The night street fell into absolute silence.
Argovain was still trying to stay on his feet, his body covered in faulty invocations of gold and bronze, his confidence already cracked. His gaze met Lira's—and there was no uncontrolled hatred there.
There was resolve.
Lira took a step forward.The ground gave way under the weight of that movement.
— It was you, — she said, her voice deep, distorted by the transformation, — who thought you could take someone from us… and just keep walking.
Argovain tried to react.His right arm expanded, forming a golden barrier, ancient symbols pulsing across its surface.
Too late.
Lira twisted her entire body and focused everything into a single strike.
It wasn't fast.It wasn't elegant.It was inevitable.
Her fist cut through the air like a sentence.
Impact.
The sound was not an explosion—it was the structural failure of reality itself.
Argovain's body was split cleanly in half along the vertical axis, as if the world had decided he no longer needed to be whole. There was no blood spray, no gratuitous spectacle—just two halves falling in opposite directions, the summoned metal crumbling into useless dust before touching the ground.
Silence.
Rodyn's shadows retracted on their own.Elyra did not move.Vance only exhaled deeply.
The system took longer than usual to respond.
[SYSTEM — CRITICAL EVENT REGISTERED]• Target: Argovain• State: INCOMPATIBLE WITH CONTINUITY• Defense: IRRELEVANT• Result: TOTAL NULLIFICATION
Lira remained still for a moment, her fist still extended.Then she closed her hand.
— Weak, — she said without raising her voice. — To the very end.
Serphea watched the scene in silence.
On the other side of the street, under the pale moonlight, she saw Brak. But not as she remembered him. A zombie—empty, dead eyes, greenish and deformed skin, clumsy movements, yet with a strange focus. The sight shattered her heart.
Tears came fast and hot as fury and grief mixed inside her.
— Brak… I… I'll end them all, — she whispered, fists clenched, breathing hard.
The moment of mourning was instant.
Lira absorbed every drop of pain, every memory of the fallen friend, and an uncontrollable rage took hold of her. Her eyes blazed red and orange, intense like living embers, the air around her warping with pure energy.
Without hesitation, she grabbed Serphea by the shoulders, the supernatural strength of her grip impossible to resist.
— You thought you could play with us? You were wrong! — Lira roared.
With a colossal leap, Lira tore through the atmosphere, dragging Serphea with her, ignoring gravity and space. The city shrank beneath them; clouds and stars passed like toys.
— You will feel all the fury of someone who lost the one they loved! — she shouted.
Serphea vanished into space, helpless, while Lira kept her eyes fixed on Brak's zombie below, feeling the weight of every loss, every pain, every promise of vengeance.
The night sky itself seemed to acknowledge her rage— even the stars trembled before the power of Lira Danel.
Space offered no resistance—nor any escape.
Serphea floated in zero gravity, stunned, eyes wide, reflecting distant stars and the orange glow of Lira's fury.
— You will not survive! — Lira screamed, her voice charged with power, reverberating through the atmosphere that still clung to her, even without air.
Her fists were no longer merely human limbs—they were living concentrations of incandescent energy, red and orange flames coiling around every strike.
She advanced, and the vacuum did nothing to slow the speed or force of the blows. Each punch struck Serphea as if the universe itself approved. The leader of the Cobras' body convulsed, groaning, energy shattering around her.
Serphea tried to counter with venomous attacks, but Lira warped the space around them, deflecting every strike as if gravity were nothing more than a suggestion.
Then came the final blow.
Lira condensed all her fury, all her pain, all her hatred into a single fist, which exploded against Serphea, shattering her body into fragments of metallic energy. Each piece burned with orange flames, melting like liquid gold in the void.
— Now you feel the loss, the humiliation, and the weight of everything you did! — Lira shouted as she hurled the remaining fragments in all directions, completely disintegrating Serphea.
In space, the leader of the Cobras had nowhere to run. No ground. No hiding place. No allies. Only Lira—untouchable, absolute—and the emptiness of the cosmos bearing witness to her justice.
When everything finally settled, Lira floated there, her body still burning with contained energy, looking down at Brak's zombie on Earth—each tear turned into hatred, each breath into determination.
She had proven it: no one survives the fury of someone who has lost the one they loved.
The system recorded the destruction, but no mechanic could calculate the impact of a vengeance carried to the edge of the universe.
Lira blinked.Once.Twice.
Her red hair fell in heavy waves, reflecting the light vividly without dazzling. The black dress, elegant and fitted, rippled like liquid shadows, every fold perfect, every movement deliberate. Golden canine fangs gleamed subtly, natural—part of her, as normal as breathing, yet impossible to ignore. One eye a deep red, the other gold, reflecting the mansion with absolute calm, imposing power and presence.
The system responded in silence:
[SYSTEM — TRANSMIGRATION DETECTED]• User: Lira Danel• Current State: TRANSMIGRATION CONFIRMED• New Username: Clémence Lenoir
Clémence stopped before a massive, ornate mirror, her reflection capturing every detail of the mansion. Her red hair fell in heavy waves, reflecting the light streaming through the windows without blinding her eyes. The black dress, elegant and fitted, flowed like liquid shadows, every fold perfect, every movement calculated.
She blinked. Twice.
[SYSTEM — REFLECTION DETECTED]• Appearance: COMPLETE• State: TRANSMIGRATION CONFIRMED• Current Username: Clémence Lenoir• Level: 55• Class: Vampire• Powers: Fire and blood manipulation, total resistance to sunlight• Active Skills: UNKNOWN• Active Buffs: Focused mind, enhanced perception
She blinked once more, then again, studying every feature, every nuance of power emanating from herself.
— …the same vampire from my dream, — she murmured, her voice low, resonating with disbelief and reverence. — I… I am her.
The air around her seemed to vibrate, the system silently registering every change, every pulse of energy that could not be classified. She could feel the power flowing within her—fire and blood, absolute control over what was now her own essence.
A sound interrupted the moment.
A male voice, firm and direct, cut through the silence of the mansion:
— Clémence.