Chapter 180: Chapter 180: Huntress and her sister
Chapter 180 – Huntress and her sister

The war was nearly over.

The mundane soldiers were all dead. Only the smart ones—the ones who knew victory now depended solely on their leaders—had stopped fighting.

And so, only the true battles remained.

The clashes that actually mattered.

The battles of the real monsters.

Even Eric, Rouge, and Malrik stopped after carving through every elf in their path. There was simply no one left to kill.

Neko lounged atop a throne of black frostfire. Ester sat beside her, perched on a throne sculpted from living shadow.

“Think they’ll win?” Neko asked, grinning lazily.

Ester’s smile mirrored hers. “Of course.”

There wasn’t a shred of doubt in either of their voices.

Belzebuth and his demon legions were still locked in battle with the enraged dragons. It was brutal. Violent. Earth-shattering.

But it was already decided.

The dragons were few.

The demons?

Legions.

And Belzebuth wasn’t the broken little monster he used to be. Not anymore.

Noah had completed him. Refined him. Made him whole.

He was terrifying now. A nightmare with purpose.

As for the Celestials—ha! Their deaths were piling up so fast it was almost comical.

Dominique and Lilith were playing with them. Dismantling their divine pride one soul at a time with only lust and charm.

So much for the so called “superior race.”

The beast army?

Slaughtered.

The Shadowbounds and Bloodhearts had torn through them, but not without losses. Even Red Bloodheart had been seriously injured—fighting a beast commander just as strong as her. SS-rank versus SS-rank.

She won.

But she paid for it.

Still, a blood-soaked, savage smile curled her lips. She relived that fight in her head over and over, body still trembling from the high.

Truly—like daughter, like mother.

Now, only the final fights remained.

And even they…

Would end soon.

…

“Astral Step.”

Nephis’s voice echoed out as she vanished, space cracking in her wake like broken glass melting in a furnace.

A second later, she reappeared meters away, facing Aphasia.

She stared at her sister, eyes narrowed. Calm. Calculating.

“Since when were you this strong? And when the hell did you start summoning high-level spirits?” Nephis asked, voice sharp.

That question had haunted her since the beginning of this fight.

Aphasia was never capable of this before. So what the hell changed?

Aphasia only smiled.

Then vanished instantly.

She reappeared in front of Nephis in an instant—her left leg shifting into pure shadow, slamming down to bind Nephis’s shadow while her right hand transformed into a hardened earth spirit’s fist.

There was no hesitation.

No mercy.

This wasn’t sisterly rivalry.

This was a war punch.

“Fuck—!” Nephis growled as she summoned a mist of stardust to shield herself.

Too late.

BAAAAM—!

The punch crashed into her face.

Nephis flew back like a ragdoll, crashing into the ground hard enough to rattle the earth. Dust erupted from the impact. For a moment, she was gone.

Then the smoke cleared.

She knelt, blood dripping from her lips.

Her eyes, burning like dying stars, locked onto Aphasia.

“You asked for it.”

Above them, the torn sky lit up.

“Starfall Shot.”

Tiny stars—condensed starlight, sharp as blades—began raining down like silver bullets in a storm.

It was beautiful.

If you didn’t know better.

But when they hit—

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Explosions lit up the battlefield, engulfing Aphasia in a chain of blasts that shredded everything in a wide radius.

Nephis didn’t stop. She knew only this will not be enough to take down her sister.

So—

“Constellation Forge — Bow of Orion.” Nephis muttered under her breath.

Immediately, a bow materialized in her hand, forged from pure starlight. Its body shimmered like black obsidian fractured with glowing cracks, pulsing with veins of silver.

As for the bowstring, it was barely visible. Only a thread of light thinner than air itself.

The moment Nephis grasped the bow…

She moved with no hesitation. No wasted motion.

Her stance was perfect.

No doubt, no fear. Just grace and precision.

And right now, right there…

She wasn’t a champion anymore.

She was a huntress.

The blasts died down and smoke finally settled.

Aphasia emerged—burned, battered, her clothes and skin scorched. Her silver hair was caked with dust and ash.

She hadn’t escaped unscathed.

And then her eyes landed on the bow.

She froze at the sight.

But Nephis didn’t care about her expression.

“Huntress’s Mark.” Her voice echoed out.

A glowing sigil formed on Aphasia’s forehead. Only Nephis could see it. But Aphasia felt it. Something was off.

Something was wrong.

But too bad.

No time to think.

“Starpiercer Shot.”

Nephis’s voice cracked through the air like a divine arrow loosed by a vengeful god.

The shot didn’t fly.

It appeared.

Right in front of Aphasia’s chest.

Her heart skipped.

“Shadow Spirit—Full Transformation!”

Aphasia shouted instantly as her body became pure shadow.

The arrow struck.

What happened next was indescribable.

The world trembled. The sky shuddered.

A wave of exploding starlight tore through everything in a massive radius, raining down fragments of falling stars like an apocalyptic meteor shower.

BOOOOOOOOM!

Nephis huffed, her breath heavy. The bow dissolved in a shimmer of stardust.

That attack had drained her nearly everything she had.

“But worth it,” she whispered through clenched teeth, a smirk on her lips.

To outsiders, it looked like she was trying to kill her sister.

But Nephis knew better.

“I know you’re not dead,” she muttered.

With a wave of her hand, she blew away the dust and smoke.

And there it was.

A pool of twisting shadow.

It churned, writhed.

Then—slowly—a figure rose from it.

A woman.

Aphasia.

She was burned, her whole body bleeding massively. Even her skin was peeled in some places.

Her body…was truly wrecked.

But her eyes were calm, unwavering…

And unapologetic.

There was only a subtle grimace on her face as she stood up.

She looked at Nephis for a moment.

Then grinned.

Not her usual grin.

No.

Noah’s devilish grin.

“Fine, sister,” she said, her voice low and dangerous.

“You want seriousness?”

“I will give you that.”

She took a deep breath.

Then—

“Elysiari’s Apex Form.”

Silence.

A second passed.

Then—

Nephis shuddered.

A chill ran down her spine.

Not from cold.

But from pure, primal dread.

—End of Chapter 180—

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