Cosmic Fables: A Princess Odyssey

37. Four Years Back- Saviour Faded Away and Zixon

4 years back...

Irina's heart seethed with an unquenchable rage as she yearned for revenge on behalf of her fallen sister. Her eyes locked onto Tris, who sat by Sia's lifeless body, his grief mirrored in his eyes. Despite her sympathy, Irina knew she couldn't alter the cruel fate that had befallen them. She wiped away her tears, a cold determination settling upon her.

Rising to her feet, Irina approached Tris, her voice devoid of emotion as she instructed, "Stay here with her."

With those words, she departed, leaving behind a scene of despair and destruction.

Outside the ballroom, the grim tableau of lifeless bodies strewn across the floor persisted, the relentless creatures still reanimating. Her parents, wearied from ceaseless battle, looked frail, their strength waning. Irina's heart ached, a lone tear threatened to fall, knowing she was responsible for her sister's demise. Guilt clawed at her, despite the knowledge that it wasn't entirely her fault.

Closing her eyes, she clutched a sword aglow with untamed power. Stepping forward, she became an unstoppable force, her blade slicing through the creatures with a peculiar finality, preventing their resurrection. All eyes turned to her, stunned, including her parents, who watched her in shock and awe.

Irina radiated an aura of raw fury as she methodically eliminated the relentless horde with each precise strike, her determination unwavering.

Suddenly, a shadowy figure materialized in front of her, face was covered in a hood and mask, the same one that had earlier stabbed Sia, brandishing a sword and lunged at Irina with relentless aggression. Irina's reflexes kicked in as she gracefully evaded each attack, her own counter strike swift and lethal.

As the shadowy figure lunged at Irina, their swords clashed with a resounding clang, sending sparks dancing into the air. Irina's face was a mask of focused intensity, her movements precise and deliberate.

The figure pressed forward, launching a rapid flurry of strikes, attempting to overwhelm Irina. She countered with fluid grace, parrying each blow with precision. Their blades danced in a deadly waltz, the scene bathed in an eerie, pulsating light.

Irina seized a moment of vulnerability, her sword arcing through the air like a comet. It struck the figure's weapon with unyielding force, sending it spiraling from their grasp. With a swift and calculated movement, Irina lunged forward, her blade finding its mark. The figure let out a strangled gasp as Irina's sword pierced through, and the figure crumpled to the ground, defeated.

Then, Irina, fueled by her unrelenting anger and grief, continued her relentless assault on the resurrecting creatures, dispatching them with swift, single strikes. Each blow seemed to echo her seething fury over her sister's death.

But then, a sudden scream pierced the air, snapping her attention to the source. A shadowy figure had reemerged, and it was charging straight at her. Irina's instincts kicked in, and with a nimble sidestep, she narrowly avoided the deadly lunge.

The figure, now enraged, bellowed, "How dare you hurt my daughter?"

Irina's anger surged even hotter as they clashed in a fierce battle. Their swords met with a resounding clash, the dark figure proving to be a more formidable adversary than the previous one.

With relentless determination, the shadowy figure made a vicious attempt to end the fight, aiming for Irina's neck with a deadly thrust. Irina reacted with lightning-quick reflexes, expertly parrying the attack, her face a mask of fierce determination. She retaliated with a powerful charge of her own.

Their blades sang through the air, striking and parrying with precision.

As the battle raged on, Irina's fury blazed like a fire. With a sudden burst of energy, she managed to land a precise strike, driving her blade into the shadowy figure's arm. An agonized cry escaped the figure's lips as pain surged through them. For a brief moment, the figure was immobilized.