The Grim Loop Of Destiny-Chapter 17: Almost the end of drama.

The crackling embers pulsed in the darkness, their glow casting twisted shadows against the ruined battlefield. Smoke hung thick in the air, mingling with the coppery scent of fresh blood. The remnants of battle lay scattered charred corpses, shattered weapons, and the lingering cries of the defeated.

But none of it mattered.

Erika's breath was ragged, her hands trembling as she glared at the man before her. Her vision blurred, not from pain, but from the sheer, suffocating rage boiling within her.

Her siblings.

Alive.

And in his hands.

Veythor have reopened every wounds of her past some painful memories still lingering in her mind she was burning with pure hatred.

"You... you bastard!" Her voice was raw with fury.

"How dare you lie about them—right in front of me?! How dare you even say their names?!" Her nails dug into her palms, drawing blood.

"I'll kill you... I swear, I'll kill you!"

The air around her chilled. A layer of frost crept over her arm, ice crackling as a sword formed in her grip. The weapon pulsed with unstable mana, a reflection of her own violent emotions.

Veythor stood motionless, his crimson eyes glinting with unreadable amusement. His lips curled slightly.

"Oh?"

His voice was laced with mockery.

Kill me? How amusing... when even your so called almighty, undefeated genius father couldn't.how Ironic?

He raised a hand lazily, as if beckoning a child. "Come on then."

Behind Erika, Ralf finally moved. He stepped forward, placing a firm hand on her shoulder. His grip was steady unyielding. His voice was quiet, but filled with a weight she couldn't ignore.

"Princess. Don't do this."

His words struck her like a blade.

He wasn't saying she *couldn't* win. He was saying this wasn't the time.

For a split second, the rational part of her the part trained by her father agreed. But the fire in her veins drowned it out.

"Shut up."

Her voice was ice. She slapped his hand away, her wild gaze locked onto Veythor.

And then she moved.

A burst of speed. A blur of blue light. Her ice blade swung in a deadly arc toward his shoulder, its edge sharp enough to carve through steel.

Veythor only stepped aside.

Effortless.

She barely had time to process her mistake before his counterattack struck. A brutal, precise fist to the chin.

A sharp crack echoed through the air.

Pain exploded through her skull. The world tilted violently as she crashed onto the dirt, skidding across the scorched ground. Her breath hitched. Ash clouded her vision. Blood filled her mouth.

The sky spun above her.

And Veythor?

He hadn't even looked at her.

He turned slightly, crimson eyes flicking toward Ralf. "I expected more from the man who served Miral," he mused. "And yet, here you stand. Watching. How disappointing."

Ralf's expression remained unreadable, but Erika could *feel* the hesitation in the air.

She gritted her teeth, forcing herself up. Every muscle screamed in protest. Every nerve burned. But she didn't care.

She *couldn't care.

The ice blade formed again in her trembling grip.

Veythor exhaled, tilting his head.

"Still standing?" His voice was almost disappointed. "That's unexpected."

Erika's breath hitched.

Hatred fueled her.

Pain anchored her.

She charged again.

And this time Veythor moved.

A shift in the air. A pulse of something unseen.

The sheer *weight* of his aura crashed down like an invisible tidal wave.

The battlefield was silent. No wind. No movement. Yet, in Erika's mind, the world was shaking.

Her breath hitched. Her body trembled.

Her hands her own hands were trembling uncontrollably.

No.

No, this can't be happening. I can't fear him. I won't fear him. I have to avenge my father. I have to

Veythor's voice sliced through her thoughts.

"What's wrong, Erika?" His tone was almost casual. "Why are you hesitating? Are you... afraid?"

She looked at him, her lips parted but no words came out.

He smirked.

"Oh, how pitiful," he sighed. "I can see your father in you, Erika. He, too, was scared when I killed him."

Although veythor was lying but it hit her like an arrow straight at her heart.Something inside her snapped.

Lies.

But she didn't care.

With a scream, she lunged.

This time, she conjured another sword twin blades of ice and water.

A dual wielder.

Veythor's smirk widened.

What a waste of potential.annoying bitch If she wasn't Miral's daughter, I would have killed her years ago.

Her swords sliced through the air, closing in

But they never touched him.

Veythor sidestepped, his body moving with effortless grace. His footwork was precise, his movements fluid.

His voice, a whisper in her ear.

"Is that all you've got?"

A brutal back kick slammed into her right cheek.

Her world shattered.

She flew backward, her body crashing into the dirt with a sickening thud.

Darkness crept at the edges of her vision. Her consciousness slipped.

The last thing she heard

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Veythor's laughter.

Low. Amused.

Then rising.

A manic, echoing cackle that filled the night.