Fate/Magus Path

150 Annihilated

Within the mental world, Roa executed a series of precise maneuvers, yet the results were negligible.

"..."

As he watched Roy emerge unscathed from his soul-based attacks, an eerie silence enveloped the scene.

"Oh? Is that all you've got? Show me your best tricks. You might not get another chance."

Roa's face twisted in horror, utterly baffled by what was unfolding before him.

How is this possible? Not a single scratch!

The soul was supposed to be the most fragile part of any being, and Roa prided himself on being a magus who specialized in targeting it.

How could anyone withstand such a concentrated spiritual assault without even flinching?

But the more frightened he became, the more chaotic and desperate his actions grew. In a blink, Roa vanished from Roy's sight, reappearing at different angles to launch a torrent of relentless spiritual attacks.

To Roy, however, these attacks felt like nothing more than a warm breeze brushing past him... gentle, almost ticklish, and entirely harmless.

Roa circled him for what seemed an eternity, his attacks growing weaker with each passing moment. His expression contorted into one of frustration, and his spectral form flickered, becoming more and more translucent. His spiritual energy had clearly reached its limit.

"Is that all?" Roy raised an eyebrow, casually brushing at the spot Roa had been attacking, as if dusting off his shoulder.

The gesture, though simple, carried an air of utter disdain... its psychological impact far exceeding its physical one.

"Impossible! Why are my spiritual attacks useless?!" Roa finally broke, his face a mix of panic and disbelief. "What is your soul made of?!"

The once-menacing Roa now looked utterly shaken, his gaze fixed on Roy as if he were staring at a monster.

Through repeated attempts, Roa had come to grasp the truth of their disparity.

If his soul was a river, then Roy's was an endless ocean. No matter how hard he tried, his attacks vanished into nothingness, leaving not the slightest ripple. This was not a matter of skill but an overwhelming difference in magnitude.

Roy's soul was at least a hundred times more powerful than his own.

It was at that moment Roa realized he had made a grave mistake.

"Had enough fun? Then it's my turn."

Roy raised a hand, his tone light yet charged with finality.

"Let me introduce you to an old friend, Roa."

With that, black flames surged from the depths of Roy's soul, erupting into the mental world. The once-flourishing field of flowers ignited, consumed by the infernal blaze until the entire realm was enveloped in darkness.

And then...

"It's been a while, Count."

From within the black flames emerged a figure... a Heroic Spirit known as the King of the Cavern.

"Krahahahahaha! Was it you who summoned me, my accomplice?"

"But what's this? A foul-smelling serpent slithering around here?"

The Count's fiery gaze locked onto Roa, his expression darkening with an unmistakable killing intent.

The black flames in his hand flared brighter, their heat searing the air around him.