- Heaven's Last Breath -

The Impure Soul

- Amenet -

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Hostility and hatred. That was all I could sense from the woman before me. Just minutes ago, she welcomed Aaron with open arms, literally. But now that she wasn't getting what she wanted, we were in this situation.

I couldn't help but mirror her emotions, feeling only contempt for the woman who had caused Aaron so much trauma. There was no way I could forgive her but the only way I was going to get past her would be to kill her here.

I wondered how Aaron would react when I showed up with his mother's decapitated head. That statement sounds outrageous but from their interactions back at Aetherea's mansion, they couldn't have left on good terms.

At least eight years had passed since I found Aaron wandering the Beyondlands and I would never be able to forget what I saw from him that day. I didn't think it was possible for a young man to possess that much hatred and bloodlust and everywhere he walked, the dead bodies would pile up.

I don't know what made me save him that day. In fact, it might have been easier to kill him myself, seeing how he made the most chaotic of the nine realms bend to his will. But now that I'm stood here, I'm glad that I took a chance on the wine haired boy. And as his sister, it was up to me to deal with the root of his pain.

"You. You took my Ayaan away from me." Ishchel stared over to me, her blood red eyes sparkling with murderous intent, "He will always be my son and you cannot change that. I am his only family."

Why is it that the crazy bitches are always the most attractive? I could see where Aaron got his good looks from but that was where the similarites between mother and son stopped.

"Eh? You're seriously saying that to me? You are one fucked up momma."

I did my best to make light of the situation but I couldn't hide the fact that my blood was boiling at the sight of the woman before me.

"And who are you to tell me that? Ayaan is my son. He is mine to use however I want."

I didn't want to think about the fucked up things Ishchel was insinuating, instead drawing for my blade as I stared her down.

"No, no. You don't deserve the reward of a quick death. I will savour every drop of blood that pours from your dead body as you die slowly for taking my son from me!"

In the blink of an eye, Ishchel flew across the cloudy floor, a shining silver blade in her hands. All I could do was block her attack, feeling her incredible physical strength pushing my feet back.

My opponent was relentless, swinging her moonlit blade like a maniac. I desperately fought for an opening but Ishchel wasn't giving an inch.

Then, as I parried an overhead strike, a thunderous kick sent me flying backward over the clouds. I returned to my feet just in time to evade another surge from my opponent. I couldn't afford to stay on the defensive for long, knowing that I had to push Ishchel back at least a little.

I focused on the blade in my hands, channeling its innate powers to draw out its opponent's weaknesses. When I had first got my hands on Omoikane's Wisdom, I only treated it like a normal sword. However, after meeting Jade, she showed me that these blades possessed additional powers that could be drawn out by its user.

In a flash, three glowing green circles appeared around Ishchel's body but before I could initiate a plan of attack, she leapt high into the air, raining down a barrage of moonlit spears.