"Kohaku!? What are you doing here?!" Haruka shouted, his voice filled with concern.
"Don't worry, Haruka! I'm here to help!" Kohaku replied, her voice steady as she stepped forward, gripping her axe tightly.
"Hmm… hhmm!" Fyn growled, her aura surging with energy.
"Tch… fine. Just don't do anything reckless," Haruka muttered. He drew a pistol from his pocket, gripping his bat with his other hand.
"Understood," Kohaku nodded, readying her stance.
"Hmm!" Fyn roared, charging at them while summoning a bolt of lightning.
"What is she even saying?" Kohaku asked while sprinting toward Fyn.
"Something about Evangelion being a happy show," Haruka replied sarcastically, raising his gun and—
BANG! BANG!
The shots rang out. Fyn sliced the bullets mid-air and retaliated with a bolt of lightning aimed at Kohaku. Haruka intercepted it with his bat, the electricity coursing through him violently.
"Argh—! That… hurt," he grunted through clenched teeth, forcing himself upright. He fired again.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Fyn cut every bullet with ease. The air crackled as dark clouds began to form above them. Thunder rumbled.
"She's changing the weather…" Haruka said, eyes narrowing as Fyn levitated into the air.
"Back away, Kohaku!" he shouted.
"Got it!" she responded, pulling back quickly.
"Skill: Open World!" Fyn screamed.
A transparent barrier expanded, enclosing the entire area within a kilometer radius. The outside world faded into silence.
"...Shit. We're trapped," Haruka muttered, steadying his stance.
"What do you mean?" Kohaku asked, scanning the enclosed battlefield.
"I need to use my next skill… but it requires a chant," Haruka said grimly. He struck the ground with his bat. A glowing summoning circle flared beneath them.
"Summon: Helliard."
From the circle emerged a towering man with dark skin, clad in armor and wielding a massive sword. His presence was overwhelming.
"Helliard. Protect me and Kohaku. Destroy any fire or lightning that comes our way. I trust you," Haruka commanded.
He sat down and pressed his palms together, beginning his chant.
"Understood." Helliard stepped forward, sword ready.
Kohaku turned to him. "Who are you?"
"My name… is Helliard," he replied, then swung his sword upward, cleaving a massive fireball Fyn hurled toward them.
Fyn's expression twisted in frustration.
"Your attitude is disgraceful," Helliard growled, leaping toward her.
"How are you understanding what she says?!" Kohaku shouted.
"Only men can hear it clearly!" Helliard roared as he brought his sword down upon Fyn.
Meanwhile, Haruka's chant intensified.
"Ó theé tis fotiás, evlógise ton ypiréti sou me ti dýnami tis flógas…"
("Oh god of fire, bless your servant with the power of flame…")
The area began transforming—magma cracked the earth, the air became suffocatingly hot. A volcano-like terrain began forming beneath their feet.
Fyn looked around at the erupting landscape. Calmly, she spoke:
"Absolute Cancel."
The effects were instant. Skills vanished. The constructed terrain crumbled. The barrier dissolved. Even Helliard began to fade.
"No! She has that skill?!" Helliard shouted as he vanished into light.
The spell Haruka was chanting broke apart, fading from existence.
"Kohaku! Get back, now!" Haruka yelled. He ran toward Fyn as Kohaku complied, hurling her axe.
Fyn smacked the axe aside, shattering the blade mid-air. She caught the broken handle, then hurled it like a spear.
It pierced straight through Kohaku's chest.
"Kohaku!!" Haruka froze. He turned to her, blood pouring from her wound as she collapsed. He ran toward her—
But an explosion took his left leg.
He hit the ground hard. Blood soaked the earth.
"Shit… Summon: Jokert," Haruka gasped.
Another summoning circle appeared. A man in a clown mask stepped out, stretching casually.
"Finally… I've been summoned," Jokert said, his voice cold and deliberate.
"Jokert… distract that target!" Haruka ordered, pressing his hand to the ground and molding a chunk of earth into a prosthetic leg through sheer will.
"Understood." Jokert began levitating.
Fyn raised her hand in the shape of a pistol.
"That stance… it's foolish," Jokert muttered, raising a stop gesture.
"Hmm?!" Fyn summoned a spiked mace from her inventory.
"Let's see if your strength matches your arrogance," Jokert said.
He dashed forward.
The true battle had just begun.....
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Well feel bad for that guy...anywho byeee reader
To be continued