Chapter 785: Armies died, one by one, until she grew weary.

Alexa hovered for a moment above the devastated field, her sacred-demonic wings spread like two gigantic blades cutting through the red sky of Sankaria. The wind that had once flowed freely now curved around her, pulled by a presence too new, too intense, too hungry for that world to bear. The newborn power vibrated in every muscle, in every nerve, in every thought. It wasn’t just strength. It was excess. It was as if all the years of pain, persecution, humiliation, and fury had suddenly received infinite means to express themselves.

She took a single deep breath.

When she exhaled, she smiled.

That smile had no ordinary joy. It had dangerous liberation. It had ancient vengeance finally finding a body capable of sustaining it. Alexa raised one hand, watching the claws of black and gold energy lengthen a few centimeters with her simple will. She only had to think, and the world obeyed. She only had to wish, and destruction offered itself as a tool.

"That’s it...," she murmured to herself, her voice almost trembling with excitement. "So this is how it feels."

Below her, thousands of werewolves rushed in every direction. Warriors abandoned formations, captains shouted useless orders, entire clans tried to reorganize lines of defense that were doomed from the start. Some looked to the sky and froze at the sight of her. Others didn’t even understand what they were seeing before they died.

Alexa disappeared.

There was no visible movement, only absence. One second she was high above; the next, she appeared in the center of a column of retreating soldiers. The impact of her landing opened a crater and hurled dozens of bodies away. Before the dust settled, she was already spinning. Her claws traced luminous arcs around her, cutting through spears, armor, stone, and flesh with the same insulting ease.

The first row fell entirely.

The second tried to retreat.

She spread her wings.

A shockwave swept across the terrain like a solid storm, uprooting trees and hurling hundreds against walls, tree trunks, and each other. The ground split open in deep lines. Military tents flew to pieces. Supply trucks overturned and burst into flames.

Alexa laughed loudly.

It was a shameless, unrestrained laugh, almost childlike in its sincerity. The more she destroyed, the lighter she felt. The more fear she sensed in others, the less weight remained within her.

"Death!" she shouted at no one in particular. "That’s all you deserve!"

She sped off again, crossing kilometers in seconds. A fortified village loomed ahead, surrounded by watchtowers and black palisades. Alarms sounded too late. Alexa rammed through the wall without slowing, exploding wood and stone in a hail of debris. In the center of the village, she spun once in the air.

Five black-gold lines emanated from her and raced through the streets. Houses crumbled. Towers were severed at their base. Barricades split into perfect cubes. The ground cracked into entire blocks. When the dust settled, the village seemed to have been erased by a cruel artist.

She landed on the rubble and tilted her head.

"More."

At the top of a nearby elevation, Vergil watched in absolute silence. His hands in his pockets, his expression neutral, his eyes following Alexa’s every move with the calm of someone watching rain fall. Black lightning still cut across the sky above him, responding to his presence like obedient animals.

Beside him, Alexa’s remaining siblings—the few who still breathed after the initial confrontation, secondary leaders and blood relatives who had arrived too late—faced the carnage with growing nervousness. The ancestral pride of Sankaria cracked before them in real time.

One of them, with dark fur and ritualistic armor, stepped forward.

"This has gone too far."

Another growled through clenched teeth.

"She’s gone mad. We need to stop her now."

Vergil didn’t even flinch.

"No."

The third advanced anyway, gathering energy in his claws. He didn’t even get to take a second step. An invisible dark force closed around his neck and lifted him into the air as if he weighed nothing. The other two were captured instantly, suspended side by side, their legs kicking uselessly.

Dark energy condensed like gigantic hands around their throats.

Vergil finally looked at them.

"You will watch."

The three tried to respond, but only produced broken sounds.

"You will watch your armies die, one by one, until she tires."

He looked back at the horizon.

A few kilometers away, Alexa had encountered more serious resistance. An entire legion, organized in a semicircle before a natural bridge of colossal roots, held shields raised and enchanted spears pointed upwards. Chained war beasts roared behind the lines, ready to advance.

The general at the front bellowed orders.

"STAND!"

Alexa hovered above them, her white hair rippling in the red wind.

"How cute."

A hundred archers fired at once. Black arrows rose like a deadly cloud. She raised a finger.

They all stopped in mid-air. The entire army hesitated.

