Elana floated forward, her ice covering her approach. She held her sword in front of her, stabbing at Ashton’s back. Her body brimmed with the power of… Love…
The thought made her gag. But instead of ignoring the feeling as usual, Elana decided to focus on it. Embrace it and let it course through the veins.
To her displeasure, it helped. The incredible elation made her steps faster. Sharper. Her body responded precisely and quicker than before. Elana held back her instinct of fighting back against these intrusive feelings. They simply felt so alien despite being her own.
Meanwhile, the Magical Construct bearing the King’s soul changed Its attack pattern. It opened its arms wide, leaving itself open to several devastating attacks.
Ignoring those, the Construct hugged Ashton, its large palms gripping the man’s back and locking his arms.
The Golem’s head twisted while its side was impacted by terrible hammer blows. It looked at the Idiot Princess crying out in alarm and smiled. Its eyes were full of love and well wishes for the future of its child.
Elana smiled, too.
Only her smile was cruel. Elana reached incredible speed while Ahston struggled, finally realising something was wrong.
The Saint roared in anger, destroying the Golem with his divine hammers that seemed to grow in size.
It was too late for him.
The icicles continued to pelt his body, shattering his skin – leaving small bruises. The cold stifled his body as the temperature dropped. His body slowed down as ice began climbing up his legs.
Elana’s smile grew impossibly wide as her long, thin sword of ice reached the man’s back. She had sharpened and reinforced it to an incredible degree.
This was the attack that would take the man’s-
The sword crashed into Ashton’s back, its tip digging into the flesh and freezing the blood. Elana’s body came to a sudden halt. Her weapon failed to penetrate deeper than just a few centimetres.
The whiplash left her reeling. The sword slipped out of her hands as she failed to stop. Elana’s body slid further, hitting Ashton’s back and bouncing away from it.
Falling on her ass, Elana blinked, not believing her eyes. Her honed sword was now sticking from the naked man’s back, swinging around as he struggled to get out of the Golem’s grasp.
“I CRAFTED THIS BODY!” Ashton’s voice boomed. “I CRAFTED IT MYSELF! I MADE SURE IT IS THE STRONGEST! HAHA!” He began to laugh. “IT IS THE STRONGEST!”
While raving, Ashton continued to tear apart the Golem. The Idiot Princess’s screams didn’t stop him. Neither did the sword in his back.
Elana clenched her fist and jumped to her feet. She raised her hand and smashed her shield on the sword’s hilt, using it as a nail.
There was an immediate effect as the sword was driven deeper. Ashton howled, his voice turning inhuman. He managed to free one of his arms and tried to swat away Elana.
Avoiding the swing, Elana repeated her action, using her shield as a mallet. She slammed the shield into the impromptu nail, feeling the ice weapon crack from the strain.
While wishing Ashton would stop his yowls, Elana began forming another sword. The one stuck in the man’s body had begun to crack. It was ruined and unusable.
Unusable as a sword, that is.
Elana gritted her teeth and hammered down again. The impact finally was too much for her sword. As it was driven deeper, the hilt and its blade splintered in a small explosion of icy dust.
The pain proved to be a great motivator. Ashton howled again. His body spasmed in the Golem’s arms. He tore at his capturer’s skin, peeling it off. He systematically dismantled the soul-carrying entity.
Elana heard the Idiot Princess scream. She knew Moira was watching and likely about to rush towards her. Her ears picked up Catarina’s and Mary’s voices in the distance.
But around her, there was only a flurry of motion.
Ice continued to move angrily through the air, obscuring the world. Bits and pieces of the Golem were thrown about. Ashton’s hammers whooshed as he slugged against his enemy.
And he would soon be free.
Elana could feel the Golem’s strength sap through the many wounds it had sustained. She tried to freeze Ashton again. But as soon as the ice touched his skin, it seemed to slide off or shatter entirely.
“USELESS!” The Saint didn’t stop laughing. “MY BODY IS THE GREATEST CREATION!” He was manic. “IT IS ART!”
Finishing forming her sword, Elana stabbed Ashotn’s back again, aiming lower, hoping the flesh there would be softer.
The weapon punctured Ashton’s flank and shattered. Elana paled, falling back again as a hammer passed where she had been a moment ago. In her hands, a new sword formed.
But without enough time to reinforce it, it too would shatter upon the first contact. Elana pushed her dwindling mana supply into the weapon, knowing it was her only hope.
There was not enough time. Elana slashed at the enemy, leaving a thin, red line on his skin. It was too little, so she tried again.
Elana thickened the sheet of snow and ice around her. This wasn’t something she wanted others to see.
As Ashton tore off one of the Golem’s hands, Elana lowered her stance. She blinked, not believing what she was about to do.
There was no other choice.
After aiming for a moment, Ashton was momentarily still, and Elana attacked his back.
The tip of the sword shot forward, aiming at the dark, tight hole hidden between two muscled cheeks.
There was resistance. Elana didn’t allow herself to be stopped.
Ashton gasped at first and then let out an inhuman howl full of humiliation he felt.
That didn’t stop Elana either. She gathered the divine energy and reinforced her body. All of it was spent in this moment.
With all her strength, Elana continued to penetrate Ashton’s asshole, conquering the unexplored cave with chilling brutality.
