The flaming rocks fell on the forest as if Armageddon itself had descended upon us. Each of the extras I could see were running for their lives, some of them getting crushed... I couldn't imagine how many points Evelyn had right now... but now, nothing and no one can stop her... well, actually they can stop her, but for that to happen, another monster of the same caliber is needed... but since we're a bunch of useless people, the best we could do was run...
"..."
Booom!!!
"Arrgghttt! What are you doing, you damn bastard!" The young man opened his eyes wide, watching as a blue flame began to devour his body in seconds...
"Kill that bastard! That damn rat dared to talk to our Goddess Leslie!" The cadets, seeing how a madman dared to kill one of them in the middle of the chaos, frowned, but their eyes changed when they saw that the young man who dared to talk to Leslie was now the target. The bloodlust increased, and they ran like rabid dogs...
"Screw you all!" Flipping them off, I ran even harder. I couldn't pass up the opportunity to get more points; she was literally right next to me... watching as Leslie's target was running towards my position like a bolt of lightning... the best thing now was to run...
AUGEEE!!! AUGEE!!
The clouds evaporated, and a sea of flames fell from them... behind that sea of flames, Evelyn, with two wings behind her sword, flew towards us... her eyes burned with deep hatred.
The sea of flames fell, and the forest, already ablaze, became an inferno...
"Seriously... why the hell is all this happening!" I stared wide-eyed as the flames surged and then ran towards us like a massive tsunami... even so, the madness in the eyes of the cadets chasing me didn't fade; somehow, it became more desperate...
Running without looking back, my thoughts raced at full speed: "I can't die here!" If I die in this place, it's over; I don't know what that bitch Lilith will do with me after that... panting... I spot a hole in the ground...
"Puaj...!!"
"Ahhhhhhh!!!"
"I'm burning!!!"
"I'll kill you!!!"
Hearing the sea of curses like knives behind my back along with the heat of death, I quickly let my body fall into the hole...
Floashhhh!!!
The sea of flames passed just above my hair, the place that was in complete darkness lit up as if the sun had risen for the first time...
Panting from extreme exhaustion, I touched my chest... the pain of feeling like you're running out of air in your lungs combined with the exhaustion from just running... worse than a pig.
Watching as the sea of flames disappeared along with the screams of the cadets, the place returned to silence...
"Everything is so chaotic! In the game, I remember it was the most normal thing; Evelyn didn't lose control, and neither did Leslie, so why is everything turning out this way... reflecting... I hear footsteps... the only person who could have survived that inferno of flames is undoubtedly...
Descending as if nothing had happened, Evelyn's blood-red eyes looked at me... her hair stood up while red flames surrounded her body.
"I'm dead!" was the first thought that came to mind; she was still in her madness, closing my eyes, I pretended to be dead...
"..."
Evelyn's piercing gaze... passed over my body again, the heat of the place disappeared... holding my breath... I felt the soft and delicate skin on my chest... a pair of hands once again wrapped around my waist, and a certain pressure formed on my chest again... it was very soft, pleasant, and very large... and there were two of them...
Feeling the familiar pressure on my body... I heard a soft breath on my neck...
My body trembled for a moment, and my body heat rose... opening my eyes...
"..."
Evelyn was right on top of me, sleeping deeply again...
*****
The trees flew apart as they shattered in the air...
"Why do you keep attacking me!!" The saint screamed in frustration as she grabbed her arm that had been cleanly cut off... her right hand glowed as she healed herself, cutting off the flow of blood...
She gritted her teeth; although it's not real, the pain is, they made it that way to make the fear of death more intense... the saint's white outfit was full of cuts and stained with blood... glancing furtively at the young woman with purple hair and violet eyes... she was actually in worse condition...
She had a hole in her stomach from which blood flowed like a waterfall, the sword in her hands was broken and shattered... the upper part of Leslie's body had a deep cut... and beneath her, the blood formed a pool... but even so, the glow in her eyes never faded...
"Tsk!" The saint clicked her tongue as she spat out a mouthful of blood...
"Why do you keep getting in my way?" Leslie pursed her lips as she wiped the blood from her mouth...
"Damn it! You've finally regained your senses!" The saint clenched her fist tightly... she knew this personality of Leslie's, it's not like she hated her, in fact, they were friends, she was just frustrated because of the shameless bastards who ran away and didn't help her... and also because of Leslie's sword attack... she let out a sigh and looked at her friend...
It was terrifying... the eyes that were once full of obsessive emptiness were now clear... she had wanted the help of her two fleeing friends to tire Leslie out and bring her back to normal... A smile appeared on her lips, her condition was terrible, but even so, she couldn't help but feel excited... she was an extreme masochist... very much so.
Leslie frowned as she looked at the state she was in... "Dislocated right arm, broken bones, broken ribs, deep cuts on her chest, cuts on her arms, cuts on her sides, and a hole in her stomach..." she made a sad expression... "I have a few seconds left to live..." she said with a sigh, she had lost a lot of blood, and her skin was paler than ever... as a sword user, she knew it better than anyone...
The saint also saw how the magic trying to heal her arm wound opened again due to lack of magic... she shook her head, her body was less resilient than Leslie's...
"Who were you looking for?" The saint asked curiously...
Leslie's eyes widened, and her cheeks turned pink: "I was looking for my prince charming!"
"Eh..." The saint lost the strength in her legs... and spat out a mouthful of black blood... she put on an amused smile: "I'd like to meet him," she finally said as she closed her eyes...
"No! He's mine!" Leslie stomped the ground... when she saw Daniela stop moving... she looked around... the forest from before had disappeared, revealing a large field full of dirt and large deformations...
"Phew! I'm so tired..." she said as her body fell to the ground...