The battlefield was eerily quiet save for the crackling of fading magic and the labored breathing of the students. Seraphina stood at the forefront, her molten golden hair matted with sweat, glowing faintly in the dim dungeon light. Her prismatic eyes flickered with determination, though her posture betrayed a hint of hesitancy.
Kaelion leaned on his sword for support, exhaustion visible on his face. Aria was on one knee, clutching her daggers as if they were her lifeline. Seeing her comrades struggling, Seraphina instinctively summoned two mana potions from her system inventory. The shimmering bottles appeared in her hands, but as she stepped forward, her cheeks flushed deeply.
Um… here, she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. She extended the bottles toward them, avoiding their gazes as she felt the weight of their attention.
Kaelion straightened, his crimson eyes narrowing as he accepted the potion. You're full of surprises, he muttered, his tone laced with intrigue.
Seraphina's flush deepened, and she glanced away. I-I just thought you needed them…
Aria hesitated, her gaze flicking between the potion and Seraphina. Are you sure? You've been fighting just as hard as we have—"
It's fine, Seraphina interrupted quickly, waving her hands in embarrassment. I… I can manage.
Aria finally accepted the potion, a small smile tugging at her lips. Thanks, Seraphina. You're a lifesaver.
Seraphina nodded quickly, her molten hair swaying as she focused her attention back on the battlefield. She didn't trust herself to respond without stammering.
The Demon Leader's Challenge
At the center of the battlefield, Razhiel the Crimson Veil towered over the remaining demons, its crimson eyes blazing with fury. Its dark, metallic wings spread wide, and the cursed armor adorning its body shimmered with unholy power.
You think potions will save you, little humans? Razhiel's voice boomed, its clawed hand raised to summon a wave of black fire. You've fought well, but this is where your story ends.
Seraphina took a shaky breath, her hands tightening around her sword. Her heart pounded in her chest, but she could feel the system's guidance calming her mind. Omni-Precognition kicked in, showing her the exact trajectory of Razhiel's attack.
Kaelion… Aria… move to the side, she murmured quickly, her voice soft but urgent.
They obeyed without question, trusting her instincts. The wave of black flames surged toward them, but Seraphina darted forward with a speed that belied her earlier exhaustion. Her body twisted gracefully, her golden hair trailing behind her as she dodged the attack with precision.
Razhiel's gaze narrowed. You're quick… but not quick enough."
The demon lunged toward her, its claws outstretched. Seraphina's cheeks flushed as she felt the intensity of its gaze on her, but she steeled herself, activating Omni-Clairvoyance to pinpoint its weaknesses. Every crack in its armor, every slight misstep in its movements, became clear to her.
I-I can do this," she whispered to herself, her voice trembling slightly.
She surged forward, her blade glowing with golden light as she struck at Razhiel's chest. The impact shattered its cursed armor, revealing the pulsing black core beneath.
The Final Strike
Razhiel staggered back, its crimson eyes wide with disbelief. Impossible… how can a mere mortal do this to me they were never this strong hmm tell me how are you so powerful and you haven't even reach the second rank yet…?
Seraphina hesitated for a moment, her prismatic eyes shimmering with uncertainty. She hated being the center of attention, and the weight of her allies' gazes made her feel small despite her towering strength.
I… I just want to help my team, she said softly, more to herself than to the demon.
With a deep breath, she gathered her courage and raised her sword once more. This time, there was no hesitation. She lunged forward, driving the blade into Razhiel's core. The demon let out a deafening scream as its body began to disintegrate into ash.
Kaelion and Aria stared in stunned silence as the towering figure crumbled before them they were so sure that they would die and Seraphina b y herself killed the strongest being they faced till then a rank 5 being even though this demon leader she just killed is strong to them compared to the other demons it is incomparably weak sense each rank is near overwhelming power literally comparing a planet to a galaxy level power yet somehow Seraphina was able to defeat and kill a multi city level being how bizarre.
Here's the rewritten chapter with Seraphina portrayed as shy and embarrassed, but still a capable and determined leader.
The battlefield was eerily quiet save for the crackling of fading magic and the labored breathing of the students. Seraphina stood at the forefront, her molten golden hair matted with sweat, glowing faintly in the dim dungeon light. Her prismatic eyes flickered with determination, though her posture betrayed a hint of hesitancy.
Kaelion leaned on his sword for support, exhaustion visible on his face. Aria was on one knee, clutching her daggers as if they were her lifeline. Seeing her comrades struggling, Seraphina instinctively summoned two mana potions from her system inventory. The shimmering bottles appeared in her hands, but as she stepped forward, her cheeks flushed deeply.
"Um… here," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. She extended the bottles toward them, avoiding their gazes as she felt the weight of their attention.
Kaelion straightened, his crimson eyes narrowing as he accepted the potion. "You're full of surprises," he muttered, his tone laced with intrigue.
