The Mytho Chronicles: Eclipse Of Faith

Chapter 97: New figures? (WARNING LONG CHAPTER)

Yona struggled to rise from the rubble, her body aching from the force of Ren's Astral Fist. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth as she spat in frustration. "Damn that kid... How dare he lay a hand on me?" She seethed, rage simmering beneath her words. But before she could catch her breath, Ren was already there—standing before her, his eyes cold and unyielding, a menacing calm in his gaze.

The sight of him so close sent a jolt of recognition through Yona. Her eyes widened, the color draining from her face. No... it can't be... "You...?" Her voice trembled as she took a step back, trying to process the impossible. It wasn't just any opponent—it was Ren Nakamura, the descendant of her greatest fear, Yamora Nakamura.

Panic clawed at her chest as she leaped into the sky, desperate to put distance between them. Her voice wavered, betraying a hint of the fear she tried to bury. "So, you're Ren Nakamura?" she spat, her tone laced with false bravado.

Ren's reply was calm, almost indifferent, as he looked up at her with an unyielding stare. "Yes. That's me."

Yona sneered, trying to shake off the unease crawling up her spine. "Hmph. So you're Yamora's descendant?" she scoffed, trying to muster her arrogance. "You're not at all what I expected. Just a pathetic teenager... I thought you'd at least be someone worthy, someone with an extraordinary amount of Mytho energy," she taunted, forcing a smirk as if she still held the upper hand.

Her words seemed to dissolve into the air, having no effect on Ren. His expression remained unchanging, as though her presence was little more than a mild inconvenience.

"Oh well," Yona sighed, the blade of her voice sharpening as she readied herself for the next attack. "Then I guess I'll just have to finish you off quickly. One less Nakamura in the world to worry about."

But Ren didn't flinch. He didn't even blink. There was an icy stillness in him, a calm that only heightened the menace in his gaze. For the first time, Yona felt a flicker of doubt—like a storm cloud casting a shadow over her confidence. It wasn't Ren's power that unnerved her—it was his unshakable resolve.

And for the first time in a long while, Yona realized she might not be the predator here.

Yona lunged at Ren with a savage fury, her sword—formed from pure Dark Mytho energy—gleaming with deadly intent. "Now, it's time to end your short, pathetic life!" she snarled, swinging the blade toward his chest with all her strength.

But in an instant, Ren's hand shot forward. With nothing more than a single finger, he stopped the blade in its tracks. It quivered against his touch, unable to press forward even an inch. Yona's eyes widened, disbelief and horror flooding her expression. No... this can't be!

"H... How is this possible?!" she stammered, her voice trembling.

Ren's gaze was as cold as ever. "Maybe," he said, his tone unyielding, "I haven't told you yet." With those words, an overwhelming surge of power erupted from him. His body ignited in a brilliant, fiery orange aura that blazed like a living flame. His eyes glowed fiercely, as if they were burning with molten light, and his hair shimmered and floated as though made of luminous shards.

He had entered his Genta form.

"I don't give up easily," Ren declared, his voice carrying a quiet but undeniable strength. "You've hurt my sensei..." His figure blurred as he vanished from sight, the air crackling with energy in his wake.

Yona spun around, eyes darting in every direction, desperately searching for him. But before she could react, Ren materialized above her, descending from the sky like a harbinger of vengeance. "And now, I'm going to avenge him and end your terror once and for all. No more seals. No more escapes." His voice thundered through the battlefield, a promise as much as a declaration.