Divine Mask: I Have Numerous God Clones

After effortlessly dispatching the Emberhart patriarch, Roxana turned her attention to Lucas, who was standing calmly, facing the two remaining Emberhart elders. A faint smirk tugged at her lips, amused by the scene unfolding before her.

The two elders, their faces twisted in fury and desperation, exchanged a glance before charging at Lucas, their fists igniting with flames. "You'll pay for this!" one of them bellowed, his voice shaking with rage. The air around them crackled with heat as they unleashed their strongest attack—Flaming Dragon Fist.

"Die!" the other elder shouted, the fiery glow from his fists intensifying as both hurled themselves at Lucas with all their might.

But Lucas didn't move. He stood still, his expression as calm and indifferent as ever. The elders' fiery punches struck his body, the flames licking at his skin like they were hungry for blood. Yet, nothing happened. The fire sputtered harmlessly against him, leaving no mark, no damage—nothing.

The elders faltered, their eyes wide with shock. "W-What…?" one of them stammered, disbelief creeping into his voice.

Lucas let out a soft, almost mocking chuckle, his cold, bored smile never leaving his face. "Is that really the best you can do?" His voice was low, filled with disdain, as if their strongest attack wasn't even worth his time.

"You…" the second elder growled, his voice shaking with both anger and fear. "What are you?!"

Lucas met their eyes, his expression darkening, a dangerous glint flashing in his gaze. "Me?" he said, his voice eerily calm. "I'm the one who's going to end this."

With a casual flick of his wrist, Lucas raised his hand, dark energy swirling around his fingers like a deadly vortex. The air itself seemed to ripple as he summoned his power, and a rift began to form between him and the two elders.

The elders' eyes widened in terror as they felt the energy shift, the gravity of what was about to happen settling in. "No… wait—"

But it was too late.

"Void Rend," Lucas said softly, his voice almost a whisper. Enjoy exclusive content from M V L

The invisible force slashed through the space between them, and in an instant, the two elders were torn apart. Their bodies split as though reality itself had ripped them to shreds, and they crumpled lifelessly to the ground, their eyes frozen wide in shock as death claimed them.

Roxana watched with a smirk, her eyes gleaming with amusement as she observed Lucas effortlessly tear through the Emberhart elders. The ease with which he dispatched them was nothing short of impressive, and the satisfaction on her face reflected that. "Your skill is quite nice," she commented, her voice carrying a playful edge as she folded her arms, clearly entertained by the display.

Lucas let out a soft chuckle, his demeanor relaxed. "Yeah," he replied, as if what he'd just done was of little consequence.

Stretching her arms, Roxana's eyes sparkled with anticipation. "So, what's next?" she asked, the eagerness in her tone unmistakable.

Lucas's smirk darkened, his gaze shifting toward the horizon. "Of course…" he began, his voice dropping low, filled with cold intent, "we decimate their entire family."

Roxana's smile widened, her excitement palpable. "Now that sounds like fun," she said, her voice barely containing her thrill at the thought of what was to come.

Without exchanging another word, the two took to the skies, their forms slicing through the wind as they soared above the Emberhart family mansion. The sprawling estate stretched out beneath them, its residents blissfully unaware of the doom that loomed just above.

Hovering in the air, Roxana glanced down at the mansion, her eyes narrowing with a gleam of malicious anticipation. "Let's make this… interesting," she murmured, her voice soft but filled with menace.

With a single fluid motion, Roxana raised her hand, her power surging to the surface. The air around her vibrated with raw energy as she channeled the full might of her Volcanic Dragon abilities.

The ground below began to tremble violently, cracks forming beneath the mansion as molten energy from deep within the earth surged upward.

"Volcanic Eruption!" Roxana shouted, her voice filled with triumph.

In an instant, a massive eruption exploded from beneath the Emberhart mansion, shaking the very foundations of the earth.

Fire and magma burst forth with terrifying force, like the wrath of a long-dormant volcano brought to life. The ground beneath the estate split apart, molten lava surging upward, consuming everything in its path with merciless heat.

The flames roared, their intensity unmatched, as the magma tore through the estate. Walls that had once stood tall crumbled as though they were made of paper, towers collapsing under the overwhelming weight of Roxana's sheer power.

The mansion, once a symbol of the Emberhart family's prestige, was now nothing more than a fiery inferno.

Roxana hovered above, watching with an unbothered smile. Her eyes gleamed with a cold, detached satisfaction. "I expected a little more resistance," she mused, her voice soft, almost disappointed. "But they were too weak, weren't they?"

Lucas hovered beside her, his eyes fixed on the destruction below. "Weakness is a trait shared by most of them," he replied, his voice calm and emotionless. "They never stood a chance."

Within moments, the entire Emberhart estate had been reduced to rubble and ash, the flames consuming every last trace of its existence.

The once-grand mansion, a monument to power and pride, was now obliterated. The cries of those inside were silenced in an instant, their lives snuffed out by the relentless fire.

Roxana's eyes followed the dancing flames, a twisted sense of satisfaction spreading across her features. "Screams can be such a lovely sound," she remarked, her tone light, as if commenting on something mundane. "But the silence that follows... now that's true beauty."

Lucas turned to look at her, his expression unreadable, but there was a glint of approval in his eyes. "You're enjoying this," he observed, his voice edged with curiosity.

"Of course," Roxana replied with a smirk, her gaze still locked on the smoldering ruins below. "There's something so... final about destruction. Don't you think?"

Lucas didn't respond immediately, but his faint smile said enough. After a moment, he nodded. "It's fitting," he said quietly. "They deserved nothing less."

With the flames still raging behind them, Roxana stretched her arms, her tone casual and bored. "Well, that was fun," she said with a shrug. "But I'm starting to wonder if we'll find a challenge in any of the others."

Lucas's eyes narrowed as he thought of the next family in line for their revenge. "We'll see soon enough," he said, his voice low. "There are still plenty left."

Roxana's smirk widened, her excitement reigniting. "Good," she replied, her eyes flashing with anticipation. "Let's not waste any more time, then."

With one final glance at the flames below, they both shot into the sky, leaving the charred remains of the Emberhart family behind them.