As soon as she stepped into the hatch Anya wrapped her body in energy to protect herself from the vacuum of space, as she waited for the hatch to depressurize, she felt her blood boil.
She knew that pictures and most information about her was scrubbed from the publicly accessible internet, but to think that that insignificant germ had the audacity to ask for her credentials.
As soon as the pressure left the room, the hatch opened up and the black space welcomed her, she drifted off under the absence of gravity's embrace, as she left the surroundings of the ship the shield reappeared.
As she drifted closer to the enemy ships the laws of the world began to tremble in the empty, currents of pure red seeped into the black nothingness changing the very fabric of space, on the ships all those below the third-grade had burst into lumps of red meat their blood became vapor and merged with the red currents ignoring the walls of the ships.
On the ship Bazok had fallen into a stupor, it was hopeless, it would take five minutes for the warp disruptor to shut down and by then his entire fleet would be dead, all the officers he had painstakingly recruited would be dead, his life's work gone.
As panicked shouts filled the helm he walked out, as he stepped out of the helm he found more dead crew members, their bodies were either mushy pulps of meat or shriveled up corpses that looked like every cell had been wrung dry.
He felt droplets of blood creep through his skin and it took all he had to stop the red currents from pulling him in. As he thought that things had gone as bad as they could get the red currents flared up again, wrapping around the shriveled-up corpses and filling them with life, as they came back their energy surged even the weakest had the strength of a third-grader the mobs of dead soon began to overwhelm the remaining crew members, only Bazok and a few of his stronger officers didn't have any trouble with the mobs, but it still pained them to cut down the people they had known.
Outside Anya began to focus her energy on her long blade the red currents wrapped around her blade and soon she heard the familiar hum of the blade as it cried out in ecstasy, she smirked as she prepared to unleash her new power for the first time.
As she raised her blade up high, a sudden chill traveled through her body and she turned around to face the ship she came from, the chill quickly vanished but she knew it was no illusion of her mind, for just a single second she had felt as if she had been seen through entirely and deep in her mind an image of two pure silver eyes appeared.
She didn't get any time to ponder as her moment of distraction had not gone unnoticed by the ships, fifteen beams of energy, each one capable of razing an entire block in a city to ash converged on her figure, with a single swift motion she pulled out her short crimson blade and danced the form of return, each beam rebounded back with three times the energy and crashed into the ship's shields.
Then with a brandish of her blade, she spoke with reddened eyes, "Now Scream The First Note of Death" her long sword released a savage scream and the red currents around the blade spasmed violently, it shot across space and enveloped the fifteen ships entirely decimating the shields and ships alike until finally, it erased two-thirds of the mothership.
Anya reached out to the red currents and used it as a medium to speak after all her voice couldn't travel in space, "There I have given you proof, is it enough?"
Her mocking voice traveled into the ears of the few survivors that had been sucked out of the mothership.
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Deep within the transport ship in the pod room all the energy in the surroundings had turned silver and in it, the battle outside was clearly seen and reflected in Lirians eyes, 'I see, so she is a saint but she also has great attainments in energy if she continues down this road it should only take her a few centuries to become a pseudo esper. It seems that all those who are directly under the emperor and empress are exceptional talents, well except for Cain he is just a muscle brained pugilist nothing special about him at all.'
Once the battle ended the energy returned to normal and Lirian shut his eyes allowing the pod to put him back to sleep.
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When Anya returned to the ship, she ordered the crew to retrieve any survivors and took a trip to the pod room she did want anyone paying it too much attention, so she walked by it quickly sizing up all the pods until she spotted Lirians there was no change to it and he was sound asleep.
She let a thread of her energy seep into him to inspect his centers of power but there was nothing, but it didn't remove her suspicion, she still remembered when he took control of all the energy in a room and bent it to his will and used it to heal her.
She was certain that it was him earlier but she had no idea how he did it, she could only sum it up to be some mysterious power of a god child.
Shortly after she returned to her room the crew members brought her the only survivor of her attack.
He was a smart one as soon as he saw the image of Anya floating towards the ship, he put on a space suit and jumped out of the ship, if Bazok was there he would have recognized the man to be the new recruit he just hired.
"What's your name boy?", Anya asked.
"I'm not scared of you!" he shouted fervently while ignoring her question, ", my masters sent me here and if you do anything to me, they will hunt you down and kill you."
Sadly, for him, he didn't get the intel that Anya was one of the empress's aids.
When he noticed Anya frowning at him, he went on with fervent passion, "My masters have shown me their powers and their all-out attacks are just as strong as yours, just try to kill me and they will come for you."
Anya looked down at him with pity in her eyes she understood what was going on, he was most likely a spy planted by Bavoks backer to keep an eye on him and warn them if he tried to flee.
She also understood his fervent eyes as he spoke of his master's powers, he had been made into zealot by them at a young age by displaying their might in front of him, it was a brainwashing tool that all organizations used to ignite the spirits of their young and in some cases such as the pitiful fool in front in front of her, they became fervent followers of those powers and practically worship them like gods.
"All-out attack," Anya murmured in amusement her teasing smile soon blooming on her face, "You poor, poor little child, that hardly qualified to be an attack I was just swinging my sword with a little bit of strength behind it, I'd die of shame if I had to use a proper attack against a bunch of germs like you."
The crew that was still in the room with her felt their entire bodies shiver at the thought whilst part of them wanted to believe that she was exaggerating they couldn't think of any reason for her to lie after all that one attack had shaken them to the core.
In truth Anya wasn't lying in the slightest, even though she was furious at Bazok she would never go all out against lesser beings, she merely wanted to test out her new strength using her weaker attacks and it left her quite satisfied.
She turned back to the man but his fervent eyes still shone, it wasn't so easy to shake the faith of a zealot, "You're lying you cannot compare to my masters, the only reason the civilizations stand above my masters is because of your numbers, my master's reign supreme in this world and they will rescue me from your clutches."
"Who are your master's child, which organization do you come from?", she asked.
"I will never betray their trust!" he shouted, "They are the most magnificent beings and they will protect me from your filthy touch."
"Too bad kid we could have done this the easy way but if you change your mind be sure to keep quiet until I'm done with the torture, I don't like being interrupted when I'm having fun."
"You guys get out of here; I doubt your weak stomachs will be able to handle what I'm about to do," she shouted at the crew as she dragged the young man across the floor and dumped him in her tub.