She smiled wider and moved her hand downwards.

The arrows returned multiplied in speed. Shields were pierced, ranks broken, cries raised. Before complete chaos ensued, Alexa dove like a meteor.

Her claws touched the bridge.

The colossal root split in two.

Thousands of tons of living wood crumbled upon the legion, dragging warriors, beasts, and machines into the abyss below. The survivors tried to climb broken banks. Alexa walked through the air above them and, one by one, launched spheres of energy that exploded in black and gold light.

She laughed with each impact.

Her new body responded to the pleasure of battle in an almost intoxicating way. Her heart beat fast, not from fear, but from excitement. Her skin tingled as she felt the energy rush through her. Her senses were heightened: she heard heartbeats in the distance, smelled terror like perfume, saw slow movements as if the entire world had been slowed down just to amuse her.

"Faster!" she shouted to her enemies as she pursued them. "Run faster!"

She crossed an entire forest in seconds, leaving a trail of fallen trees behind her. Patrols hidden in high branches barely had time to look down before being struck by upward bursts of fire. Caves used as hiding places were ripped open with simple cuts from her claws. Underground tunnels crumbled when she stomped her foot on the ground.

Sankaria was being cleared sector by sector.

Not like a war.

Like a correction.

On a distant plateau, an entire clan knelt before an ancestral altar, imploring the moon spirits for protection. The priest had barely finished the prayer when a shadow fell over them all.

Alexa landed on the altar.

She looked around, saw old faces, young faces, warriors, mothers, apprentices.

None inspired pity in her.

"When I needed help," she said calmly, "you looked the other way."

She flapped her wings once.

The entire plateau was swept away.

Vergil remained motionless, feeling the flow of presences disappear across the kingdom like candles blown out one by one. The brothers suspended beside him trembled, not only from the strength in their necks, but from the growing understanding that nothing they knew would survive that afternoon.

One of them managed to speak between gasps.

"Monster..."

Vergil tilted his head slightly.

"Perhaps."

Then he squeezed a little tighter. The wolf fell silent.

In the distance, Alexa found the secondary capital of Sankaria: high walls between colossal tree trunks, watchtowers, black steel gates, and thousands of defenders gathered in despair. Bells rang incessantly. Catapults spun. Clan mages drew seals in the air. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

She landed before the main gate and observed the city for a few seconds.

"Hmm."

She raised her right hand.

Energy concentrated in her claws until it produced a deep buzzing sound. Then she struck the air.

The cut didn’t just hit the gate.

The entire wall opened diagonally for hundreds of meters.

Towers slid to opposite sides before collapsing. Defenders ran aimlessly. Alexa walked through the rubble like an honored guest. Each step left luminous cracks in the ground. Each casual movement brought down nearby buildings.

She felt intoxicated.

Years of emotional restraint, of fleeing, of bleeding, of barely surviving... it all burned now in pure pleasure. There was no guilt. There was no restraint. The power was music too loud for any rational thought to remain standing.

In the city center, she found a square crowded with elite warriors.

They advanced together.

She didn’t even bother to draw full speed. She fought slowly on purpose, savoring every second. She dodged by centimeters, laughed in the face of fatal blows, broke weapons with two fingers, threw bodies against each other, zigzagged through ranks just to hear the panic increase.

When it was over, the square was devoid of life.

Alexa took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

"I could go on for days."

On the distant hill, Vergil heard this through the chaos and let out a small, almost satisfied sigh.

The remaining brothers no longer shouted. They had lost their anger and entered a kind of horrified torpor. Their eyes followed the explosions on the horizon, the columns of smoke, the constant tremors in the ground.

"Why...," one of them murmured.

Vergil answered without emotion.

"Because you taught hatred better than any teacher."

Night began to fall over Sankaria, but the red sky prevented any true darkness. Fires burned among gigantic roots. Fortresses crumbled. Trails of refugees ran aimlessly. Alexa’s name spread like a living curse.

And she was not yet tired.

At the top of an inner mountain, she landed surrounded by silence and smoke. The entire kingdom stretched before her in progressive ruins. Thousands still fled. Thousands still screamed. Thousands still existed.

She licked the corner of her lip, her eyes gleaming.

"Death..."

She spread her wings again.

"I still want more."

And she plunged once more upon Sankaria like the final sentence itself.