In The Academy As Sukuna

Ch 58 - Eva's Despair

"Revenge may heal the wound, but it leaves an irremovable scar."

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(POV: Eva Helion)

My heart pounded in my chest, my eyes fixed on the lone figure of Zekuth, standing on the other end of the street.

My hands slightly trembled, the temperature around us dropping suddenly, frost forming in the air due to my spell.

[World of Eternal Winter]

A cold, freezing wind blew out from my position. Within moments, the entire street... almost the entire city, was covered in a thick sheet of ice.

The buildings, the cars, the corpses, everything was buried under the ice, under the blanket of cold itself.

The oppressive aura of Zekuth seemingly disappeared, leaving just a sharp, cold air pricking at his skin.

He, however, was completely unfazed.

My eyes burned with hatred as I glared at him, my body trembling with rage as I took a step forward, my shoes slipping a little on the ice.

He slowly clapped, the sound echoing in the silent street.

A dreadful feeling took over me, my breathing getting faster as I gathered mana to defend against potential attacks.

"Impressive," he said in a calm voice, the uncanny indifference sending a chill down my spine.

But in his eyes, I could see something that felt almost like... sympathy.

He flicked his fingers, the ground beneath him trembling, crushing the layer of ice around him like pieces of a puzzle. It almost seemed... beautiful.

My heart skipped a beat as I saw pieces of ice, that he broke seconds ago, rising up, floating in the air.

"Wind magic," I muttered, my hands rushing down towards the ground.

Zekuth showed no change in expression, his fingers flicking again, sending the sharp pieces of ice shooting towards me at a speed I couldn't react to.

I managed to create a wall of ice, which rose up with a loud grinding sound, blocking the incoming shards of ice, which penetrated almost halfway through.

I clenched my teeth, both my anger and my fear rising. I couldn't let him get the upper hand.

I raised my hand, the shards of ice stuck in the wall vibrated, breaking out and shooting towards Zekuth with a loud whooshing sound.

They cut through the air with a precision that reminded me of Sukuna's slashes, his face popping up in my head. My memories of him gave me more confidence, my foot firmly planting on the floor as I got up.

Zekuth seemed unfazed, simply raising a hand towards the incoming spikes.

A torrent of flames escaped his hands, engulfing the shards whole, melting them before they could even get close.

The contact of extreme cold with overwhelming heat produced a loud, almost deafening sizzling sound. A rush of steam came flowing out from near him, pushing me backward.

A groan escaped my lips as the heat of the steam slightly burned my skin, turning parts of my arm red.

My frustration grew, my eyes narrowing in anger. I couldn't give up... not now.

I stepped on the layer of ice with force, causing it to crack a bit as a dense, white mist started to rise, covering the whole area.

I could feel the position of Zekuth using the movement of this mist, which was currently in my control. I knew that he had been blinded.