Unrivaled in another world-Chapter 191: Nature of Destruction

[: 3rd POV :]

In one of Daniel’s manifested domains, silent, silver, and distorted by celestial residue, two Apostles of the Seraphic Order awaited their demise.

Justicia and Barcos, stripped of their Authorities but not their arrogance, hovered above the cracked ground like fallen stars waiting to reignite.

Opposite them stood Caelira, Empress of the Elves, cloaked in emerald-gold radiance, her beauty as lethal as the aura she carried.

Beside her, her daughter Aeriwen stood poised, eyes gleaming with disdain and amusement.

Justicia sneered first.

"So we have two little bitches walking to their deaths?" Her scorn dripped like acid.

Caelira blinked slowly, almost pityingly.

"My, my... Such language. And here I thought angels were supposed to be divine."

She tilted her head. "Tell me, angel...does it hurt? Being so foul-mouthed while looking like a failed choir girl?"

Aeriwen snorted. "Failed? Mother, please. She looks like she got kicked out of heaven for having a personality disorder."

Justicia’s brows twitched. "You—!"

"Oh come now," Caelira continued sweetly, "don’t pretend being cast out was some grand tragedy"

"It’s quite similar to the stories that we all know."

Her smile widened, sharp enough to slice pride.

"Angels who sinned were Banished with their wings clipped. Authorities stripped. Now look at you, reduced to squawking insults in a cage made by a mortal."

Barcos’s jaw tightened.

"You dare insult Apostles of the Seraphic Order!?"

Aeriwen placed a hand dramatically over her heart.

"Apostles? These two? I thought they were rejects from a celestial orphanage. Did they even pass their choir exam?"

Caelira hummed thoughtfully.

"Mm. No, Aeriwen. These are the kind who were kicked out not for sin, but for sheer incompetence."

Justicia’s aura wavered in outrage.

"Silence, elf whore!"

Caelira raised a brow.

"Whore? That’s rich coming from a woman who failed her way out of heaven. Tell me, how many mistakes does one have to make to get thrown out by a god who’s supposed to be ’all-forgiving’?"

Aeriwen chimed in, tone dripping with mock innocence.

"Mother, is that even possible? I thought angels only fell for terrible sins."

"Weeeell..." Caelira tapped her chin.

"From the stories we have seen and heard, some fall because they lusted. Some because they rebelled. And some..."

Her eyes glittered as she stared at the trembling Justicia. "...fall because they were simply too pathetic to stay."

Barcos shouted, fury twisting his features. "I WILL NOT TOLERATE THIS INSOLENCE!"

Aeriwen folded her arms, unimpressed.

"Then do something. Oh wait...you can’t. Daniel sealed your Authorities, didn’t he?"

She leaned forward, whispering mockingly, "All bark, no blessing."

"Now, I understand why the both of you were casted out and it’s simply because no one would want to endure your barks"

Caelira’s laugh rang like crystal. "Come now, if you’re going to bark, at least make it cute. Right now, you sound like an angry pigeon."

Justicia trembled, wings fizzling with rage. "I will tear your tongues out!"

Aeriwen smiled, drawing her bow. "Try it, fallen angel."

Caelira’s eyes shone with lethal grace. "We’ll send you back to heaven, one corpse at a time...if they even want you"

The moment Caelira declared that, Justicia and Barcos lunged forward, blinding wings spread, holy spears forming in their grasp.

But Caelira and Aeriwen moved.

It wasn’t even a movement, truly.

It was a shift in presence, a pivot of divinity.

The air froze.

The light itself dimmed, as though afraid to shine too harshly upon what was about to awaken.

Her eyes glowed with an emerald radiance as she invoked her Class, her voice ringing with solemn clarity.

[: Class: Verdant Ruler – Bloom of Garden :]

The air shivered.

From the cracks in the scorched earth, flowers erupted in impossible profusion.

Each glowing faintly with divine luminescence.

Vines coiled upward toward the heavens like serpents of life itself.

