Yoma lay unconscious near the shattered road.
Mausa lay beside her, barely breathing.
Lancelot clones reached them. "The clones carried them to Lancelot, who was fully equipped with amor, who sat in a forest near an old tree. His sword, filled with electricity, the sword was pinned into the ground near Lancelot who was not far from the battlefield. A massive hole that separated the battlefield from the forest."
The battlefield faded from his awareness clones fought, fire roared, steel clashed.
Lancelot act like none of it mattered to him, like he was not in the battlefield.
He placed his hand gently on Yoma's forehead, closed his eyes and meditated. Inside his mind, the doors of his spirit cores opened one by one.
Yoma's spirit core flickered weakly, its colors shifting erratically, unstable, barely holding cohesion. Multiple layers deception essence leaked outward, fracturing like light through broken glass.
She never had the strength to resist even if she was conscious.
Lancelot's human essence entered her core slowly.
Relentlessly.
There was no struggle.
Only inevitability.
Her spirit core unraveled, its essence flowing into Lancelot like ink into water colors bleeding, merging, dissolving. Within his inner world, a new space formed. A artificial domain constructed through sheer will.
He mixed his blood with raw spirit essence, stabilizing the volatile illusion energy, forcing it into containment near his magic core.
The process was brutal and efficient.
Yoma exhaled once and did not inhale again.
Lancelot did not open his eyes he moved to Mausa placed his hand against Mausa head repeated the process immediately resistance. He failed
Mausa's spirit core lashed outward violently, earth energy rejecting Lancelot's human essence compatibility wasn't there, earth core cannot merge or be one with Lancelot human essence. Human essence are the will of humans used to suppressed, refine and upgrade the core.
Lancelot frowned slightly then backlash blood coming out of his eyes, mouth and ears as he pushed harder the backlash struck him, blood spilled from his nose.
"…Unstable," he murmured.
He tried again.
The rejection intensified.
Lancelot was not able to refine the earth spirit core but he managed to extract it.
He severed the connection cleanly.
Mausa's spirit core collapsed.
Life faded.
Lancelot stored the incompatible core within a sealed secondary domain isolated, dormant, dangerous.
Mausa's chest stilled.
Silence followed.
A method know to few in Britain. After Britain lost the war many secrets and ways to improve the spirit core was banned as time passed all was forgotten. Thanks to princess Emilia i was able to gains the illusion spirit core now i can sneak into Britainnia royal castle and other countries in Britain to steal all of the scerets of cores.
Across the battlefield.
Taiyor clenched his sword.
The clones tightened their formation.
The stalemate held.
Lancelot rose slowly to his feet.
His eyes opened.
Different.
Calmer.
Colder.
Behind him, illusion essence shimmered faintly new and unstable.
He looked toward Aisha and Taiyor.
The clones advanced.
The hole in the ground yawned like a wound.
Shattered stone and collapsed earth stretched dozens of meters across, its depth uneven, jagged, and unstable.
Lancelot stood at its edge.
For a brief moment, instinct whispered the obvious solution.
Fly.
Electricity stirred faintly inside his chest only an echo, only memory, but the response was immediate. Pain flared along the fractures in his lightning domain, sharp and warning, like glass scraping against bone.
He stopped.
If he activated electricity essence he know he would die, he can't recover, no one can recover from a over used spirit core.
"…Even if i used my thunder twin core the results is the same," he muttered.
Behind him, the battlefield went quiet.
Too quiet.
His clones were gone.
All of them.
He turned his head slightly.
Twin cores are unique types of core only twins possess the are classified into two groups shared and anti—shared twin core. Shared twin core is when both twin share the same core, it covers all aspects sharing twin core had the advantage of incredible amount of spirit essence, they can tell where their twin brother(sister) is located the more distance the more time it takes to tell, they also have the advantage to notice if thier twin brother (sister) is fighting because thier spirit essence will also be decreasing.
Anti shared twin core they are totally different from shared twin core they possess an opposite core take Lancelot Loid as an example he possessed lighting and thunder in one spirit core without spirit essence he can't use thunder or electricity. Anti shared twin core also have another advantage that's they possess multiple spirit core at birth.
Aisha stood amid fading embers, her breathing steady, fire coiling tightly around her arms rather than raging outward. Taiyor stood beside her, blade shortened now, condensed into a dense, dark weapon optimized for close combat.
At their feet nothing.
No clones.
No movement.
They had killed them all.
Aisha's eyes locked onto Lancelot.
"So," she said calmly, "It seems like we can't come to an agreement and your demonic nature pissed me off what i want now is to take your life and avanged my comrades."
Lancelot exhaled slowly.
He stepped forward.
A clone emerged beneath his foot, solidifying just long enough to bear his weight. Another formed ahead. Then another.
One by one, he crossed the fractured ground each step measured, deliberate, restrained. He used is clones as steps to get to his goals.
When he reached solid earth again, the clone beneath him dissolved.
He stood alone.
Across from them.
Three elites remained on the field.
Two against one.
Taiyor moved first.
No warning.
No signal.
His body blurred as he closed the distance instantly, blade elongating mid-step, angling for Lancelot's throat.
