Extra: Yandere Milfs Obsessed with me!-Chapter 277: If I feel pain... Then I’m still alive!
*In Paragon County*
The sky above the county had turned gray and heavy. At the center of a vast square, a black portal pulsed slowly. Its surface rippled constantly, and with each pulse, new silhouettes emerged... Spectrum heretics.
They appeared by the dozens... then by the hundreds.
Some were no longer even fully human. Their eyes were empty, their movements stiff, yet they kept advancing. The ground was already covered with bodies.
Yet their numbers did not decrease.
In the middle of this chaos, a great sword traced a wide horizontal arc.
*CLANG!*
Five heretics were cut in half with a single stroke. Their bodies fell heavily into the mud.
Gunar immediately spun around and brought his blade down vertically. A sixth enemy was crushed against the ground. Blood splashed onto his armor.
He was breathing hard.
His arms felt heavy, but he kept swinging his large sword without pause.
"Fuck, how can they be so numerous."
The reason was simple.
The Spectrum organization was extremely ancient. It dated back to the time of the Millennial War, and since then, the organization had survived in the shadows.
Over the centuries, its members had grown in number and Pandora, the leader of Spectrum, possessed a method that allowed her to transform her dead members... into homunculi.
Imperfect, but functional copies.
Thus, even when a heretic fell, they could return in another form.
Again and again.
Their numbers therefore multiplied over time.
However, this information remained an absolute secret.
No one knew that to destroy Spectrum, Pandora had to be killed first.
And so, faced with the relentless attacks of Spectrum, the Fauves, the Jackals and even the Spiders were mobilized and completely overwhelmed. A large area attack would be needed, but it risked completely razing the county. And no one wanted that for the moment...
***
Kaiser tried to stand up.
His legs trembled under his weight, his knees threatening to give out at every second. He leaned heavily on his twin swords, planting them into the cracked ground to maintain some semblance of balance. The rain fell, mixing blood and dust into a reddish mud that seeped into the gaps between the broken stones.
He slowly turned his head toward Kara.
His gaze, once sharp and provocative, had become glassy, staring at an invisible point in the gray sky. Her abdomen was still pierced by that gaping hole, a wound so deep that her organs could sometimes be seen through the torn flesh.
The blood continued to flow, slow but inexorable, forming an ever-growing puddle beneath her body.
Kaiser’s heart clenched violently in his chest.
"She’s going to die..."
He took a step toward her, but his body flatly refused to follow. The pain in his chest where his ribs had been cracked, his open wounds burning on contact with the rain, and the demonic mana gnawing at parts of his skin leaving blackish marks... all of it made every movement more painful than the last.
In the distance, Katrina watched the scene attentively.
Her frost wings beat slowly in the cold air, holding her altitude without the slightest apparent effort. She immediately understood what was happening: Kaiser had lowered his guard. His attention was entirely focused on the dying woman, and he had forgotten the enemy still floating above him.
A cold smile stretched her lips.
Wind and ice instantly condensed around her bow. In the space of a second, an ice arrow formed...
It sliced through the air. Kaiser did not move.
He hadn’t even heard the projectile approaching.
At the last moment—
A slender hand caught the arrow in mid-flight.
The projectile stopped dead, held between two fingers just a few centimeters from Kaiser’s nape. The ice slowly cracked under the pressure, covered in fine fractures.
A lithe silhouette materialized in front of Kaiser.
Her short blond hair floated lightly under the rain, plastered in places against her nape. She held what remained of the broken arrow between her fingers with absolute calm, as if it were a mere stick picked up from the ground.
Katrina immediately frowned.
"Who is this woman?"
She watched the pieces of ice melt in her hand, mixing their water with the rain, then slowly raised her eyes toward Katrina.
Her gaze was cold. Not truly aggressive... just cold.
For a long second, the air grew heavy between them.
Kaiser stared at the woman in surprise, blinking as if doubting what he was seeing.
"Eleanor..."
She didn’t answer right away. Her eyes briefly scanned his wounds, silently assessing the extent of the damage, then settled on Kara, motionless on the ground. She was about to step toward Katrina.
"You’re in pretty bad shape, Kaiser. Let me—"
"This is my fight, Eleanor."
She stopped dead.
He straightened with difficulty, forcing his muscles to obey despite the pain, and gripped his swords in his trembling fists.
"Let no one intervene."
Eleanor slightly turned her head toward him, one eyebrow raised.
"You can barely stand."
He shook his head, a lock of wet hair sweeping across his forehead.
"Scarlet doesn’t need to come either."
A silence followed.
The rain was falling harder now, hammering the ground insistently, almost drowning out the sound of their breathing.
Then he added in a lower voice, almost strangled:
"Just save Kara."
Eleanor lowered her eyes toward the young woman on the ground. The pool of blood continued to slowly spread around her.
"Save her no matter what."
Kaiser slightly averted his gaze, as if he couldn’t bear to see what he was about to say.
"I don’t want her death on my conscience."
Eleanor remained silent for a few seconds, studying his face.
Katrina watched the scene from a distance, her wings still in motion. Wary. She didn’t know exactly the level of this newcomer, but something in her presence gave her a bad feeling.
And she was right to be wary.
Kaiser knew Katrina was strong. Her ice and wind techniques, reinforced by demonic mana, made her a formidable opponent.
But Eleanor... at her true level...
He had never really dared imagine it, but a fleeting thought crossed his mind: she could probably kill ten Katrinas without difficulty.
And yet, he had just seen her catch a demonic-mana-charged arrow bare-handed without effort... so he had truly underestimated her...
All those years by her side, and he had never really understood her true level.
Eleanor sighed softly, a barely audible breath.
"You’re an idiot."
She bent down and picked Kara up in her arms.
Eleanor looked at Kaiser one last time, her dark eyes locked with his.
"Don’t die. I would be really disappointed..."
Then she disappeared.
Her silhouette dissolved like a shadow swept by the wind, fading gradually until nothing remained of her, not even a footprint in the mud.
Kaiser stared for a long time at the spot where they had just vanished, the rain blurring his vision.
He knew his decision made no logical sense. He was exhausted, drained of all Aura and wounded all over his body.
But one thought kept coming back, hammering his mind with painful insistence.
’If I don’t kill her with my own hands...
How could I look at myself in the mirror without vomiting?’
He gripped his twin swords tighter, feeling the handles dig into his bruised palms.
His body was in critical condition, yet his eyes of Predation still burned with bestial determination.
"Even if I have to die..."
Katrina raised her bow again, watching her opponent with a glint of amusement in her eyes. Around her, the air became charged with frost.
Dozens of ice arrows formed simultaneously, arranged in a circle around her. Each one was reinforced by demonic mana, giving them a slightly purplish hue.
She released the volley.
The projectiles descended toward him in a deadly cloud, whistling through the air.
Kaiser ran.
His legs screamed in pain, his lungs burned, but he forced his body to obey.
"If I feel the pain... Then I’m still alive!"
