Surviving the Magic Academy With Just Intelligence Stats-Chapter 129: Goddess Aurora

In the stillness of the princess's chamber, Ambrose lay unconscious beneath Athena, his complexion growing frighteningly pale with each passing second. As the transformed princess leaned down, her bestial features inches from his face, a single crimson droplet fell onto Ambrose's forehead.

The princess paused, momentarily confused by the unexpected intrusion. That hesitation proved costly. Without warning, the droplet expanded violently, a fist materializing from the blood to connect squarely with Athena's face. The impact sent her flying backward, the force behind the blow catching her completely off-guard.

The blood continued to flow and expand, rapidly coalescing into Hualing's familiar form. Her crimson dress rippled like liquid as she materialized fully, her eyes immediately falling to her unconscious master. His shallow breathing and deathly pallor ignited something primal within her. She turned toward the princess, who was still reeling from the surprise attack, her expression transforming into one of unbridled fury.

Hualing didn't allow for recovery. She launched herself at the princess with terrifying speed, her fists becoming blurs as they hammered against Athena's transformed body. The princess's enhanced physique proved resilient—each impact damaged Hualing's hands more than her target, bones fracturing against the supernatural hardness of Athena's skin. Yet Hualing pressed on relentlessly, heedless of her own injuries.

Pausing momentarily, she raised her battered hands before her face, examining the mangled flesh with clinical detachment. Blood from the floor responded to her silent command, flowing upward against gravity to envelop her broken hands. Within seconds, the crimson liquid solidified, her wounds knitting closed as though they had never existed. Healed, she resumed her assault with renewed vigor.

The princess, now recovered from her initial shock, caught Hualing's fist mid-strike. Annoyance flickered across her bestial features—while the attacks had caused minimal damage, they were still annoying nonetheless. And she had even interrupted her. With frightening casual strength, she lifted Hualing by the captured arm and hurled her across the chamber.

Hualing crashed into the wall with bone-jarring force, the impact creating a spider-web of cracks in the reinforced surface. Before she could extricate herself, the princess was upon her again, delivering a devastating punch to her midsection. The blow expelled all air from Hualing's lungs, leaving her gasping and momentarily defenseless.

Seizing the advantage, Athena grasped Hualing's head between powerful hands and sprinted toward the opposite wall. With brutal efficiency, she slammed her opponent's skull against the unyielding surface, finally releasing her grip as Hualing slumped to the floor.

Satisfied with her handiwork, the princess turned away, her predatory gaze returning to Ambrose's unconscious form. She moved toward him with deliberate steps, her intentions clear in every line of her posture.

A firm grip suddenly closed around her ankle. Athena glanced down in disbelief to find Hualing clutching her leg, blood flowing back into the maid's wounds from across the room. Her injuries visibly closed as her lips curved into a menacing smile that promised retribution.

With unexpected strength, Hualing yanked the princess's leg, disrupting her balance. As Athena stumbled, Hualing surged upward, her right hand liquefying momentarily before reforming as a wickedly sharp blade of crystallized blood.

"[Crimson Blade]," she whispered, activating her lethal skill as she lunged toward the faltering princess.

Athena's reflexes saved her from catastrophe. She planted one hand firmly on the floor, stabilizing herself despite her compromised position. Still, she remained vulnerable as Hualing descended from above, blood-sword aimed directly at her exposed neck.

With her free hand, the princess caught the descending blade. Her palm closed around the edge, sustaining only minor wounds despite the weapon's supernatural sharpness. She matched Hualing's predatory smile with one of her own.

The smile faded as quickly as it had appeared. Athena's eyes widened in sudden realization as she felt the blood from her palm wound change direction, flowing upward into Hualing's sword. With each passing second, strength leached from her body, feeding her opponent's weapon.

Understanding the dangerous nature of this contact, Athena hurled Hualing across the room with brutal force. Both fighters rose slowly to their feet, eyes locked in mutual assessment. After a moment of tense stillness, they charged toward each other once more…

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In the depths of the murky void, Ambrose and Claire drifted upward with deliberate slowness. The dark expanse surrounding them seemed almost alive, responding to Ambrose's will as they navigated toward the white light hovering above. Ambrose had made several exploratory trips into the dark expanse ever since discovering he could access it through meditation, each trip yielding new insights about the nature of this peculiar mental realm.