Next came her Trait.

Her golden-green aura expanded, swallowing the horizon like the rising dawn.

[: Trait: Gaia’s Embrace – Cradle of Life :]

The moment her words fell, colossal roots burst forth from the ocean bed, weaving across the surface of the sea.

Forests bloomed in an instant, forming entire islands where there had been none.

The atmosphere thickened, saturated with renewal.

Her bloodline ignited.

Her skin shimmered like living jade, crystalline and divine.

[: Bloodline: Celestial Gaia – The World’s Ascendant :]

Starlight, green and gold, warped around her.

For a fleeting moment she resembled a goddess sculpted from forests and constellations.

Then came the physical transfiguration.

Living bark armoured her limbs.

Blossoms pulsed like beating hearts.

Wings of radiant verdant light unfurled, scattering pollen that shone like falling stars.

[: Physique: Eternal Grove – Armour of Golden Aegis :]

Time trembled as her innate awoke.

[: Innate: Windward Rebirth: Cycle of Eternity :]

Her aura didn’t simply heal; it rewrote reality into its perfected state.

Even the storms staggered, bowing in deference.

Her soul weapon formed last.

Branches of pure crystal twisted into a blade, glowing like moonlight on water.

[: Soul Weapon: Sylvan Heartblade – Arbiter of Dawn :]

When she gripped it, the world knelt.

The seas parted.

Auroras ignited.

Reality steadied under her dominion.

Yet beside her, another ascension stirred, colder, sharper, bound in silver night.

Aeriwen stepped forward, hair billowing in a wind that had no source.

Justicia sneered.

"Another whelp pretending at power?"

Aeriwen smirked.

"Pretending? I thought angels were supposed to have vision."

Then her power exploded.

[: Class: Lunar Valkyrie – Crown of the Silver Night :]

Moonlight bled from her skin, bathing the domain in ethereal silver.

Petals of luminescent moon-blossoms spiraled around her, each humming with star-driven mana.

Shadows softened and the air cooled.

Her Trait wrapped around her soul.

Stars flickered awake above her, forming a celestial ring that orbited her like devoted guardians.

[: Trait: Astral Blood: Daughter of the Moonwarden :]

Her presence sharpened, serene, yet lethal.

Then her bloodline roared.

Silver-white fire coursed beneath her skin, shaping itself into markings reminiscent of ancient runic constellations.

[: Bloodline: Celestial Lunara: Scion of Eclipse :]

She glowed like the moon in its fullest glory, beautiful and merciless.

Her physique shattered its mortal shell.

Her armor formed piece by piece—plated, graceful, each segment carved with lunar glyphs.

A cape of star-dust flowed behind her.

Wings composed of pure, condensed moonlight unfurled with a whisper like falling snow.

[: Physique: Eclipseborne Aegis – Shell of the Starlit Empress :]

Then came her innate and even the Apostles felt the laws of the world distort.

[: Innate: Moon-Reversal Pulse: Chronos of Silver Silence :]

Around her, reality folded, rewinding wounds, undoing decay, reversing even lingering divine energy.

And finally, her soul weapon manifested.

A spear of pure lunar glass, its haft wrapped in ribbons of celestial silk.

The blade shimmered with enough condensed astral force to skewer mountains.

[: Soul Weapon: Selenic Spear – Lament of the Waning Star :]

Aeriwen twirled it once, and space cracked.

Barcos froze.

"...That power—"

Aeriwen smirked.

"You called us bitches? Then, let me show you how a bitch beats an Apostle."

Justicia, humiliated, charged first.

Her wings ignited with golden flame as she hurled a divine javelin at Aeriwen, the air screeching with its holy descent.

Aeriwen simply raised her spear.

A ripple of silver spread through the domain—calm, cold, absolute.

The javelin unraveled mid-flight, unmade by Moon-Reversal before it even reached her.

Justicia’s eyes widened.

"You—what did you—"

Aeriwen lunged.

Her spear extended into a beam of silent moonlight.

