Hildr moved her hands as though summoning something from a different world. Five ice spears appeared out of nowhere. They cut through space with incredible speeds that made space tremble.
Stevens saw the danger, and he immediately jumped to his feet and dodged as best he could, but Hildr had timed everything to near perfection. Stevens dodged three spears, but the remaining two struck him in the stomach, and the force was so great that he was carried backwards and slammed into the walls for a second time.
The room trembled once more. The people who were watching all this through their magia were completely glued to their screens. They could not believe what was right before their eyes. If it was not a known fact that falsehood could not be broadcast by the magia, countless people would not have believed what they were seeing.
Like a bug, Stevens was pinned to the wall.
Hildr was not in great shape herself, and this weakness was seen as she slowly walked towards Stevens.
She had been sealed by the chains for more than a few days, and this had left her Sol in a chaotic state. This had led to her weakness. If not for this, she would have already killed Stevens with the first move. After all, she had even managed to kill the Sun Born Saint.
Stevens' blood covered the floor, joining the blood that had already been left behind by Hildr. He struggled to free himself before Hildr reached him, but the spears had gotten him good. One of them had even passed through his sternum; removing it was a battle on its own.
On top of this, his healing abilities were far from those of Hildr's.
"I made you kill your men, but that was all a result of your foolish ignorance. You could not bear your uselessness and so decided to come and place your failures on me. This was your second mistake. More powerful people have tried to kill me, and yet here I stand, thousands of years later. Your schemes were doomed from the very start. You should have accepted your fate as a nobody and lived the rest of your life as far away from me as possible." Hildr opened her left palm, and a slender sword made of ice began growing rapidly.
By the time she reached the man on the wall, the sword was ready. Hildr had wasted time by moving so slowly towards the man, but she had no other option. She felt that if she were to push herself any further, there was even a chance of her Sol turning against her. In the worst-case scenario, she could explode on the spot. She had to wait for her Sol to realign itself with her body and soul before she could exert herself any further.
She knew that wasting time when dealing with enemies was something that only fools who thought themselves superior to their enemies did. Hildr did not think this way. In her eyes, all her enemies were as powerful and as intelligent as she was.
Even if this was not always the case, there was no downside to thinking this way.
She had learned this lesson the hard way.
Stevens looked directly into Hildr's eyes. He hoped to find mercy or even a wisp of regret in their deep blue hue, but he found nothing but resolve and a calm that made his heart go colder. Hildr had no regrets about what she had done to his men.
She stood before him and, without waiting for the man to even say his last words, she raised the sword and moved it to pierce his heart. Stevens grabbed the sword in an attempt to hold it back.
Hildr did not look away from the man. She stared into his eyes and pushed the sword forward. Stevens grunted as he brought out all the power he had left.
"Why did you have to kill them?" he asked as blood came out of the corner of his lips.
"They stood in my way," Hildr replied honestly. To her, those men had died for no other reason than this. If they had not stopped her carriage, she was almost sure that she would never have crossed paths with them, and they would most likely still be alive.
Stevens gritted his teeth, with his eyes filled with the fires of defiance. He believed he was the righteous party in this battle, and the world would recognize this fact. Even if he had lost miserably, he believed that more people would rise up and deal with this Cursed Princess and her entire clan. He believed they were the greatest evils among the Otherkind. Hildr could see the hatred and hope within the man's eyes, but she did not care.
"I will kill them all," she said as she finally pushed the sword into the man's chest. The sword easily parted flesh and broke through bone, reaching the heart. Without any mercy, Stevens' heart was eviscerated, leaving behind ribbons of muscle and nothing more. Stevens coughed out blood as his body began deflating.
He was on the verge of death.
Slowly but surely, the man's eyes closed with regret on his face. He was dead.
Hildr let out a sigh of relief, and those that had watched this fight were still glued to their screens. They had always known that the Cursed Princess was powerful due to her lineage, but they now understood that her willpower and decisiveness alone would have made her a great personage no matter who her parents had been. Hildr moved to leave the room. She had not seen anyone else with her attacker, and so she was reasonably convinced that her troubles had come to an end.
As she opened the door to leave the room, she felt a shift in the world. It was as though the Sol was being sucked up by some kind of abyss that wanted to give birth to truth. Hildr felt an overwhelming sense of danger approaching her back. She immediately jumped to the side, and before she reached the floor, she heard a powerful explosion. The small room completely fell apart. Before her, Hildr saw a legendary creature. This was her first time laying eyes on it, but she knew what it was. After all, there were songs and legends written about it.