Chapter 27: 3 heads over one
Sprinting through the city was something else.
Harder than they had expected.
They had to move as fast as they could while avoiding every single Night Terror they spotted.
It wasn't easy, yet they managed to maneuver through the chaos without being seen.
Whenever they got into a tight spot, an exorcist—probably one who had spotted them—would draw all the attention away. That exorcist would either end up dead within seconds or hold their ground, fighting for as long as their strength allowed.
At this point, Asher felt his hand almost fully healed, able to move with only a slight sting of pain.
He could tell he had gotten stronger. But it still wasn't enough.
His goal remained the same.
To conquer the game's difficulty with raw power.
So he wouldn't suffer the loss he once did.
Despite never being able to connect much with Melissa while growing up, he couldn't help but hold her close to his heart.
Maybe it was some strange bond between blood-linked exorcists.
Or maybe... it was because of the life he had lived before the game.
His mother had died long before he could even learn to speak.
He had lived with his father and three siblings in a wealthy estate... until death.
Maybe that was it.
The yearning.
The unbearable urge to feel motherly love.
CLAMP!
Fey's hand gripped Asher's shirt tightly, yanking him back roughly until his back collided with the cold wall.
At first, he was startled, confused.
But then, spotting Nimora doing the same, he knew there was trouble.
With patience, Asher waited, his breath steady, until he felt Fey's grasp loosen.
When it did, he carefully peeked over the corner, mindful of the debris beneath his feet, making sure to avoid even the smallest noise.
His eyes crossed the barricade—
And his gaze locked onto the grotesque beast.
Larger than any Night Terror.
Towering.
Its three heads shifted unnaturally, scanning the area with predatory hunger.
The aura it emitted was suffocating, far more terrifying than the others.
And its strength? Unimaginable.
It cut through exorcists like a reaper's blade.
One strike.
One kill.
Even high-ranked exorcists who underestimated its speed were felled in an instant.
'It has a stronger poison effect than the others... No wonder it's able to kill them in one move.'
Asher's mind raced.
Could the three of them take it on?
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Even with his healing, there was no doubt—one strike, and he'd be dead.
No exceptions.
"What—do—we do?"
Fey's words came out strained, as though forcing them through clenched teeth, his voice barely louder than the distant crackling flames and the relentless clashes of battle.
Nimora remained silent.
But Asher knew her thoughts were no different from his own.
He straightened his back slowly, making sure not to disturb a single rock beneath his feet.
"We wait."
Their best bet was luck.
Either the beast would move on, or a group of high-ranked exorcists would take it down.
Or, if luck wasn't on their side...
It would find them first.
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Somewhere Else—
Queen Melissa's fortitude was unwavering.
Her eyes locked onto the grotesque figure before her, devoid of fear.
A man-turned-monster.
Redrics was no longer the man she once knew.
His upper body had grotesquely enlarged, his chest expanding unnaturally.
Jagged teeth filled his mouth, stretching in a predatory grin.
White spikes tore through his back, shredding his once-pristine uniform.
And the dark aura—
It radiated from him, thick and heavy like the Night Terrors themselves.
He was no longer human.
Or had he ever been?
"So this is borrowed power from the very beasts that attacked us," Queen Melissa mused, her voice calm, every word deliberate.
She was delicate in her speech yet unwaveringly confident.
"Is this what you intend to beat me with?"
Redrics snarled like a rabid beast, his new body twitching with barely contained power.
And then he spoke—
"Yes. This is what I will use to murder you—"
Melissa's eyes sharpened.
"One question."
Her voice cut through his as effortlessly as a blade.
"Did you conceal yourself as a spy within my kingdom... or are you merely a possessed fool?"
The coldness in her tone grew, sharpening like ice.
For a brief moment, the intensity of her stare matched that of Nimora's—
A heartless, killing gaze.
Redrics hesitated.
And then, with a twisted grin, he laughed.
"This has always been my form," he spat. "But I had to leave my true power hidden for decades to work under you, witch."
Melissa remained unreadable.
She could not tell if she was speaking to Redrics himself or the thing that had twisted him.
But either way—
It didn't matter.
"Is that so?"
Her fingers reached for her sword—
Then stopped.
Instead, she slid the blade back into its scabbard.
And in that very instant—
Red fumes erupted from her body.
A surge of immense, crushing power.
The sheer weight of it slammed into Redrics.
His monstrous feet trembled beneath him.
His breath hitched.
For the first time, the twisted creature that had become Redrics felt pressure.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
He had gained power beyond human limits.
But this woman—
This terrifying woman—
Still stood above him.
"Now—"
Melissa's voice rang clear, slicing through the dense air.
"Where are my children I left in your care?"
Each word carried weight.
As if each syllable added more force upon Redrics' shoulders.
Sweat dripped from his grotesque forehead.
This was Queen Melissa.
The Queen of Exorcists.
The most terrifying figure in the kingdom.
But still—
Despite the overwhelming aura crashing down on him like an ocean wave, Redrics gritted his jagged teeth.
He forced himself to stay calm.
Because even in the face of this monster of a woman—
He still had a plan.
One he believed could work.
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