1160 Power Of Miss Calamity
At the edge of the Milkyway, dozens of black holes crashed into each other and an unbelievable suction force erupted, enough to destroy thousands of stars in a blink.
Out of this vortex where space and time were torn to shreds and the universe resorted to its most primitive form of chaos, countless glowing particles gathered together and formed a beautiful veiled figure.
"Has anyone told you?" The being that twisted these blackholes with her will looked at the figure with a distorted smile and asked.
Miss Calamity raised a brow and tapped her finger into the void. Space cracked and a force that seemed to permeate the universe unleashed itself in its blindingly divine glory.
A giant glowing hand larger than a hundred suns encircled Zahara Onyx. It didn't harm her. Physical harm seemed useless to a being of her rank anyway. Instead, a nearly tangible field of flickering starlight silver formed around the deputy head of Jai Empire's spy unit.
A force that permeated every living being in the universe called out to Zahara. The force of life itself appealed to her, requested her, cajoled her, and threatened her. All means only for one goal—the life force coerced Zahara to submit to this being in front of her.
Like all instincts, a new instinct was engraved into her DNA and into the depths of her soul.
Zahara's calm eyes shook violently as the space around her distorted and resisted the invading life force.
It wasn't enough. The life force within her own body started to riot and act against her.
As she resisted her own body, things went violent.
Zahara's skin cracked apart and blood flooded out like she was a broken dam. Her brimming vitality began to drop at a visible rate and her gaze towards Princess Calamity grew more and more servile.
As things started to grow out of control, Zahara's eyes glowed with a silvery light, and an invisible shockwave blasted around her.
The barrier separating outer space from the chaotic inner regions was blasted away. Even the boundaries of inner space were broken in a blink and Zahara Onyx stood in the center of inner space's chaotic storms, using them to shield herself from the dangerous life force.
No, it wasn't simply inner space. If she went a bit further and broke that invisible barrier, she'd enter a special zone of space. No, the special point. The one point from which all space-time originates. The core of space-time.
Even for her, standing at the edge was already taxing. But if she didn't, the consequences would be far more dire.
She could've teleported and minimized the damage. But if she fled at the beginning, Miss Calamity could easily return to the Duchy and foil the plan. So, she held on, despite the risk.
Now, it seemed like fleeing was the only option.
Even though she could return and continue to drag her down, Miss Calamity would slowly increase her upper hand. In the end, there's a definite risk of death.
As she was about to teleport, the invading life force trembled and bounced back.
Zahara didn't know the reason it happened but made no hesitation in exploiting the opportunity.
She returned to outer space and built a special space barrier around herself, consisting of wormholes that'd devour the life force and transfer them far away.
"You lose." Miss Calamity's eyes gleamed with a devilish light. Her voice was seductive and alluring. Just by listening to her, even powerful warriors would have the urge to kneel down and devote their souls to her.
"What?" Even as a woman, Zahara found it hard not to notice the charm Miss Calamity exuded. It wasn't her main mode of attack and wasn't so strong. Yet, one could only ignore it at their own peril.
Enslaving other beings didn't always need invading life force. Sometimes, a smile was enough.
"Eshala Starlight will remain incomplete," Miss Calamity smiled under the veil, her eyes glimmering with a vengeful light. "Tell her to give up any dreams of advancing. I'll catch up with her and then I'll kill her. Jai Empire will lose a pillar and the Alliance will rid itself of a demoness."
"Can't you accept reality? Your clone just died and that's why your attack was interrupted." Zahara Onyx covered her mouth and chuckled softly.
"My clone dying doesn't mean your spy winning," Miss Calamity's lips curled up and she decided to reward Baldur when she returned. The little prince from the kingdom turned out to be far more resourceful and powerful than she thought. "You should learn about it anytime now."
"What are you blab—no!" Zahara's body trembled as she felt the passing of Crimson Specter.
Not just her, in a divine palace far away in the Andromeda Galaxy, Eshala Starlight opened her eyes and glanced in the direction of Centaurus.
Her eyes glowed green like gemstones and a scene that occurred a few minutes ago in the treasury ruins of the Duchy began to play in front of her.
It was somewhat blurred and many details were hidden. But Eshala Starlight could still figure out the important parts.
The vitality-sucking demon sword Varian used didn't arouse any of her interest. But when the stable space that was supposed to deliver her the box fluctuated and Varian snatched it with ease, Princess Eshala's eyes narrowed.
The man who had been using the power of Mystic so far had suddenly displayed the power of space. Since her power was still far from perfect, she couldn't be so sure if it's his own power or the power he borrowed from the dense space formations.
It's much more likely that he manipulated the space formations he earlier used to block the spy to twist the space at the last moment.
But there's a tiny chance that he did have the power of space. Because he was at too much ease in the dangerously fluctuating space when he snatched the box. If it's anyone else, their body would instinctively be in a defensive mode.
'No, it's not possible…'
