A World Where You All Are The Villains - Chapter 211

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211.

Sephiroth chuckled softly as he slowly bent his knees.
With his sluggish pace unable to catch me, he seemed intent on launching himself forward with a powerful leap.
‘Run!’
An urgent alarm bells rang in my mind.
I knew I should flee immediately, yet I hesitated.

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His Magic Barrier had just dropped below half capacity.
I was already pushing my ability to its absolute limit, and I’d lost considerable blood in the process.
If I stopped the purification and collapsed while fleeing, there would be no turning back.
But I was given no further time to deliberate.
Sephiroth finally sprang upward like a frog.
‘So be it.’
I squeezed my eyes shut.
My choice, ultimately, was to endure.
‘A blade wound won’t kill me instantly.’
It would hurt terribly enough to kill, but not instantaneously.
I would hold on as long as possible until blood loss claimed me, and while I held on….
Perhaps Serge would find a way to close the Gate.
Whoooosh―!
As I redoubled my efforts, pouring forth a pillar of flame with that thought.
“…Huh?”
No matter how long I waited, I felt no pain of a blade piercing through me.
I cautiously opened my eyes.
And at the sight revealed, my eyes widened.
“What….”
Sephiroth, who had leaped into the air, was frozen in an awkward posture.
Someone had seized the wrist of the hand gripping her blade.
And that someone was none other than.
“Ethan…?”
The figure who had been lying motionless upon the Altar.
Somehow regaining consciousness, he was now half-risen from his prone position.

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The Magi barrier gauge, which had been completely full at 100%, had diminished slightly.
The flames engulfing Sephiroth seemed to have had an unexpected effect.
“Let… let go of this!”
“….”
“Let go! Release it, you damned bastard!”
A moment too late in recognizing what held him, Sephiroth thrashed wildly, twisting his skeletal wrist with visible bone.
In his frenzy, the blade in his grip raked across Ethan’s forearm repeatedly.
“….”
Even as the white shirt’s sleeve grew increasingly crimson, Ethan didn’t flinch.
‘Has he not fully regained consciousness yet?’
Whether the blade-cut forearm caused him pain or not, Ethan uttered no sound and maintained his silence.
His eyes, gazing into empty space, held a dreamy, drifting quality.
It seemed less like he had comprehended and seized the moment, and more like he had instinctively grasped it from the killing intent felt nearby.
‘I thought he was utterly useless as support….’
It was truly unexpected.
For someone in my position, desperately needing even a cat’s paw to help, his intervention was a blessing.
Thanks to him buying me time, I resolved to end this once and for all.
I lowered the hand that had been spewing flames.
‘This isn’t enough.’
I needed firepower stronger than a simple flame thrower.
Powerful enough to bind him so he couldn’t advance a single step toward me.
Potent enough to consume everything like a natural calamity.
‘A tempest.’
Why did Vincent’s ability suddenly come to mind in that moment?
Just as I was about to mock myself for such a ridiculous imagination, a faint breeze stirred from somewhere.
There should have been no wind in the depths of this cave.
Yet my bangs swayed gently nonetheless.
Suddenly, the flames bursting from my hand ceased.
Whoooosh―
The breeze, which had been nothing but a whisper, grew increasingly fierce.
Then, with a roaring crackle―!
Flames suddenly erupted at my feet.
“Why….”
My confusion at the ability manifesting before my feet rather than in my palms was brief.
The emerald flames, dancing gracefully with the rushing wind, began to rapidly expand as if undergoing combustion.
What had been a mere campfire swelled in an instant, reaching toward the cave ceiling with a roaring glow.
Everything happened so suddenly, and Sephiroth, still engulfed by the flames I had unleashed moments before, seemed not yet aware of this new development.
“Look directly into my eyes. From now on, you’ll obey only my commands.”
He gripped Ethan’s chin with his free hand, spouting incomprehensible words.
“Release this hand at once and attack that woman. Obey my command!”
“….”
“Why…? Why is this happening? Why won’t the hypnosis work? The curse was clearly broken…!”
From the sound of it, Sephiroth was attempting to brainwash me just as Ruellin had.
But I barely registered her words.
No—to be precise, I was transfixed by the spectacle unfolding before my eyes.
My ability was no longer something that could be described as merely flames surging forth.
That roiling inferno, towering like a wave the size of a house, was nothing less than a fiery hell poised to devour this entire Cave.
Whoooosh―!
The wind intensified.
The flames, which had been swaying uncontrollably, began to spiral.
Only then did I comprehend what form my ability—so long incomprehensible to me—was taking.
A tempest.
Exactly as I had imagined.
“Ha….”
A thin laugh escaped my lips.
Because the cataclysm I had wrought was so wondrous I could not tear my gaze away.
Is this all I can do? Why did I awaken such a pathetic ability?
My ability, my potential—which I had spent so long dismissing and belittling—was too….
Magnificent and beautiful.
With a surge of overwhelming emotion, my eyes and the bridge of my nose burned hot.
It was no mere fancy.
Drip―
A viscous liquid fell from the tip of my nose.
I could tell without checking that it was stained the dark crimson of blood.
I was now unleashing an ability that had finally transcended my limits.
“What….”
By the time Sephiroth—who had been struggling desperately to escape Ethan’s grasp—noticed the anomaly, it was already too late.
Crash crash crash crash crash―!
A savage green tempest tore through the Rocky Terrain and bore down upon her.
Boom―!
With a deafening roar that shook the Cave, Sephiroth was sucked into the raging storm before she could even react.
As a mere creature, she had no means to withstand the colossal calamity that had descended upon her.
Finally freed from Ethan’s grip, my body hovered suspended in the air as the spinning inferno tore me to shreds at tremendous velocity.
My clothes, the hair that remained, my skin, my entrails—all of it.
“Gah, kyaaaaaaah―!”
A death cry scattered faintly through the tempest.
I was terrified, I was afraid, yet I could not look away from the storm.
Could not.