Seraphina's flush deepened, and she glanced away. "I-I just thought you needed them…"
Aria hesitated, her gaze flicking between the potion and Seraphina. "Are you sure? You've been fighting just as hard as we have—"
"It's fine," Seraphina interrupted quickly, waving her hands in embarrassment. "I… I can manage."
Aria finally accepted the potion, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Thanks, Seraphina. You're a lifesaver."
Seraphina nodded quickly, her molten hair swaying as she focused her attention back on the battlefield. She didn't trust herself to respond without stammering.
The Demon Leader's Challenge
At the center of the battlefield, Razhiel the Crimson Veil towered over the remaining demons, its crimson eyes blazing with fury. Its dark, metallic wings spread wide, and the cursed armor adorning its body shimmered with unholy power.
"You think potions will save you, little humans?" Razhiel's voice boomed, its clawed hand raised to summon a wave of black fire. "You've fought well, but this is where your story ends."
Seraphina took a shaky breath, her hands tightening around her sword. Her heart pounded in her chest, but she could feel the system's guidance calming her mind. Omni-Precognition kicked in, showing her the exact trajectory of Razhiel's attack.
"Kaelion… Aria… move to the side," she murmured quickly, her voice soft but urgent.
They obeyed without question, trusting her instincts. The wave of black flames surged toward them, but Seraphina darted forward with a speed that belied her earlier exhaustion. Her body twisted gracefully, her golden hair trailing behind her as she dodged the attack with precision.
Razhiel's gaze narrowed. "You're quick… but not quick enough."
The demon lunged toward her, its claws outstretched. Seraphina's cheeks flushed as she felt the intensity of its gaze on her, but she steeled herself, activating Omni-Clairvoyance to pinpoint its weaknesses. Every crack in its armor, every slight misstep in its movements, became clear to her.
"I-I can do this," she whispered to herself, her voice trembling slightly.
She surged forward, her blade glowing with golden light as she struck at Razhiel's chest. The impact shattered its cursed armor, revealing the pulsing black core beneath.
The Final Strike
Razhiel staggered back, its crimson eyes wide with disbelief. "Impossible… how can a mere mortal…?"
Seraphina hesitated for a moment, her prismatic eyes shimmering with uncertainty. She hated being the center of attention, and the weight of her allies' gazes made her feel small despite her towering strength.
"I… I just want to help my friends," she said softly, more to herself than to the demon.
With a deep breath, she gathered her courage and raised her sword once more. This time, there was no hesitation. She lunged forward, driving the blade into Razhiel's core. The demon let out a deafening scream as its body began to disintegrate into ash.
Kaelion and Aria stared in stunned silence as the towering figure crumbled before them.
The Demons Retreat
The remaining demons froze, their crimson eyes wide with terror. Their leader was gone, and the human girl who had slain him radiated an overwhelming presence despite her shy demeanor.
"We must retreat," one of the demons hissed, its voice trembling.
Zelkis, a wraith-like creature bound by soul magic, nodded quickly. "Back to the Demon God King. He must know what we've seen."
"But what can we tell him?" another demon rasped. "That a mortal—no, a girl—killed Razhiel?"
Zelkis's form shimmered as it began to fade. "Yes. And that she is far more dangerous than we ever imagined."
The remaining demons fled, their soul forms vanishing into the veil between realms.
Kaelion's Perspective
Kaelion tightened his grip on his sword, his crimson eyes fixed on Seraphina as she stood amidst the ashes of Razhiel. Her golden hair glowed faintly in the dim light, and her prismatic eyes seemed to reflect the very essence of the battle.
"She's incredible," he thought, his heart pounding in his chest.
But it wasn't just her strength or her abilities that held his attention—it was the quiet determination in her gaze, the way she carried herself despite her obvious discomfort. She wasn't arrogant or commanding like many others; she was shy, almost hesitant, yet her actions spoke volumes.
Kaelion's lips curved into a small smile. "Seraphina… you're full of surprises."
Aria's Perspective
Aria leaned against a crumbling pillar, her breath slowly evening out as she watched Seraphina. Her molten hair shimmered in the faint light, and her prismatic eyes flickered with a mix of exhaustion and relief.
She doesn't even realize how amazing she is, Aria thought with a wry smile.
There was something endearing about Seraphina's shyness, the way she seemed embarrassed by the attention despite her overwhelming strength. It made her relatable, even as she accomplished feats that seemed impossible.
Aria's gaze softened. You're not just strong, Seraphina… you're inspiring.
To the Demon God King
Far away, in the depths of the demon realm, Zelkis knelt before an immense throne. The Demon God King loomed above, his towering form wreathed in shadows, his crimson eyes glowing with ancient power.
What news do you bring, Zelkis? the king rumbled, his voice shaking the very air.
Zelkis bowed deeply, its ethereal form trembling. My lord… the humans have a champion. A girl with power unlike anything we've ever seen. She defeated interesting. Keep watching her, Zelkis. I want to know everything about this human girl.