A spark of quarks and particles reflected upon the eyes of sunset and chlorophyll -
the hues of green and orange were twitching ever so slightly.
It would soon soon find itself glimpsing upon the cold lake, devoid of all life or color.
One could proclaim that thing to be dark as the void of empty universe itself,
As she found herself at a realization that body was placed upon such a vile lake, boasting poisonous depths, able to smelt any bones to ash.
'Isadora Berndette vs Sakino Wakashi'
Upon reclaiming herself, she proceeded to tread away from the murky lake that was staining her combat uniform -
Regrouping to a solid soil, corrupted with a kindred necrotic mana akin to the one that was consuming the lake.
Luckily, her physique was equally as strong as an Orange Grade warrior - or else she would not have left that horrifying creation of nature as a solid and singular entity.
"Undead. Dimension. Vile Land. "
Isadora concluded after mere seconds into the new dimension. She thought that this could be one of the well-known ones with notoriously disgusting fame - 'Profanity's Foul Land.'
It was a gray and lavender ecosystem that coaxed and embraced the lingering undead mana and proliferated it in order to expand upon the ecosystem.
Its purpose was to corrupt nearby turf and convert the ecosystem into a carbon copy of it; it was an authentic, living virus of mother nature.
Naturally, the wildlife and terrain by the same analogy would be akin to mother in the mirror, parent to a group of grotesque lifeforms and plants sustained by deceit and cunningness.
They were designed to trap their food and tear it limb for limb in a sadistic sport of instinctual feeding.
She had ever heard rumors of such a dimension having extreme concentrations and potencies of unholy life forces;
So much so that any Red-Grade warriors would be reduced to bones in seconds by just coming in contact with the Foul Land's mana alone.
Of course, this was not without basis - dimensions with such a concentrated Profanity would eventually produce a 'Hivemind'.
This was a beast resembling a gargantuan, with legs clogged by tumors which bulged and puffed out undead mana, corroding any creature that wasn't from the Foul Land.
It had taken a squad of 10 Yellow-Grade 'Templars of The Sun' to fully cleanse the land.
Complete prohibition of it was an impossible task, as you may assume - it had proved to be a useful ecosystem for undead dependent warriors.
Therefore, it was given a restricted treaty of use and there were some complicated laws behind it.
Anyone attempting to create a dimension composition like the Profanity would be under strict moderation due to the Baal Treaty signed by the Confederation of Nations and the Sun Temple.
Sometimes, having or owning illegally acquired samples of the Profanity was punished by a penalty worse than death.
Of course, common citizens weren't granted access to such knowledge - that's how much effort her father, Callimos Berndette, had contributed to humanity as a whole.
His loyalty was undeniable and he was given a remarkable exemption to view classified documents belonging to the Data Society.
And his love for Isadora was also self-evident which is precisely why she retained knowledge of it - through her father's teachings. To him, his daughter would be the only thing to overtake humanity.
So, her recollection of his past teaching would prove to be invaluable in this field of battle.
" Boney. Bob. Hide. I solo this. "
She summoned her last remaining two creatures aside from Booboo which were still in Aldritch's clutches.
It was too late for him to return the creature to her. They had held the competitions too close together time-wise.
It was careless timing that someone would challenge her at that time - they had accused her of being the perpetrator of their 'defamation' (which left her perplexed for some time).
Yet in spite of that, it was actually to her advantage as she had intended to fight by herself; having less creatures to worry about is much easier.
She has the confidence to single handedly fight against the opponent.
That was her line of thought from the very beginning, if not for the fact that the War had her obligated to summon at least two.
She would have not summoned Boney and Bob for them to be risked for the subject at hand.
By the time she was finished with her preparation, her uniform was parched and colored.
The colors of splitting sunset and fluorescent green flowed, with her wishing for it to be dry and untainted once again.
The next target of her massive and bulky steelshield quivered.
Striding with unwavering and fearless resolve, she wanted to finish this quickly while keeping her friends safe.
They hid in the ever so slightly penetrable tenebris of the lavenderous land.
" Hippity. Hop. "
She soared up into the aeris as if gravity had not taken a toll upon her, taking a reference to Hermes himself as she skipped over a small number of craters and creatures.
The sky is boundless and free from the depravity of the mana. She spent most of her time jumping and resting between safe areas, and with each success avoided the jaws of the numerous dangers awaiting the unsuspecting people.
That was perhaps one of the most unnecessary yet effective methods to traverse the Profanity.
**
I'm Sakino Wakashi, but you can address me as PRIDEGO THE KILLERZ.
Who am I, you may ask? Well, if there's an adjective that is redeemable enough to refer to my amazing self - I am the missionary of my own EPIC SWORDSWOMAN LEGENDZ.
Let it be known as long as I wield my EGO Sword: KATANAZ, I can overcome any and all adversities that challenge this peerless character.
Gahaha! Presently, for this current chapter, this venerable one is taking a vigorous voyage in this lean realm after a chosen ceremony conducted by the amazing side characters named Teacher A and B!
Now then, do you all request this one-?
For the justification of challenging that aloof female with both primary and secondary colors as her color scheme?
Was it for the lunch money she never gave back?
Was it all for that time she ignored this venerable one?
Or for she revealed to be the cunning villain that is truly the final plot twist of all this?
Nay! The testament to her sins will be given a terrific description by yours truly.
It transpired on that one fateful day where this one was on my mission to continuously ponder upon new sets of execution names - I had even come up with a heavenly name that referenced the forbidden words set by the gods themselves.
I designated it as "Heavenly Slayerz".
But this one was not distracted, as staggering as it is to be capable of such deadliness against THE KILLERZ oneself.
This venerable one saw my rival, seeking company with a mob character…?
'Impossible!' the venerable one spoke.
One has known the numero SIXX in the list of main characters in our humble academy would suddenly shift in personality and engage in mundane conversation without exchanging any major events.
As the main character has the potential to surpass this venerable one in a millennia - with respect to having observed her for the past 23 days - she is not as powerful as she seems.
This cannot be!
And thus this venerable one challenged her, in the hope of opening this blinded moral compass within her soul and returning her to the side of good!
You don't have to thank this venerable one for finally saving the day, really.
It's time to hunt the 'A-Kuma Cyclone' herself! This one swears upon that oath.
**
A distant grumble was overheard afar from the self-proclaimed Epic Swordswoman.
The uniformed soldier carried a sword - too lengthy to be a katana and too congested to be shaped resembling a projectile weapon,
It was a shining in capability while he was trailblazing through the mess.
*Bang!*
*Slit!*
The cycle repeated for an hour, as the summons that followed him were nothing but a few primitive ethereal golems - created from the pure mana which served only as a gigantic light bulb at best.
"Damn that tomboy, putting us on the wires having to follow her, "
" I sure hope we get overtime wages. "
The soldier sighed, despite the effectiveness and dexterous movement - his stats weren't significantly improved.
He suffered the same issue from his former life as a human as well.
'Limitations.'
He knew in his heart that as long he followed that delusional lady he would be living a prosperous life.
As he had already put a rest to his former glory for his country, they revered his name as…
'The Hellfire Soldier.'
While his past was something he didn't wish to discuss,
He clearly still felt immense awe the first time he had met that self-proclaimed Epic Swordswoman.
In a few words, a self empowering egoist - he had seen it for himself how she would dominate everyone with extreme confidence and pride that was pronounced and demonstrated.
It is the true reason why stood as the fifth strongest student in the academy's first years.
The famed trait and ability - to be sharper and stronger by sheer pride and ego alone.
And now, he could only pray that the person standing on the wrong side of her would be left with a dignified corpse at the very least…