Can you avoid becoming a monster if you walk the path of hate?
Noche L. Grim has sworn revenge against Edward Death, and while her strength is unparalleled compared to the average Create User, it's pathetic against his seven Birds of Death.
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Bones snapped and crunched, screams filled the world as the soil drank in blood. DeathTech's ten flesh warping abominations was slaughtering the hundred Cross soldiers. Noche froze as skin was torn from a man's face – which fused on contact to a DeathTech soldier's punch.
The faceless man fell to the ground and crawled towards the blonde. "H-Help me. Please."
His spine snapped with a loud crack under the weight of the DeathTech soldier's boot. Noche's wooden oar transformed into her black sword, the Omni-Oar, as the DeathTech soldier approached. Her breathing sped up and she raised her sword to a fighting stance.
The dark blade severed arm from shoulder. It cut through meat and bone as easily as air. Yet the DeathTech soldier was undeterred. If it felt pain, it did not show it, as its left fist rose towards Noche's chest.
It took every fiber of muscle for her to dodge back in time. That fist was an inch away from her face and it flew past her with the weight of a freight train. If the flesh fusion didn't kill her the sheer strength of this one soldier would.
Punch after punch was thrown at her at staggering speed. Even with one arm it was faster than her. She had stamina to put most athletes to shame, but even she couldn't operate at her best for a long period of time, and this soldier demanded her best.
Noche's eyes widened when its missing arm regenerated. She tried to dodge, but there wasn't enough time – a barrier of water was created. The shield held true. No direct skin contact was made as the attack nicked her. Yet that nick held the force of a meteor.
Stars danced around Noche's eyes as the world spun. She took a step back, but in her dizziness she slipped. Everything blurred as she landed on her back. The DeathTech soldier loomed above her; fear dug its cold talons into her heart.
She was going to fail.
Every inch of Noche's pallid flesh was pricked by pins. Lightning shot up her spine and to her outstretched fingers. Overwhelming anxiety took over. The monster lunged, her screams intermingled with another's, she thrust her dark blade forward.
The impact came sooner than expected. Her eyes trailed up to a solider, but not one of DeathTech's. They locked eyes and time froze. It was the man who drove her here. It was Rowan.
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His eyes flickered down to the black sword and the growing red stain on his torso. Noche's trembling fingers lifted off the blade. The DeathTech soldier towered behind the man.
"W-Why?"
His eyes went white, his face bubbled like sulfuric acid, and his corpse fused into the approaching soldier's body.
