The Extra's Dimensional Library

Eliath burst out laughing, cackling like a maniac. She tilted her head up at Mark.

"You really think I'll be that easy to handle, human? Then you don't know the power of us demonic beasts."

She kicked off the ground, launching herself at full speed through the air. But Mark didn't even blink. He pointed his sword downward, and light gathered at its tip.

"Stay back."

A blast of pure light magic erupted from the blade and slammed directly into Eliath's chest. She reacted as fast as she could, folding her wings in front of her to block it. The impact still hurled her back like a meteor.

BOOM.

She crashed into the ground, tearing through buildings and stone.

"It is one thing if you attack humans. It is one thing if you take our land. It is one thing if you wage war…" Mark said as he stepped forward, light swirling around him. "But what I will never allow, ever, is you laying a hand on someone close to me."

He kicked off the ground. The earth exploded behind him as he shot forward.

Eliath barely raised her head when, in the next moment, Mark was already there, his light-covered sword thrusting toward her. She swung to parry.

BOOM!

The collision shook the street. Her body was blasted back again, ripping through debris until she managed to catch herself, skidding across the cobblestone. Black blood dripped from her face.

She looked up, too late.

Mark was already there again.

Another slash came down.

"I will not let you— I will NOT let you kill me, human!" she roared, enraged beyond reason.

She caught the attack, but her hands shattered instantly under the force, snapping apart like brittle twigs, only to heal a heartbeat later. She spun for a counter-kick, but Mark slipped past effortlessly.

He moved behind her, placing a glowing hand between her shoulder blades.

"Sword of Light."

A beam of light pierced through her back, straight through one of her hearts.

Eliath screamed, her voice scraping the sky as she shot backward, flapping her wings weakly. She landed several meters away, clutching her chest. The wound bled heavily, the regeneration far slower due to the vital organ struck.

"One down," Mark said coldly. "I will make you suffer for ever daring to touch my sister."

Eliath trembled—shaking with fury.

"I'LL RIP YOU INTO A THOUSAND SHREDS! I'LL DRINK YOUR BLOOD, HUMAN!" she shrieked, flying into the sky and launching herself down at full speed.

Her blade ignited with dark flames as she swung. Mark met her mid-air, his own blade blazing with light.

The moment they clashed, light and darkness collided like two storms.

CRACK—BOOOM!

Only Eliath was sent flying, tearing another path through buildings.

She didn't pause—couldn't pause. She launched forward again, attacking from every angle with wild, explosive strikes, each swing born from desperation and madness.

"This can't be! I REFUSE THIS!" she screamed. "I was chosen! Chosen by my lord Aragon!"

Eliath let out a roar as her body twisted and contorted. In the next moment, she transformed, her true form emerging. From the waist down, she became a massive serpent, scales black and glistening, her long tail coiling across the ground. From the waist up remained her human shape, though twisted and monstrous, her wings still spread across her back.

This was the real her.

Driven to desperation, she reverted to her original form. She loathed the idea that a human could harm her to this extent, and now she was ready to go all out, ready to destroy him.

Mark smiled when he saw her.

"It seems I managed to force you into your true form, you demonic beast," he said. "But this ends now."

He stepped forward.

Eliath lunged, her massive serpent body slamming against the stone as she shot forward. Her elongated black claws extended, swiping for his throat with murderous intent, but Mark vanished from her sight.

He reappeared above her.

A barrage of light descended instantly. Dozens of blades of pure light rained down, each one cutting through her flesh, slicing deep, nearly carving her entire body apart.

Eliath screamed, her shriek shaking the air, as every blade tore into her.

She crashed against the ground, her enormous serpent body writhing. She tried to skid away, dragging herself backward in panic and pain, leaving a trail of dark blood behind her.

But Mark was not going to let her escape. He landed on the ground and watched her struggle to get away and heal, and then with a smile he slashed, releasing a sword arc that cut deep into her again. She let out another screech.

"Screw you," she roared in her twisted form, but her head was met with a light blade that cut through it, leaving a deep gash. Before she could scream again, he attacked again and cut into her head.

At this point, she had come to realize that she was nowhere near Mark's league. She was a prodigy, a special demonic beast born under special conditions. She was taken care of by her master, and that made her believe she was a grand being.

She had no idea of what the strength of humans could be. She believed all of them were weak and even their strongest would never be greater than her. But she had been gravely mistaken. Her ignorance and pride had led her to this current situation.

She realized a new emotion inside her, fear. Fear for this human that was walking her down right now, fear for her life. She didn't want to die. Her face twisted into one of terror, realizing the situation she had brought herself into.

"It's too late to realize you are weaker than me," Mark's voice reached her ears. "You should have known from the get-go, there is no way I would ever lose to a newborn demonic beast like you." He said and then walked to her head. She looked at him with burning eyes, a mix of fear and rage. She opened her mouth to speak, but before words came out, her head left her body, and everything went dark.