I Don't Need To Log Out-Chapter 217: Twins (1)

The cathedral stood before them like a forgotten relic of war.

Its towering blackened spires stretched high into the swirling violet sky, the once-pristine marble walls now cracked and warped by time and corruption.

Faded stained-glass windows barely clung to the structure, depicting celestial beings whose faces had long since crumbled away.

The heavy double doors, once carved with divine symbols, were now scorched and claw-marked, a twisted mockery of whatever faith once dwelled here.

Inside, the cathedral was no better.

The grand pews lay shattered, their splintered remains scattered across the uneven stone floor.

Massive stone pillars lined the walls, their bases cracked as if something immense had shaken the very foundation.

Patches of violet fire flickered in the corners, casting eerie shadows that stretched unnaturally long.

And at the center of the ruin, they waited.

Two figures stood side by side on the raised platform where an altar might have once been.

They looked almost human, with slender frames and long, pointed ears—rare Elf-like Keldars, a species barely known even among their own kind.

Their hair was as dark as midnight, glossy black, flowing past their shoulders like silk. Brown eyes, deep and piercing, gleamed with an unnatural sharpness.

The man, clutching a long staff, was draped in flowing robes lined with golden threads that flickered like living embers.

His fingers lazily traced the air, mana pulsing at his fingertips, waiting to be shaped into destruction.

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The woman, standing beside him, gripped a sword as long as her own body.

Her armor was sleek, form-fitting, made of an unknown obsidian-like metal that seemed to shift like liquid when she moved.

Both were beautiful.

Both were deadly.

And both smiled.

"Look at this, brother," the woman mused, tilting her head. "Two challengers have come to die."

Her brother chuckled, tapping his staff once against the stone floor. "And what a fair battle this will be. Two against two… but our teamwork is absolute."

There wasn’t anyone else, not an unintelligent Keldar, nor a Named Monster.

The woman stepped forward slightly, rolling her shoulders. "You two should just run while you can. You won’t find a better partnership than us. Though we won’t let you."

"An unbreakable bond," her brother agreed.

June placed a hand on her hip. "You two sure talk a lot for a couple of Demons."

The female twin grinned. "Oh? Do our words not shake your confidence?"

June scoffed. "Not really."

The male twin let out a small, exaggerated sigh. "How dull. We were hoping for more of a reaction."

Then, his eyes gleamed with mischief. "Tell me, are you two siblings? Or perhaps…" He gave them a knowing smirk. "Lovers?"

June immediately groaned, dragging a hand down her face. "Oh, for the love of—why does everyone keep asking that?"

Arlon sighed, adjusting his grip on his sword. "Enough chit-chat. Let’s fight."

The twins’ smiles widened.

"As you wish."

The battle began.

The moment the words left the man’s mouth, the cathedral trembled.

The female twin vanished from her spot, her sword slicing through the air with blinding speed as she lunged straight for Arlon.

At the same time, her brother’s staff lit up with a surge of mana, forming a blazing vortex around him before he flung a barrage of energy blasts toward June.

The battle split into two.

***

A streak of black steel came for Arlon’s throat.

Arlon’s instincts sharpened, his grip on Aetherion’s Edge tightening as he sidestepped in a burst of movement.

The woman’s sword barely missed, the sheer force of her swing splitting a nearby pillar clean in half.

She didn’t stop.

Using the momentum of her missed strike, she twisted midair, flipping upside down as she sent a second horizontal slash at him.

Arlon ducked just in time, the blade whistling over his head.

His feet barely touched the ground before he launched forward with a Dash, closing the gap between them in an instant.

CLANG!

Their swords collided, sending a sharp shockwave through the cathedral.

The woman grinned. "Not bad. Most would be dead already."

Arlon didn’t reply. He pushed off her blade and spun to the side, using Flowing Edge, a maneuver that let him transition seamlessly between attacks.

He had already decided to use his swordsmanship only. Thanks to Agema, he knew how he was as a mage.

But he couldn’t test his swordsmanship for the last three months.

Also, if he used his full power, this fight would end too soon.

His sword cut through the air, slicing toward her exposed side.

She met it head-on, twisting her sword at an angle to redirect his strike, but Arlon didn’t let up.

With a flick of his wrist, he followed up with Falling Fang, a downward overhead slash aimed to cleave her in two.

BOOM!

She barely managed to cross her sword in time, blocking the strike, but the sheer force of it sent cracks spiderwebbing across the stone floor beneath her.

Her feet skid backward from the impact, but her grin never faded.

"You hit hard," she admitted, licking her lips. "Let’s see if you can keep up."

Then she vanished.

Arlon’s eyes flickered, his senses adjusting immediately.

She hadn’t disappeared.

She had used a burst movement technique, similar to Dash but more refined.

He barely had time to register it before she reappeared behind him, already swinging.

But Arlon was faster.

He twisted his sword behind him, deflecting her strike without even turning his head.

Her grin widened. "You’re really fun."

***

On the other side of the cathedral, June dodged between blazing energy blasts, her body moving like a shadow.

The mage twin floated just above the cathedral floor, his staff glowing with an eerie, golden light.

"You’re quick," he mused. "But how long can you dance?"

With a single wave of his staff, three glowing magic circles appeared around him, their cores humming with unstable energy.

June’s eyes narrowed. She wasn’t about to let him cast whatever that was.

She raised her staff, channeling her own power. A sphere of fire and ice swirled between her fingers, fusing together as she launched it toward him.

BOOM!

The explosion shook the cathedral, but when the dust cleared, the mage twin stood completely unharmed—a transparent barrier of mana protecting him.

"Tsk." June clicked her tongue.

The twin chuckled. "Cute spell. My turn."

The three magic circles erupted, sending forth dozens of glowing spears of pure mana. They shot forward like an unrelenting storm, aiming to pierce June from all directions.

She raised her staff, her instincts screaming.

A second later, a wall of jagged ice materialized in front of her, stopping the first wave of projectiles. But it wouldn’t last long.

CRACK.

"Fine. You want to go all out?"

She tapped her staff against the ground, the temperature in the cathedral dropping sharply.

Flames burst from the edges of her staff, contrasting against the frost forming in the air.

The mage twin raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Interesting."

June smirked. "Then let’s really fight."

***

A sharp whistle rang through the cathedral.

The female twin sprang backward, landing beside her brother in a fluid motion. The mage twin tilted his head slightly, acknowledging her with a quick nod.

And then—everything changed.

A pulse of power erupted between them.

Arlon immediately felt it—the shift in the air, the unnatural synchrony between their energies. This wasn’t just two fighters standing side by side.

Their mana intertwined, weaving together like threads in a tapestry, reinforcing each other.

June took a cautious step back, gripping her staff tighter. "That’s not normal."

The swordswoman twin cracked her neck, rolling her shoulders as if warming up. "Enough games."

The mage twin smiled. "It’s time we show you what true teamwork looks like."