Eternal Undying Chronicles

Chapter 175 The Flaw Of The Triple Reload Goddess

Cassandra's voice echoed with raw intensity as she called out,

"Blazing Edge!"

In an instant, the sky and earth around her shimmered with swords of pure fire, hovering ominously, each weapon crackling with energy and awaiting her command.

Without hesitation, Cassandra directed the blazing blades toward the swirling spatial gates, hoping to expose Malefica's hidden position.

The fiery swords shot forward, entering the gates in various directions, a storm of flames cutting through the air with searing precision.

Malefica, unfazed, watched with a smirk. She anticipated Cassandra's plan—each sword that entered a gate might reemerge unpredictably, even turning against its caster.

As if on cue, several swords emerged from gates near Cassandra, converging on her.

The fiery blades curved and spiraled in chaotic patterns, some veering dangerously close.

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Cassandra quickly dispelled those that were too close for comfort, but not before a few flames licked her skin, leaving slight burns and filling the air with the acrid scent of singed cloth and flesh.

Malefica's voice drifted over, calm and mocking.

"Imagine getting hit by your own spell. Have you forgotten the first lesson I taught you? Always keep a cool head—a magical battle is as much a battle of wits as it is of power."

She chuckled, then added with icy satisfaction,

"Oh, and look at that—I have educated my wayward former student. What a good deed I have done; I shall now be rewarded threefold."

Cassandra's fury blazed in her eyes, her pride stung by her former mentor's taunts.

"Shut up!"

she spat, her face flushed with anger, hair disheveled, and composure shaken.

Malefica's condescension only fueled her desire to press on. Gritting her teeth, Cassandra raised her flaming sword and declared with venomous resolve, "If you won't come to me, I'll come to you."

With a leap, Cassandra soared upward, her body propelled by the roaring flames and howling wind. She darted toward the spatial gates, determined to chase down her elusive opponent.

She dived into one gate and emerged in another, each jump taking her further, the space around her warping and shifting unpredictably. The village below turned into a chaotic blur as she flickered between locations, her movements a fiery blur.

Malefica watched her, serene as ever. She understood the unpredictable nature of her own spatial spell but was confident in her control.

Cassandra might reach her by chance, but Malefica had anticipated every counter her former student could attempt—mapping the labyrinth of gates with divination, leaving behind decoy bodies, or using a thread of light to track each path.

But Cassandra had neither the patience nor the focus for such tactics.

Driven by pure determination, Cassandra continued her relentless assault, moving from one gate to the next, a fiery comet streaking through the fractured space. Her breath was heavy, but her gaze remained steely, unwavering.

Finally, she paused, a smile tugging at her lips.

"I got you now," she muttered, voice filled with fierce satisfaction.

Malefica raised an eyebrow, but Cassandra only clenched her fists and bellowed,

"I said I got you!"

With a wave of her hand, she commanded the very air around her.

Branches, stones, and earth itself reshaped into a myriad of spear-like projectiles. In an instant, the spears shot into one of the gates, creating a deadly barrage of missiles that would emerge somewhere in Malefica's space.

Malefica's eyes widened slightly as the flames burst forth from behind her, a wave of scorching heat filling the space. She barely sidestepped the searing attack, her figure a blur, dodging by the thinnest of margins.

Yet, even as she evaded the flames, Cassandra had anticipated her move. Malefica reappeared through a gate only to find Cassandra there, waiting, her flaming sword raised and ready to strike.

Cassandra swung her blade down with all her might, the sword slicing through the air toward Malefica with a ferocity that left a trail of blazing embers in its wake.

Malefica's eyes flickered with the icy calm of her mental acceleration spell, allowing her to perceive each motion in slow motion.

But her body lagged behind, unable to keep pace with her mind's heightened speed. There was no way to dodge.

Malefica whispered, "Iron Body."

In an instant, her skin took on a metallic sheen, her body transforming into solid steel. As Cassandra's flaming weapon connected, it sent a shockwave through the air, the force of the impact reverberating with a blinding flash of sparks.

Flames surged across Malefica's metal form, turning the surface red-hot, yet the Iron Body held firm, absorbing the brunt of the attack.

Cassandra gritted her teeth, feeling the force rebound through her sword, but Malefica remained unmoved, standing resilient amidst the flames.

But Cassandra wasn't done. She knew she couldn't win if she fought Malefica head-on; instead, she turned to exploit the weakness in Malefica's spell. Her voice rang out, laced with accusation,

"You betrayed your own grandmother, the one who loved you more than anyone else in this world! What a heinous, unforgivable act—to revile the very person who raised you. Such a grave sin… deserves to be punished threefold."

At her words, Malefica's cold facade cracked ever so slightly, her eyes narrowing. The accusation was aimed at the heart of her spell—the Wiccan Rule of Three. It was an old law in magic, one that stated any energy sent out would return to the caster threefold.

Malefica had wielded this principle to her advantage, amplifying her power each time she perceived her actions as "good deeds." But Cassandra was twisting it against her, redefining Malefica's actions as crimes that warranted retribution.

With a fierce glint in her eye, Cassandra aimed her next attack with renewed conviction.

This was no longer just a physical battle but a moral reckoning. The air grew thick with tension as Malefica's expression shifted, a subtle wariness in her gaze as she weighed her next move. Cassandra had struck a nerve, and they both knew it.

Malefica took a deep breath, she realized Cassandra had seen through the weakness of Triple Reload Goddess