[Hero's next action—Critical Success!]
1.5. Tuning Balance (Favorable Direction)
2.6. Celestial Scales—Horn
3.7. Celestial Scales—Magic
4. Hero received recognition from the Doctrine of Reason
8. Father received negation from the Doctrine of Reason
9. Skill Activation: Innocence(?)
10. Great Success/Great Failure
♛:[Hero activates skill: Tuning Balance (Favorable Direction)]
Hero's Strength, Perception, Intelligence halved; Agility, Constitution, Charm *2
Constitution: 511 (*2)
Above the ruins of the Viscount Mansion, the howling gale gathered around Father, mixed with swirling dust, giving tangible form to the inherently shapeless wind.
The orderly streams of airflow formed into whirlwinds of sand, some spinning in place like pillars, others spreading into vortices, ultimately intertwining to sketch a grand palace looming over the ruins.
And Father stood at the center of the palace, as if the ruler of the skies, indifferently overlooking the subjects below.
The raging winds surged, amidst the swirling dust and stones, the Hero struggled to stand, the Wind Moon Night on her neck reverted to an ankle ornament, dim and evidently damaged.
Yet she ignored these details, opening her mouth wide as if attempting to swallow all the air.
Accompanied by the tolling of the Celestial Scales, the Magic Power belonging to Father, pervasive in the air, was completely swallowed by her, followed by the purification of filth, transforming into pure, flawless white light, starting to bloom from within her body.
Father's eyebrows slightly furrowed, the winds surrounding him grew increasingly fierce, resisting the invisible plunder.
[Hero activates skill: Swallowing Filth and Purifying God (Charm Resistance)]
[Father's Resistance (Sky Hall +50, value difference x2 -20)]
D145+50=d145(53)+50=103
[Resistance Successful, Hero gains 243 fixed damage bonus]
Beside, the Depraved Hero kicked away rubble, climbing up from the ruins as well, unlike the Hero, she lacked the ability to isolate filth, now looking utterly disheveled, with burning anger in her crimson eyes.
"Don't get too cocky—" she shouted defiantly, her voice abruptly interrupted by a crisp biting sound.
Hero's silver teeth clashed, devouring the rampant Wind Magic Power in the air, then radiant beams burst forth from her body, like countless spears thrusting forward.
The grandiose palace constructed by the gust, supported for mere seconds under this impact, instantly began to collapse.
The walls of wind and sand were pierced by countless white beams, leaving empty spaces, like crude erasures on sand drawings, shattered under the penetration of light.
Father silently raised the Crystal Spear, the spearhead emitting a soft emerald radiance, yet like a general without soldiers, no amount of orders could halt the collapse before him.
"Ha, well done indeed."
The Depraved Hero raised her eyebrows, the dark magic power on her body abruptly surged, transforming the devoured filth.
The light on the Hero grew even stronger, as if moonlight poured down, where it reached, the gale turned coat, the palace collapsed. The Wind Magic Power originally under Father's control was entirely plundered, devoured, becoming vast power within her.
On the other side, the darkness around the Depraved Hero grew denser, gradually devouring her outline, finally even her visage became blurred, leaving only two points of scarlet gaze burning within the black mist.
[Hero activates skill: Gale Protection, Agility +10, fixed at maximum value for this turn = 423]
[Because the Hero's Agility exceeds Father's, Father cannot activate skill: Divine Speed this turn]
[Hero activates skill: Sacrifice (Swallowing Filth and Purifying God +243)]
2d8+2d511+100+73+2d20+243=(5)+(3)+(168)+(169)+(11)+(6)+416=778
[Father's Reaction (failure if below 210)]
D245+70=d245(126)+70=196
Bathing in the falling rubble from the collapsing palace, Father's eyes abruptly contracted, his figure transforming into a remnant image, enveloped by emerald Magic Power, rising with the wind and retreating rapidly.
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The erupting Magic Power rocked the atmosphere, converging into two intersecting black and white lightning bolts, shooting toward Father.
In the sky, emerald light traced an ethereal arc, followed closely by black and white beams of light leaving lightning-like twisted trails, strangling that emerald light.
The three beams of light fiercely chased across the sky, where they passed, fierce shockwaves erupted. The impact easily destroyed walls, shattered the earth, even the still intact parts of the Viscount Mansion trembled, near shattering, teetering on the brink.
The three observers in the courtyard each employed their methods and were unaffected by the aftershock, gazing fixedly at the battle above.
Brother frowned, eyes flickering with magical light. He analyzed every captured detail, a torrent of information flowed by, sweat seeped from his forehead.
"That guy, didn't use full power when fighting me?" he murmured to himself, unable to conceal his complex emotions.
Beside him, Mother's gaze was locked onto the battlefield, at the same time her peripheral glance grazed the tattered Viscount Mansion, faint ripples of helplessness emerged vaguely.
Though she, being one of the Moon People, possessed a unique mission, she was also the lady of the Viscount Mansion, managing most of the household economy.
And now, the painstakingly established mansion lay in ruins, thinking about the repairs and costs to come, even she couldn't avoid some emotions.
The Gleaming Scale Serpent stood straight, with confidence in the queen and concern, both conflicting emotions coexisting, making it impossible for him to avert his gaze for a moment.