Till The World Crumbles

SPECIAL CHAPTER 2

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◄SPECIAL CHAPTER►

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On a large sports field, a figure stood tall at 5'9, her long, obsidian hair cascading down her back like a river of darkness, and a pair of deep crimson red eyes. She wore pristine white long sleeves that contrasting sharply with her jet-black dress pants, releasing an aura of authority and enigma. As she observed with a watchful gaze, two younger individuals, each fighting one another going all out, she watches them intently, criticizing their movements in her mind, planning to tell them when they finish. Her name is LUNA.

As stood Luna in the Sports field, a retarded orange feline with extremely fluffy fur leaped onto her back, its delicate paws finding a grip on her shoulders. With a fast and gentle motion, Luna cupped her arms, creating a secure and inviting perch for the cat.

The cat slowly and carefully then descended from her shoulder, its movements soft and quick, until it nestled snugly into a more comfortable position, rested in the warmth of Luna's embrace. They both watch as the students fight and Luna slowly stroking the cat's head, waiting for the victor.

OTHER POV

 Liam swiftly raised the sheath of his weapon to shield himself from the oncoming strike, the clash of their weapons sparking a display of raw energy. Despite his efforts, he was pushed back slightly by the force of the impact. Both combatants, their faces concealed by the protective coverings of their weapons, paused for a moment to assess the aftermath of their collision. Their gazes locked, silently acknowledging each other's prowess in that fleeting instant.

In the blink of an eye, they propelled themselves away from the point of contact, creating a charged distance between them before simultaneously surging forward, their weapons aimed at each other, ready to unleash their powers. With each passing moment, their movements grew swifter and more forceful as they closed in on each other, the very air crackling with the energy they wielded.

Neb became enveloped in a cloak of wind as he darted to the side, catching Liam off guard and causing him to stumble momentarily. Sensing an opening, Neb deftly drew out his Flintlock, its metal gleaming in the sunlight, and took aim at Liam. His finger tightened on the trigger, and with a sudden crack, the shot rang out, its echo resounding through the field.

Yet, in a display of reflexes as swift as lightning, Liam evaded the bullet in a fraction of a second, flashing away from the line of fire with the agility of a lightning bolt, using his powers to deftly avoid the projectile. His movement transformed into a streak of light, leaving behind only traces of crackling energy as he traversed the field.

"How's that you fucking bitch?" Liam shouted at Neb taunting him to make him fired up and it worked

Under the scorching heat of the sun, they stood facing each other, their chests heavy as they struggled to catch their breath after overusing their powers. Both of them were excited for action, anticipating the other's first move in order to swiftly respond in kind. With adrenaline coursing through their veins, they mentally calculated potential strategies and contemplated how best to counter the anticipated actions of their opponent.

The tension in the air was palpable, weighing heavily upon their shoulders and rendering even the slightest movement a challenge. Their fingers clenched tightly around their respective weapons, a physical manifestation of their unwavering determination and readiness for the inevitable battle.