Chapter 165: The Dance of Radiant Blades and the Melting of the Tyrant's Statue
The air within the crystal courtyard was no longer merely hot; it had become a furnace where every atom of magic boiled. Rina, suspended in mid-air, radiated a white light that surged from her body like ocean waves. Her eyes, now two infinite springs of brilliance, were fixed solely on the decaying form of her Grandmother, who writhed within the glowing chains. Diyari, standing beside her like a majestic mountain, held Rina's hand. The "Imaginary Power" that was once a small fragment had transformed into an ocean, sweeping away all of the Grandmother's barriers. The Grandmother, whose face now resembled parched earth, realized this was the end of her dark empire—the conclusion of an era ruled by hatred and torture.
In a voice full of majesty that echoed throughout the courtyard, Rina said: "Grandmother, you always said love was a weakness; you said loyalty was only for the 'foolish.' Now, look... see how this 'foolishness' of ours shakes the throne of your shadows. You wanted to make me Diyari's killer, but you only succeeded in one thing: you made me the protector of his soul." Rina extended her right hand and initiated the magic of "The Dance of Radiant Blades." Thousands of tiny daggers made of white and red light manifested in the air, falling like stars from the heavens. These blades swirled around the Grandmother, creating a sound like a terrifying and vengeful symphony with every rotation.
The Grandmother cried out in a raspy voice: "No! This is impossible! I am the Sovereign of all sorcerers! I will not let this light humiliate me!" She attempted to gather the last of her shadow strength to form a shield, but Rina's radiant blades tore through it as if it were mere paper. Every blade that struck the Grandmother's body inflicted a pain that was not just physical, but spiritual. She felt each cut stripping away the dark spells she had hoarded for thousands of years. Her blood was no longer black; it had become a foul smoke billowing from her wounds.
Diyari, the golden light from his chest now turning the courtyard into broad daylight, said: "Grandmother, you wanted to plant 'ugliness' in this world, but the only thing truly ugly is your black soul, which holds no light. Today, this courtyard shall become the graveyard for all the lies you told us." Diyari caused the light from his chest to become a massive chain, coiling around the Grandmother's throat. This was no ordinary shackle; it was the Chain of Truth. Whenever she attempted to plead or lie, the chain tightened, choking her. The Grandmother was now like a broken doll in the hands of the two lovers.
The vengeance deepened as Rina cast the "Mirror of Destruction." Before the Grandmother's eyes, hundreds of mirrors appeared, showing her not as a powerful sorceress, but as a frail, cowardly old woman loathed by the world. Rina said: "This is your true face, Grandmother. Without magic, you are nothing but a hollow shadow. Look at those eyes... look at the hatred that is consuming you." Within the mirrors, the shadows began to strike her—the very shadows she had created, now under Rina's command.
The Grandmother groaned in agony, feeling her body shattering into pieces. The red light of vengeance, coming from every corner of the courtyard, burned her skin like boiling acid. Rina turned all the insults the Grandmother had hurled at Diyari—calling him "ugly" and "foolish"—into thousands of arrows that pierced the Grandmother's tongue and ears. She could no longer utter a single word; she could only stare at the white light erasing her existence. This was the ruthless retribution demanded by cosmic justice.
The courtyard had become the site of a radiant storm. All the crystals the Grandmother once used to imprison Diyari now turned into weapons against her. With a single gesture, Rina caused the crystals to explode, their sharp shards flying into the Grandmother's body. She looked like a statue riddled with holes, leaking red and black light. Diyari and Rina raised their hands together, bringing the anthem of "Red Vengeance" to its climax. A tremendously powerful beam struck the balcony like a great blade, turning all of the Grandmother's destruction into ash.
As she hung in the air, the Grandmother felt her soul tearing apart. Rina unleashed the "Stone Tears" spell, turning the very air around the Grandmother into sharp stone fragments that pierced her lungs. The Grandmother tried to beg, but Rina replied coldly: "Pleading is for humans, but you are no longer human; you are an ancient curse that must be purged." Rina caused her body to begin a slow burn—a burning that did not bring death, but prolonged the agony for thousands of years.
Diyari stepped forward and placed his hand on the crystal floor. A golden light emerged from the earth, and all the imprisoned souls the Grandmother had enslaved appeared one by one. They watched her with silent eyes, offering their strength to Rina and Diyari to weigh down the vengeance. A terror seized the Grandmother like she had never felt before. She knew these souls were thirsty for her pain. Rina allowed each soul to strike her body once—blows filled with the spite and pain of long, dark years.
The Red Vengeance continues, and the ruthlessness of Rina and Diyari has reached its peak. They have decided that she must not simply die; she must witness her entire empire crumble to dust. Using "Time Stasis" magic, Rina trapped the Grandmother in a single second of agony that felt like millennia. Inside her mind, time stood still; she only felt the knives tearing through her chest. This was the very punishment she had invented for those who defied her, and now she was its prime victim.
The courtyard was filled with a terrifying silence, broken only by the Grandmother's moans. The white and golden light shielded Diyari and Rina, ensuring no debris touched them. Rina surveyed the ruins and said: "This is only the beginning. The Red Vengeance has much further to go. Every room where you plotted must become a fire that burns you." She kept the Grandmother suspended as radiant chains sliced through her limbs. She was now a bloody puppet trembling in a crimson sea.
Diyari looked at Rina, and seeing the power and majesty in his beloved's eyes brought him peace. He knew she was no longer the timid girl the Grandmother could manipulate. Holding hands, they unleashed another beam: "The Rain of Justice." The raindrops, once black, were now golden light; each drop hitting the Grandmother created a new wound. She looked like a hollowed statue, with red and black light erupting from her as if a small hell had exploded within her body.
In this chapter, the Grandmother lost all hope. She knew they didn't just want her death; they wanted to erase her very existence as a sorceress. Rina caused all of the Grandmother's magic books and dark manuscripts—records of a history filled with tyranny—to burn. The smoke from the books swirled like a dark spirit, but with one gesture, Rina turned it into pure light and sent it to the heavens. This was the cleansing of the world from the curses she had planted.
The castle was collapsing entirely, but the crystal courtyard remained, having become a temple for their vengeance and love. Diyari and Rina stood amidst the ruin, surrounded by swirling white and golden light. They knew this was just the start of a new era where magic and shadows no longer rule, but only the vow they made to each other in blood and wounds. The Grandmother, with a mangled body and shattered soul, remains suspended like a statue of pain, awaiting the final blow in the chapters to come.
Silence has returned, but this time it is filled with the glory of two humans who, through their love, shook the throne of shadows. Everything is set for the upcoming parts, where the vengeance will grow heavier and more merciless until no trace of the Grandmother remains on this earth. Diyari and Rina looked at each other, seeing a future where pain no longer exists—but before reaching it, they must bring this crimson war to its ultimate end.
Written by: Dlin_myth