Chapter 356: Chapter 356 . Miranda steals the show
"What do you think Kailen is doing standing still above the forest?"
Micheal couldn’t help but ask the others.
He didn’t think Kailen was wasting time or anything.
He was just very curious about what Kailen was up to.
"Scheming, observing... whatever he’s planning, is gonna cause an uproar very soon,"
Arrie commented confidently, grinning slightly. Everyone agreed with her.
"It seems he plans to use the society wars as a way of tempering the members of his society,"
Borngreat couldn’t help but comment.
As a military man with lots of experience, he could naturally discern Kailen’s train of thought.
"He doesn’t want them to be dead weight, overshadowed by his power. Therefore, he plans to use the society wars to seriously temper them, and he probably plans to hone them through different means after the society wars going forward," Donalds added.
"I gotta say, those guys are actually pulling it off—especially your rival, Arrie."
Helena nudged her daughter with a playful smile.
"What rival in love?" Arrie couldn’t help but snort, staring at the said person.
However, she was not insecure.
Kailen had already told her about Miranda Morrigan when they met recently, and the fact that he had rejected her. So when she heard the rumors of the lady’s interest in him, she didn’t feel threatened.
Also, Miranda was beautiful no doubt, and hadn’t acted indecently or pressed Kailen further after Kailen rejected her, so she held no resentment for the lady.
Even if Kailen had not mentioned it, she wouldn’t feel threatened.
After all, she knew her place in Kailen’s heart.
However, she was naturally curious about the lady that dared to show an interest in Kailen.
So, just like everyone in the room, she watched—eyes glued to the holographic screen.
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A massive creature, boasting a terrifying maw and jagged teeth, with sickly pale skin and green veins spread throughout its flesh like spiderwebs—looking like some sort of wendigo—appeared before Miranda.
It towered above her and her entire unit like an insurmountable wall.
Screeeeeeeechhhhhh!
The creature’s voice, oddly piercing, reverberated throughout the environs.
As it screamed, gales of wind seemed to sweep across the vast barren land, headed towards Miranda and co.
"We are gonna fucking die..."
One of her unit members couldn’t help but mutter—a sentiment shared by a few others, gazes directed towards the creature currently floating in the middle of the approaching tornado.
Whizzzz!
The creature shot several wind spears out of the tornado with swift speed, which headed towards them.
Just when they thought their lives were about to flash before their eyes, something unexpected happened.
A shield made of ice appeared around them.
Immediately that happened, the wind spears—which were a hair’s breadth from piercing into them and claiming their lives—clashed into the icy barrier.
The spears of wind, alongside the shield made of ice, both tethered into oblivion.
However, Miranda knew the creature had not used all its strength to conjure the attack.
This also meant that it was an intelligent creature. It could think.
That was dangerous. It was not a brute.
This also meant that she was not a match for the creature now.
She had no other choice... a sigh.
"I suppose I have to use full transformation."
Miranda shot forward—her figure, akin to an arrow released from a bowstring, flew directly towards the approaching menace.
Miranda transformed mid-flight.
A full-fledged werewolf—about 4 meters in height.
Then the temperature plummeted.
Icicles.
They loomed above her like sentinels, casting their glow on all beneath.
The icicles whizzed through the air.
They made impact with the wendigo-looking creature’s approaching wind spears.
A silence.
Then the ripples.
Then shockwaves—they spread outwards.
The icicles and the wind spears tethered into oblivion, equally matched.
Finally, Miranda and the wendigo-looking creature clashed.
A tornado circled around the creature, but the feminine werewolf was akin to a harbinger of frost.
Ice circled around her with each movement.
Her whole figure was also clothed in them.
For some reason, they didn’t restrict her movements.
They reinforced her—like armor—made her more powerful.
Each clash was potent, powerful, breathtaking—void-shattering.
Wind spears met ice blades.
Claws met jagged teeth.
Miranda and the creature kept exchanging attacks.
Clashes , over and over again.
Exertion of ice infused limbs and claws bled into devastating strikes.
Wind attacks met them.
Some prevailed , others did not.
Miranda bled, over and over again, then healed ,courtesy of abnormally reinforced regeneration in her transformed form.
She grimaced in pain.
Form numb ,but persistent, burning through with sheer will.
The creature was a monster, but so was she.
She was pushing the bastard back too.
Blood fell.
The creature’s maw left it’s body, plummeting to the ground.
It screamed, became more careful.
But one thing was certain.
The creature was losing. It was being pushed back.
A rank 4 beginner stage ascendant-level lifeform was being pushed by Miranda, a rank 3 beginner stage ascendant-level lifeform—courtesy of her werewolf transformation.
This was one thing that made werewolves and vampires dangerous.
Their transformation added a layer of strength to them that they didn’t have previously.
Miranda circled around the cornered creature like an assassin.
Claws reinforced with ice blades, strength bolstered by her transformation—she cut, the creature bled, and bled .
Then finally, the final attack came.
A death sentence.
The tornado vanished.
Head rolled.
Dark blood gushed from the headless, now ice-sculptured body like a fountain, staining the ice-transformed ground.
Silence.
The creature’s body fell, crashing on the ground, head rolling a few walks from the body. It was dead.
Her unit members stared at her from a distance in awe.
Wolf form—elegant, not ugly—white wolf, walking on fours.
She, however, seemed primal.
A white mist circled her, then she changed back.
Humanoid form. White armor. Beautiful Miranda.
"Let’s move."
Unit members nodded towards her with renewed confidence and awe.
Their silence was one of contemplation, and occasional glances directed towards her.
So this was the first -ranked beauty and the fourth-ranked of the first years.
She was a monster—well, literally a monster—but figuratively, a monster.
The battle seemed like it had taken a while.
But it had lasted a couple of breaths.
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"Incredible. Our daughter has really improved."
Harrison and Morgana couldn’t help but comment with a smile. They were proud of her.
Cough... cough... blood.
Morgana frowned—pained, afraid.
"You are getting worse, husband."
She cupped his face, ignoring the private hired healer standing by the side, trying daily to nurse him back to life.
"I’ve seen worse. Seeing you both fine is all I want. That’s why I fought at the front lines."
"Don’t scare me. Talking as if you are on your death bed. You are gonna be fine."
Harrison nods, then they share a passionate kiss.
"Thank you, dear." The man held the hands of his wife, caressing it softly.
****
Arrie couldn’t help but admire this Miranda.
She mused.
"She’s a monster. If she’s this strong, then what of the others ranked higher than her?"
"It’s a good thing Kailen has self-control. This girl is quite talented, and frankly, I’m almost popping a bo—"
Before Charles could finish speaking, Phoebie hit the back of his head so strongly that heaven and earth seemed to have become still.
"Ouch..." He mourned.
"Hmph." Phoebie snorted.
Everyone was silent, staring at Charles weirdly.
That was when he realized what he had said.
"Oh no, I didn’t mean it like that! I’m not a pervert, okay?"
The group sighed helplessly.
This guy was always creating trouble for himself.
Even Phoebie’s parents and Jane acted like they didn’t care.
Phoebie gave him an ominous glare.
Whatever it meant, was not good. Charles was in deep shit!
***
"She’s doing fine. Her unit now respect and trust her. I am sure the spectators are going bonkers after her performance.
It seems she decided to move on too" Kailen said.
He added, scratching his chin lightly,
"Earlier, I could finally see that she harbored no lingering feelings for me anymore. Whatever she did to move on, it worked well.
That’s good. At least it saves me the burden of working with someone who’s gonna look at me all the time like I’m the reason behind her suffering. Honestly, it made me uncomfortable. Anyway, let’s switch to someone else."