Lackey's Seducing Survival Odyssey

For several seconds, she remained on one knee, using the staff to support herself.

Then she began to stand.

Slowly… Painfully.

Her legs trembled beneath her weight.

Her breathing was ragged, and blood continued to trickle from the corner of her mouth.

Yet she refused to stay down.

With trembling legs, she forced herself upright.

She looked like a wounded hero who had already been pushed beyond the limits of her body, yet something within her still refused to surrender.

Her fingers tightened around the staff.

Her head slowly rose.

Beneath the shadow of her white hoodie, her eyes stared directly at the black-armoured figure.

The warmth that had once existed within them was gone.

Only a dead-cold determination remained.

THOM!

She struck the ground with her staff.

The sound echoed through the ruins.

The space surrounding them suddenly began to twist.

Buildings bent.

The horizon warped.

The ground curved unnaturally as the entire world seemed to fold into itself like a colossal kaleidoscope.

THOM!

She struck the ground again.

The Prophetess’s white robes suddenly flared outward as an immense golden-white radiance began gathering around her body.

The light grew brighter.

Brighter.

Brighter still!

It poured from her like a rising sun, swallowing the darkness surrounding her and illuminating every broken stone, every shattered building, and every fragment of debris scattered across the battlefield.

Then—

FLASSSSSSHHHHH!!!

The entire world disappeared beneath brilliant white light.

Every direction was consumed by an overwhelming radiance so intense that the ruins, the sky, the ground, and even the distant remnants of the Crucifix vanished beneath it.

Everything was white.

Everything… Except him.

The black-armoured figure remained standing within the impossible radiance.

The light surged toward him from every direction, carrying enough force to erase every darkness caught within its reach.

Yet just before it touched him—

He casually raised his hand.

Only one finger moved.

His pinky finger lifted.

!!

The advancing light suddenly stopped.

It halted directly before the tip of his pinky finger.

It did not touch him.

It could not.

An invisible force stood between them, holding back the entirety of the Prophetess’s overwhelming radiance as though the countless tons of power rushing toward him were nothing more than a gentle breeze.

The white light compressed against that unseen barrier.

It bent.

It twisted.

It flowed around him.

Streams of golden-white radiance curved around his body, splitting apart on either side before continuing into the distance.

The black-armoured figure remained completely still.

His raised pinky finger did not tremble.

The entire world was drowning in light.

Yet around him…

The light itself was forced to kneel.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about.”

He muttered the words with a faintly satisfied tone, as though he had finally seen something worthy of his attention.

Then he casually flicked his pinky finger.

SSssrrrhhh!!

The overwhelming radiance instantly dimmed.

The golden-white light that had covered the entire world vanished so abruptly.

The black-armoured figure lowered his hand.

“See? You can—”

His voice suddenly died.

There was nobody standing before him.

He stared at the empty space where the Prophetess had been only moments ago.

He blinked once.

Then twice.

His head slowly tilted to the side.

“…Did she run away?”

He remained completely still for several seconds.

Run away?

The Prophetess?

The woman who supposedly knew everything?

The ancient and terrifyingly wise Prophetess who had witnessed countless ages pass before her eyes?

The one whom even the world itself seemed to acknowledge?

There was absolutely no way she would run away.

She wasn’t afraid of anything.

She had stood before gods without lowering her head.

She had confronted beings capable of destroying worlds.

She had endured things that would have shattered ordinary minds.

There was simply no way she would run away from—

“GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!!!”

The Prophetess’s scream suddenly echoed through the ruined city.

She sprinted between the ruined buildings at full speed, her white robes whipping violently behind her as she twisted around fallen structures, leapt over collapsed walls, and desperately changed directions whenever another piece of rubble blocked her path.

“…Deja vu?”

The black-armoured figure only muttered while nodding.

Meanwhile, Prophetess ran through the ruins of the distorted city, her footsteps barely touching the fractured ground.

The buildings around her twisted.

She moved with them.