Arc of the Souls Chapter 118: Arc 3, Chapter 40 - The Full-Powered Soul

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The lightning scattered somewhere else. It hit the last intact window in the broken building, melting the glass, turning it a deep black. Smoke came out of the now pulverized glass, thickening the atmosphere with one more toxic chemical. Satono's eyes lit up again, this time with something else boiling her blood. The eyes of someone else who she grew to loathe just by checking them out for a second. "...You... YOU!" Satono's deepening rage allowed her to manifest a bigger, stronger version of her length-changing katana. It's as if the beast inside her awoke from deep hibernation and got set free to wreak havoc on everything it saw. Everything. Including fresh meat that life carries inside them. All it cared for is tearing that meat out and shredding it, to devour every single soul that's stupid enough to come within an inch of Satono Eria. Even thinking about that name left a burning taste in her mouth, like pepper spray. Like it was hot and unpleasant, but not something she wasn't willing to stomach. As the red in her vision started blurring two fine lines of white in the shape of two people, her grip around her Nhelv tightened. It was one person that could really tick her off and she had a lot of experience with. From the shadows emerged Losin Csihar and Brennon Creed. "And still... you still wanna get in my way! I spared your life! YOU WANT ME TO TAKE THAT WAY FROM YOU THAT BADLY, HUH!?" They couldn't even tell the difference from her old voice to this... beast. It wasn't even her, not anymore. That thing. Is no longer Satono Eria. That thing leaked Soul-Energy as if it was spending its own life force to blow off steam. And it was becoming less and less of itself, the longer they stayed to witness it. The ground around them started rumbling, the leaking liquid of Soul-Energy into plasma with an odor so putrid it made them spit out whatever lunch they had beforehand. If Losin and Brennon had something to say to it, it would be- "What sort of beast are you!?" Brennon exclaimed. "Cap'n..." Losin's large gash on her back was hastily covered with a gauze and a white bandage around her neck. Brennon refused to let her join the battle against this... thing... But with a lot of persuading and a few seconds to catch her breath, he agreed. After all, what they've just witnessed made their hair stand on their ends. Their worst enemy just got an upgrade and their ally was about to die. Brennon took one second to look at the dying Asheera Eria, his eyes widening to the horror of her state, his retinas expanding to the pure amount of blood spilled. Asheera suffered impalement wounds from rebar, shattered bones with some of them protruding from her arms and legs. She also had an open wound on her side that stuck a part of her small intestine out, her nose bent all the way to the left, blocking any way of getting a breath in unless it was from the mouth and even then... She had to deal with the fact that her jaw was practically dislocated. She looked... unrecognizable. She was barely conscious. Her breathing was shallow, but she still held a sliver of life inside. She wouldn't be able to get up on her own in this condition, even if her life depended on it. Souls are truly an intricate gift from time. Without them, if she was a normie with no Soul... .:. ... She is a warrior. .:. Brennon closed his eyes, his eyebrows furrowing, applying pressure onto his eyes, shaking his head in a futile attempt to rid himself of the imagery of this broken Testharian. "..." Brennon's grip on his Signature Weapon grew tighter, his knuckles turning pale against the blinding white lightning that surrounded this foul beast. "...Losin." Brennon side-eyed his fellow squadmate, his lips pressing into a thin line, quivering. "... It is beyond our moral code, but we must put this beast down." A moment of silence passed between the two before a determined voice answered. "Understood." Losin's resolve was firm, a lot firmer than her Captain's. The look on her face sa