically begging for it.]

Lucas's smirk widened as he knelt slightly to meet her eyes, his gaze filled with dark satisfaction. "You're just figuring it out now?" he asked softly, his voice laced with cruel amusement. "I told you—find out for yourself."

Mirra's panic deepened, her eyes wide with terror as she desperately tried again to activate Nether Devour, but it was useless. "No, no, no…!" she whimpered, her voice trembling as the reality of the situation hit her. "This… this can't be happening!"

[Oh, but it is,] the system taunted shamelessly. [You can't heal, you can't fight, and now? You can't even run. How does it feel to be so… helpless?]

Before Mirra could utter another word, Lucas straightened up, raising his hand once more. The dark energy of Void Rend gathered around him, swirling with chilling ease. His expression remained calm, detached—almost bored—as if this was nothing more than a simple task to be completed.

"Time to end this."

With a swift motion, he brought the Void Rend down, the rift-like strike cutting through Mirra's body in an instant. There was no time for her to scream, no chance for her to react. In mere seconds, her body was torn apart, and the light in her eyes flickered out.

Her lifeless form crumpled to the ground, unable to heal, unable to fight back.

In the silence that followed, Feris and Velkar stood frozen, their faces etched with shock and horror. They had watched the entire scene unfold, unable to comprehend how easily Lucas had dismantled one of their own.

Lucas turned to face them, his calm smile still firmly in place. "Looks like she didn't make it," he said casually, his tone light, as if he was commenting on something as trivial as the weather.

[And you two are next,] the system added, its voice filled with dark, gleeful anticipation. [This is going to be fun.]