My Magical System

The Queen released a beam of dark nectar once again.

Eman narrowed his eyes.

"Ameross!" He called out calmly.

A roar answered from above.

CRACK-BOOM!

Ameross, the Guardian Storm Dragon, descended through thunderclouds. He spiraled around the beam of darkness, then opened his jaw.

|Dragon Breath: Cyclone Roar!|

The two beams collided—the black nectar and the emerald storm. Locking in mid-air, a blinding explosion followed that swallowed the sky above.

Everything went white.

Then silence.

A sudden gust of wind came. From the epicenter, Eman burst forth. His whole being cloaked in radiant energy—emerald horns shimmered brighter. Lifting his hand, now claws, he plunged toward the queen, slicing through the sky with unnatural speed.

The Queen barely had time to react.

SLASH!

His claws produced emerald gale—sharp enough to break her very tough shell.

He struck her once. Then again. Each hit carved away her tough armor, breaking through layers of her monstrous form.

The Queen screamed— high-pitched, broken, and desperate. But still refused to die. It probably did not expect someone could hurt her in her current form.

Eman also realized. His attacks weren't enough to bring the queen down. Even with such a huge leap in his power, to the point he jumped some stages in the soul category— from fountain to sea, instantly—he still had to respect the enemy's unfathomable power.

Eman closed his eyes as he surged up into the sky—high enough to look down at his opponent. His majestic figure cloaked by silver wind and emerald radiant, suddenly halted just below the stormy cloud—as if gravity and time had paused for a moment.

Then suddenly—

A pristine white sword materialized in his left hand. In his right hand, a second weapon emerged: a sleek, dark-red blade with a slightly creepy design.

The Killing Sword.

"This sword possessed a unique passive ability: with every wound I inflicted on the enemy, it inflicted "Weakness" on them. The effect didn't just reduce the enemy's health—it also applied a debuff that lowered their overall stats across the board."

The passive only applies when the attack succeeds. But against the queen, Eman found the Killing Sword useless as it could not hurt it. Even the Legendary Spirit Sword wasn't effective enough against it.

Such power of the queen.

Then why did he summon them despite their ineffectiveness?

That's because he found a way to make it effective.

Eman then fused the two swords. The Legendary Spirit Sword combined with the Killing Sword.

A new sword emerged, it was bigger and looked more majestic.

The new name emerged.

[Requiem Sword]

It floated before him, its form a perfect balance of light and red. The hilt shimmered white, while the blade shifted between red and silver, flickering with the essence of spirit and death. It pulsed with power—untamed and absolute.

Below, the Corrupted Queen Bee screeched, her broken form still massive and terrifying. Her wings beat furiously, generating waves of black wind that crushed the air around her.

But Eman didn't hesitate.

With a single motion, he gripped the hilt of the Requiem Sword and vanished—propelled toward the enemy by a burst of emerald wind.

BOOM!

He reappeared mid-air, right in front of the titanic monster's face. She swung a claw—but he ducked under it, slashing across her limb in a glowing arc.

Requiem Slash!

In his vision, a notification could be read—stating weakness debuff was applied.

The Queen screamed. Her claw, once unbreakable, now showed deep cracks.

Another flash. Eman spun and delivered a downward strike to her shoulder.

Another notification came: [Weakness stack: x2]

Her massive frame began to falter. Her corrupted aura flickered, destabilizing.

The winds roared as Eman darted around her like a phantom, delivering blow after blow, each one empowered by the Requiem Sword's nature. Spirit energy cleansed her corruption while the Killing Sword's passive shredded her power.

[Weakness stack: x7]

She tried to fight back—launching a beam of dark nectar from her mouth.

Eman crossed the blade in front of him.

Using one of the many skills in his arsenal, the beam shattered as it hit a spiraling shield of emerald wind.

[Wind Reversal]

It deflects the enemy's attack.

With one final leap, Eman soared into the storm-filled sky above her, then aimed his sword downward.

This time, he would try to use the skill labelled as 'Ultimate'.

[Requiem Sword: Final Cut!]

The clouds split.

Wind, spirit, and darkness collided into a single line of power as Eman descended—faster than sound, brighter than lightning.

The blade struck true—cutting through the Queen's body from crown to thorax in one, silent stroke.

SHHHHINK.

Time seemed to freeze.

Then—

BOOOOOOM!

A shockwave of emerald and crimson light exploded outward, shaking the heavens.

The Corrupted Queen let out a final, pitiful cry before her massive body disintegrated into light and dust, carried off by the winds.

A series of notifications appeared in his vision.

Eman landed softly, his fused blade fading back into energy. The winds grew still. The sky began to clear.

"It's over," he whispered, his voice carried gently by the wind.

Far below the scorched battlefield, in Rothsport Town, the chaos had reached its peak. Walls cracked, defenses burned, and soldiers bled. The streets were stained with soot and sweat, as men and women fought tooth and nail against waves of monstrous creatures—twisted abominations that once resembled harmless beasts.

And then… everything stopped.

The corrupted monsters, mid-lunge and mid-swipe, suddenly froze. Their glowing eyes flickered once… then again.

The eerie crimson faded.

The black mist surrounding their bodies evaporated like smoke in sunlight.

Then, with sharp cries and confused growls, the beasts turned and fled. Some bolted into alleyways. Others leapt over walls. Most scattered back into the nearby forest, as if waking from a nightmare.

The battlefield became still.

Soldiers stood frozen, blades halfway drawn. Archers held arrows at the ready, but there were no more targets to aim at.

A young guard dropped his spear with a clang.

"…Did we win?"

On the western barricade, Rossbert lowered his sword, panting hard. He looked toward the distant sky where the corrupted storm had cleared.

A shaft of sunlight pierced through the clouds, casting a warm golden hue over the town. In the distance, only the fading shimmer of emerald remained—faint, but unmistakable.

"Eman," Rossbert murmured. "He did it."

Atop a half-collapsed tower, Zoey stood still, her wooden sword resting against her shoulder. She watched the last of the monsters disappear into the trees.

"…They're running," she whispered. "It's really over." After saying those lines, she collapsed.

"Lady Zoey!" Candice was quick to support her.

A cheer rose from the town square.

Then another.

And another.

Within moments, the once-silent streets echoed with the sound of victory. Cries of relief, laughter, and weeping broke out among the townspeople. Some dropped to their knees in prayer. Others embraced one another. Children peeked out from shelters, blinking at the calm atmosphere.

High in the sky, the wind stirred gently—no longer violent, no longer angry. Just peaceful.