The Incubus System Chapter 1502. Choice III
The Incubus System Chapter 1502. Choice III
Nathan charged. The arena floor cracked beneath his step as holy light burst behind him. Fast. Much faster than before.
His sword came down like falling judgment.
I stepped aside by a hair.
The blade slammed into the floor, carving a glowing line through the white stone.
Before he could recover, two floating blades shot toward my ribs.
I twisted, deflecting one with my dark blade and letting the other skim past my shoulder.
My camouflage flickered.
He noticed.
His smile widened.
“There you are.”
“Still here.”
I kicked him in the chest.
Not hard enough to break bone.
Hard enough to send him sliding backward across the arena floor.
He caught himself with the wing. Badly.
The wing flared, stabilizing him, but pain crossed his face.
I saw it again.
The wing was not truly part of him yet.
It was attached.
Forced.
A weapon pretending to be a blessing.
I lowered my blade. “Nathan.”
He snarled. “Stop talking and fight me! Seriously!”
“Oh, this is serious.” I pointed my dark blade at the golden threads around his wing. “That thing is hurting you.”
For a second, his expression cracked again. His eyes burned. “Pain is purification.”
I grimaced. “Wow. That is not your line.”
The six floating blades spread wider.
Nathan lifted his sword again.
The arena walls glowed brighter.
Somewhere above us, unseen and silent, I knew Aurelion watched his borrowed hand move.
I smiled under the mask. Focused. “Okay then.”
Darkness tightened around my blade.
“If you won’t come home nicely…” I lowered my stance. “I’ll drag your ass home ugly.”
Nathan’s face darkened.
The holy glow in his eyes tried to smooth him out, tried to polish all that anger into righteous silence, but it failed for one tiny second. His pride leaked through. His irritation. His absolute hatred of me talking like that in the middle of his dramatic holy upgrade moment.
Nathan lunged.
Fast.
Much faster than before.
The wing behind him flared once, and his body shot forward like a white arrow fired from Heaven’s own bow. The seven swords around him spun into formation, one in his hand, six floating behind him like burning satellites.
The first strike came straight for my neck.
Clean.
Precise.
No wasted motion.
Okay.
Credit where credit was due.
He had improved.
I tilted my head.
The blade passed so close to my mask that the silver surface reflected holy fire.
Then I stepped in.
Not back.
In.
Because most people dodged away from a sword.
I had trained in that hell hole.
That abyss.
Compared to that?
Nathan was nothing.
His eyes widened as I entered his space, my shoulder slipping past his wrist. My dark blade tapped his sword’s guard, not cutting, not striking hard, just nudging the angle wrong.
His entire attack collapsed.
I spun around him, my shoulder brushing his arm, and slammed my elbow into his ribs. Not full power. Just enough.
Nathan grunted and skidded sideways.
Two floating swords launched immediately toward my back.
I vanished.
[Teleportation]
The swords stabbed empty air.
I reappeared above him.
Nathan looked up too late.
I dropped heel-first toward his shoulder.
He twisted, raising three swords to block.
The impact cracked the air.
Holy light burst outward in a ring. My white angel wings spread behind me while black sparks rolled off my boots. For a moment, I looked down at him from above, silver mask shining, dark blade in hand, angel wings spread wide.
Yeah.
I felt it.
That wrongness. That strange, impossible balance.
I looked like an angel.
Moved like a demon.
Fought like something Heaven should have erased and Hell should have crowned.
A corrupted angel.
Or maybe…
A corrected contradiction.
Nathan shoved upward with a snarl.
I let the force throw me back instead of resisting, flipping once in the air before landing lightly on the arena floor.
The spectators weren’t visible, but the walls glowed brighter.
Aurelion was watching.
Let him watch.
Nathan’s six floating swords split apart.
Two went low.
Two went high.
Two circled wide.
His main blade pointed directly at my chest. “Radiant Execution.”
The six swords shot forward at different angles.
Calculated.
A cage of blades.
If I dodged left, the low sword would cut my leg. If I jumped, the high pair would cross through my torso. If I stepped back, the wide blades would close behind me. And Nathan came through the center, using the attack as pressure.
I exhaled.
[Shadow Barrier]
A dark circle formed under my feet. A curved shell, thin as glass but black as ink. The first two swords struck it and sparked, holy light screaming against shadow. I didn’t hold the barrier fully. That would waste energy. Instead, I angled it.
The swords slid off.
The high pair crossed past my head.
The wide blades closed in.
I snapped my fingers.
[Telekinesis]
The left sword jerked midair. Not much. Enough to slam into the right one.
Holy metal rang as the two blades collided and spun away.
Nathan’s main sword thrust for my chest.
I sidestepped half a step.
His blade grazed my clothes but never touched skin.
I caught his wrist.
He tried to pull back.
I leaned close to his masked-splattered holy fury and whispered, “Too predictable.”
Then I headbutted him.
Mask to forehead.
-Thunk!
Nathan staggered back, eyes flashing with pure insult.
He recovered quickly, spinning his sword in a tight arc toward my waist.
I teleported again.
Behind him.
His wing twitched.
He sensed me and pivoted, sweeping one floating blade backward.
I ducked under it, slid along the floor, and cut, not at his body, but at the golden thread connecting the floating blade to his aura.
My dark blade hit the thread.
-Snap!
One sword flickered out.
Nathan gasped.
[Enemy Formation: One Blade Disconnected]
[Remaining Radiant Blades: 5]
His head snapped toward me. “What did you do?”
“House cleaning.”
He roared and attacked.
More pressure this time.
Less control.
The five blades spun faster, forming rings of light. He came at me with a series of strikes. Downward cut, side slash, thrust, reverse cut, wing-assisted spin.