Through careful experimentation, Ambrose had developed greater control over the environment, manipulating the murky substance with increasing precision. Still, the fundamental nature of this place remained elusive, leaving him with only theories about its true significance and purpose.

As they approached the boundary between darkness and light, Ambrose felt the space around them shift dramatically. A momentary disorientation swept over him, and when his senses stabilized, he found himself standing alone in a vast expanse of pure, pristine white that extended infinitely in all directions. Claire was nowhere to be seen.

Ambrose remained calm. He had anticipated this separation—something about the white realm rejected additional presences. Before their transition, he had taken precautions to stabilize the dark expanse around Claire's position, ensuring her safety in his absence. The spectral librarian would remain secure until his return.

Confronted with the featureless white infinity, Ambrose chose a direction at random and began walking. His footsteps made no sound as he traversed the emptiness, searching for anything that might break the perfect uniformity of this strange dimension. The complete absence of stimuli made even his enhanced senses strain for input.

After what seemed like an eternity of walking through nothingness, his heightened perception detected something. Faint sounds disturbed the perfect silence—metal scraping against some unknown surface, and more intriguingly, the soft, rhythmic pattern of breathing. Though barely audible, these sounds stood out dramatically against the perfect silence of the white void.

Quickening his pace, Ambrose moved toward the source of these disturbances. With each step, the sounds grew more distinct, confirming he was approaching something significant. His analytical mind raced with possibilities as the noises became clearer and more defined.

Then everything changed with a single step.

The infinite whiteness vanished, replaced by a dimly lit chamber. The transition happened without warning—one moment endless void, the next a confined space with defined boundaries and features. The room appeared ancient despite its timeless quality, illuminated by a soft glow with no discernible source.

At the center of this chamber floated a figure suspended by massive chains. The being appeared female in form, possessed extraordinary beauty, and bore the unmistakable attributes typically associated with celestial entities—magnificent wings spread behind her back and a luminous halo hovering above her head. The chains binding her seemed impossibly heavy, yet she floated as if weightless in their grasp.

Ambrose's quick assessment categorized her appearance as matching classical depictions of angels from Earth's religious art.

"Sorry to disappoint you but I'm not an angel," the suspended figure suddenly spoke, her golden eyes opening to fix directly on him. Those eyes emitted their own subtle light, illuminating her features with an otherworldly glow.

An unsettling sense of déjà vu washed over Ambrose. The interaction felt eerily familiar, reminiscent of his encounter with Celestia, the War Goddess. She too had demonstrated an uncanny awareness of his thoughts before he voiced them.

"Well, we're similar but not really," the chained being continued, responding to his unspoken comparison. "She knew what you would say because she had the records." A smile played across her lips, neither warm nor cold, but knowing. "But I know because I can read minds."

Her golden gaze studied him for a moment before she added, "Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Aurora." She paused, allowing the significance of the name to register. "Though I'm guessing you would know me as the Goddess of Light."

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Adelaide sprinted through the devastated streets of the capital, her chest heaving with each labored breath. The once-bustling thoroughfare had transformed into a macabre gallery—bodies of attackers and defenders alike littered the cobblestones, grim testaments to the violence that had erupted without warning.

Despite the chaos surrounding her, Adelaide moved with singular purpose. Her mind remained focused on the objective ahead rather than the carnage behind. She navigated the maze of fallen combatants and debris with surprising agility, her recent training with Marcus evident in her efficient movements.

After rounding a corner at full speed, she skidded to an abrupt halt. There, standing motionless amid the destruction, was a solitary figure with their back toward her. A massive bow hanging from their shoulder.

Adelaide approached cautiously, each step measured as she closed the distance. Dust and smoke swirled around them, temporarily obscuring her view before clearing to reveal the familiar silhouette. Though she couldn't tell exactly with their back towards her, there was no way she could mistake this.

Her voice emerged tentative yet hopeful, barely above a whisper but carrying the weight of recognition.

"Dad? Is that you?"