Lancelot leaned aside.
Steel passed where his neck had been.
His fist came up.
Taiyor blocked.
The impact cracked the air.
Aisha followed immediately fire compressed into a focused lance rather than an explosion.
Lancelot pivoted.
The heat grazed his shoulder, searing his cloth.
He created a clone.
Only one.
It emerged beside him, identical in presence, posture, and pressure. Not a decoy. Not a fragment. A clone that possess ninety percent of his strength if not for his intelligence the clone would have been his equal.
Lancelot: Since the beginning of time humans have always rule over all creatures due to Wisdom they possess high intelligence. A person's worth is not determined by how beautiful or kind they are. Intelligence, strength and reputation humans use these significant things to rule over themselves without these you are no better than cow a mere livestock who can't defy fate. To seek Immortality i would sail across the sea find new lands anyone who opposed me shall know my wrath one's there is no one left to oppose me i will become a supreme being someone who rules the world from the shadows.
Taiyor's eyes narrowed instantly.
"…Is he insane, he thinks he can become a supreme being with just hard work, since the beginning of time there has been only two supreme being light supreme being and time supreme being you must be burn with luck a destiny that awaits your arrival it doesn't matter how hard you try you will never become a supreme being."
Lancelot did not say another word he frowned.The clone moved at the same time Lancelot did.
They split.
Then crossed paths and passed through each other.
Invincibility activated at the precise moment of overlap, their bodies phasing without resistance, without delay. The effect was seamless so perfect that for an instant, even Aisha lost track of which was which.
Both Lancelots struck.
Taiyor barely blocked in time, forced backward by the synchronized blows.
Aisha unleashed fire.
Two figures leapt in opposite directions.
One rolled.
One slid.
They rose together
No wasted motion.
No words.
The fight became pure exchange.
Fists collided.
Bone met force.
Lancelot and his clone fought in perfect harmony, one attacking high while the other went low, switching roles without signals, without hesitation.
Taiyor adapted instantly—his blade shifting form between strikes, extending into a spear to control distance, collapsing into daggers to slip through defenses.
Lancelot formed a sword of condensed magic essence in his right hand.
The clone formed a spear.
They attacked together.
Steel and essence clashed.
Taiyor blocked the sword, twisted aside from the spear, countered with a sweeping slash that forced Lancelot back two steps.
Aisha closed in.
Fire wrapped around her fist not burning outward, but inward, condensing until it struck like a hammer.
The impact sent Lancelot sliding.
His clone caught him.
Invincibility.
They passed through each other again, switching positions mid-motion, turning defense into counterattack.
A dagger formed in the clone's hand.
Aisha deflected it with fire.
Lancelot followed with a punch.
She blocked.
The ground cracked beneath her feet.
Her expression remained calm but her eyes sharpened.
Minutes passed.
Sweat formed.
Breathing deepened.
Eventually they separated.
Distance re-established.
Silence returned.
Aisha exhaled slowly.
"This ends nowhere," she said.
Lancelot dismissed the clone.
It dissolved without resistance.
He stood alone again.
Inside his mind, calculations ran.
Electricity unusable.
Lightning sealed.
Physical dominance matched.
Battle of attrition unfavorable.
Then he changed his battle tactic.
He reached inward.
Toward the new domain.
The illusion spirit core responded.
But not the way he expected.
Instead of essence flowing outward his vision blurred.
The world tilted.
Edges softened.
For a moment, even Aisha and Taiyor seemed distant, unfocused.
Lancelot frowned.
"…So that's it." Illusion doesn't project outward.
It invades inward.
He redirected the flow.
Not to his hands.
Not to the air.
But to his mouth.
He inhaled once.
Then spoke.
"The Knights of Britannia have already moved."
Aisha froze.
Taiyor scoffed immediately.
"Lies," he snapped. "You can't even activate your spirit core. That's why you are trying to deceive and distract us so we will let our guard down then strike."
Lancelot continued, voice steady.
"The soldiers who escaped this battlefield will die in Riverview. Riverview is already compromised."
Aisha's fire flickered.
"…You're bluffing."
"Lancelot in thoughts." So that's how the skill from illusion incite works it deceive the target and change thier way of thinking but can't command or force the target instresting.
Taiyor stepped forward.
"Don't listen to him. He's stalling."
Aisha hesitated.
Not long.
Just enough.
Then she turned to Taiyor.
"Go reinforcement them."
He stared at her.
"…What?"
"Escort the carriage. Confirm it yourself, i will take core of this demon alone."
Taiyor clenched his jaw. This is a trick he can't defeat us both so he is trying to seperate us he is using the strategy called divide and conquer.
"I'll handle it don't you believe in me," she said firmly.
Taiyor run full speed down the road.
Aisha turned back to Lancelot.
Fire gathered again.
"Now," she said quietly, "it's just us."
Lancelot's blurred vision slowly stabilized.
The illusion domain pulsed faintly.
He smiled not with confidence.
But with certainty.
The lie had already taken root although the illusion spirit core hasn't fully merge with me but i can still use the skill incite i think this spirit core will help me a lot in my journey to eternal life.