I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

Dust and debris hung in the air, but with a wave of her hand, Medea cleared it away, revealing the aftermath of the devastation. Ryuukiʼs unconscious body lay crumpled on the ground, utterly spent and motionless.

”RYUUKIIIIII!!!” Yumikoʼs horrified scream pierced the silence, her voice raw with anguish as she rushed toward his fallen form. Her eyes blazed with fury as she glared at me, her grief quickly turning into murderous intent.

Without hesitation, she summoned her spear and charged at me, her movements fueled by a desperate need for revenge. But before she could even reach me, I was already there, standing directly in front of her.

Yumiko froze, her body seized by fear as she realized she was too slow to raise her weapon in time. My sword swung toward her head, aiming to end the fight in one swift strike.

But before the blade could connect, a white katana intercepted it, the force of the clash sending sparks flying.

Akane clenched her teeth, struggling against the overwhelming force of my strike. Despite her determination, the power behind my swing was too much for her to withstand. She was thrown backward, and in the process, she managed to grab hold of Yumiko, pulling her along as they both tumbled through the air.

”P…PROTECT THE HEROES!!!” a desperate voice rang out. It was a cry from one of the knights of Kastoria, who had been watching the battle unfold with mounting horror. Until now, they had hesitated to intervene, knowing they were no match for their own strongest warriors, let alone me. But seeing their heroes falter, they could no longer stand idly by.

The knights surged forward in a wave, their numbers reaching into the hundreds. They unleashed a barrage of magical attacks, a dazzling array of elements that lit up the battlefield with a cacophony of light and sound. Fire, ice, lightning—everything they could muster was hurled at me in a desperate bid to overwhelm.

I charged forward, a wall of darkness rising above me. The shadowy force absorbed their attacks as if they were nothing more than raindrops against a storm. The first knight who dared to close in on me swung his sword with all his might, but he was too slow. I easily sidestepped his strike and with a swift motion, sliced off his arm.

Blood sprayed from the wound as he screamed in agony, his severed limb falling to the ground.

What followed was nothing short of a massacre.

I cut through the ranks of knights with ruthless efficiency, my black sword carving through flesh and bone as though they were paper. Each swing of my blade ended a life, each step I took leaving behind a trail of carnage. The air was thick with the stench of blood, the ground beneath me growing slick with it. My dark armor and hair were soon drenched in crimson, but I paid it no mind.

I continued to kill, each life taken without hesitation or remorse, while the horrified eyes of the Heroes of Kastoria watched, powerless to stop the slaughter.

Yes. Watch closely.

This is the true face of this world.

After dispatching what must have been the hundredth knight, I suddenly felt a surge of danger and instinctively stepped back, narrowly avoiding a black flash that sliced through the space I had just occupied.

It was Akane again, but she was different now. Black veins pulsed along her body, and her strength had grown exponentially, at least five times stronger than before—and it seemed to be increasing by the second. Her aura was suffused with a dark energy that was both familiar and terrifying.

She took a stance, her movements sharp and precise, and in the blink of an eye, she vanished. Her speed was astounding, nearly beyond my ability to track. But my demonic left eye caught the faintest trace of her movement.

I swung my sword with all my might.

BADOOOM!

This time, the impact sent me sliding back several meters, the force of the collision reverberating through my entire body. Akaneʼs eyes glowed faintly red, her expression a mixture of pain and rage. Yet despite the obvious strain, she rushed at me once more, her intent clear—she meant to kill.

I met her charge head-on, parrying her sword with my own, but the force of her blows was immense. Each strike made my arm throb with the effort of holding my ground, yet I remained outwardly calm, refusing to show any sign of weakness. We traded blows at a furious pace, her relentless assault gradually pushing me back.