Justicia parried with a shield of holy radiance, but Aeriwen’s strike phased through it, ignoring physical and divine barriers alike.

The silver light pierced Justicia’s shoulder.

The Apostle screamed as her sacred flesh smoked.

"Poor angel," Aeriwen said sweetly. "Can’t even block."

Barcos roared in fury and swung his flaming hammer downward, releasing a shockwave of white-hot divinity toward Caelira.

Caelira simply lifted her hand.

The roots beneath the sea surged upward like serpents and wrapped around the shockwave, absorbing the energy, converting it into vibrant green light.

Then they hurled it back at him.

Barcos barely blocked, his arms trembled, cracks spreading across his radiant armor.

"You’re supposed to be Apostles," Caelira remarked calmly.

"Why are you so... weak?"

Aeriwen added, "Mama, maybe heaven lost the good ones."

Caelira smirked.

"Or maybe these two were the scraps."

The Apostles trembled with fury and humiliation.

They attacked together.

Wings aflame, divinity erupting from every pore, they invoked the Seraphic Order’s greatest arts.

[: Holy Tempest :]

[: Judgment Comet :]

[: Ligjtning Wrath :]

Heavenly hymns warped the air, tearing holes through the sky.

But Caelira and Aeriwen moved like twin calamities, life and moonlight intertwined.

Roots shielded Aeriwen.

Moonlight reflected attacks toward Caelira’s enemies.

Caelira’s healing aura rewrote damage before it could land.

Aeriwen folded space to teleport around the battlefield, carving precise silver arcs through the Apostles’ defenses.

Each exchange pushed the pair of angels further back.

Each moment shattered another illusion of their superiority.

Justicia’s wings dimmed.

Barcos’s hammer cracked.

Their so-called holy ground trembled under Caelira’s rising forests and Aeriwen’s descending starlight.

And then...

Caelira raised her Heartblade.

The world went silent.

"You insulted my daughter."

Her voice was soft, but it carried like a divine verdict.

"You threatened our lives."

Aeriwen’s spear glowed, humming with lethal intention.

"And worst of all," Aeriwen added, "you were boring."

The Apostles screamed in rage and fear.

But it was far, far too late.

Caelira pointed her blade toward the heavens.

The earth trembled.

And from beneath the newly-formed islands, a shadow rose, vast, ancient, and sacred.

A trunk thicker than mountains pierced the clouds.

Leaves of shimmering jade unfurled like continents.

The World Tree answered her call.

Its roots surged from the soil, coiling like serpents of divinity around Justicia and Barcos.

The Apostles shrieked as the bark latched onto their limbs, wrapping tighter and tighter, ignoring their divine resistance entirely.

"STOP! WE ARE APOSTLES OF THE SERAPHIC—"

Justicia shrieked.

Caelira tilted her head.

"And I am the Empress of Elves. Your titles mean nothing here."

Aeriwen placed a hand over her heart mockingly.

"I’ll pray for you, oh wait, I won’t."

The roots constricted.

The World Tree’s glow intensified.

Bark split open, revealing veins of pure life-essence, hungry, ancient, absolute.

The Apostles screamed as their lifeforce was drained.

Their wings withered.

Their bodies shrank.

Their divine cores cracked, shattered, then dissolved.

No angelic ascension.

No heavenly song.

Only silence.

The World Tree absorbed them entirely, flesh, soul, and existence, redeeming them into final death.

When the light faded, nothing remained of the Apostles. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Not even dust and not even memory.

The World Tree rustled gently, as if satisfied, then receded beneath the earth once more.

Caelira lowered her blade.

Aeriwen twirled her spear, letting its glow subside.

"Next time," Aeriwen said, stretching lazily,

"let’s hope heaven sends someone stronger."

Caelira smiled softly.

"No... let’s hope they don’t."

And in the stillness that followed,

the domain, once a battlefield of divine creaturesz bloomed peacefully under the combined light of emerald and silver.

Life and moonlight.

Mother and daughter.