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In that fleeting moment of turning my gaze away, I feared this miraculous instant would vanish like a mirage.
As I poured every ounce of my consciousness into those numbers dwindling—shriveling like her body being torn asunder.
A sudden, dizzying vertigo crashed over me, and my vision blurred.
Viscous fluid streamed from my nose, eyes, and ears without warning.
The moment I recognized this, a scorching mass surged up from deep within my chest.
I sensed instinctively that I would soon lose control.
Yet I did not stop.
Because.

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Because.

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That 999% which had felt impossibly distant—I would finally reach it.

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Because I had finally purified it.
Whoosh—!
The moment his stat reached ‘0’, the infernal firestorm that had been ravaging the Cave with such violence it threatened to collapse it simply vanished.
As I chased after the lingering traces of purification that had disappeared without a trace, as if from some violent nightmare.
“Cough!”
My throat burned as if aflame, and suddenly something surged back up and out of my mouth.
Splat!
What fell to the ground and splattered was none other than a crimson mass.
“Damn it, this is hemoptysis… Hack! Cough!”
Before I could even register my shock, I expelled several more clots of blood.
“Gasp, huff….”
At last, the nausea subsided.
Yet I remained utterly drained, unable to gather my wits.
‘Still, I suppose I should be grateful.’
Despite coughing up blood, I felt an absurd sense of relief.
After all, I hadn’t lost consciousness while pouring out such overwhelming power, and judging by the color of the blood I’d expelled, it seemed I hadn’t quite spiraled into a rampage.
“Ha, ha….”
Bracing myself on my knees to assess my condition, a hollow laugh suddenly escaped me.
“…I succeeded.”
I had done it.
I had reduced that atrocious 999% all the way down to 0%.
Even if I’d been stabbed, rolled across the floor, and coughed up blood in the process—a complete mess.
“Hah….”
Whether a sigh of lamentation or exultation, I squeezed what little strength remained and straightened my hunched back.
That was when.
“Ugh, uuugh….”
From somewhere came the sound of labored breathing.
I rolled my eyes toward the source.
Where the firestorm had dissipated, only Sephiroth remained, abandoned.
Over exposed skeletal frame, scraps of flesh that hadn’t yet fallen away hung in tatters.
In a monstrous form that bore a striking resemblance to my husband, crawling across the ground.

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