CHAPTER SEVEN— The Awakening

The demon smirked.
“He didn’t know his place.”
Something inside Elen shattered.
Her tears evaporated.Her breath turned cold.The air warped around her.
A dark pressure surged from deep within—ancient, unstoppable, terrifying.
The demon staggered back.
“W-what… is this aura…?”
Elen’s head hung low, trembling.
Then—
BOOOOOOM!!!
A massive explosion of purple-black energy erupted from her body. Trees disintegrated. The ground split. The wind howled like a storm.
Ivan’s body lifted gently into the air—protected by her power.
When the smoke cleared—
Elen was transformed.
Her dress had morphed into a dark, elegant garment traced with glowing runes. Her hair flowed like liquid shadow.
In her hand—a colossal scythe of pure darkness.
Her violet eyes glowed like lightning.
The demon gasped.
“So this is her true form… No wonder the higher demons want her…”
Before he could blink—
Elen vanished.
She reappeared behind him.
SWOOOOSH!
A single swing nearly sliced him in half. He dodged only by instinct.
Everything behind him—trees, earth, stone—was erased.
His voice shook.
“If that hits me once… I’ll die…”
Elen stepped forward, each footstep cracking the ground beneath her.
Her voice was ice.
“You hurt him. You tried to take everything from me.”
She raised her scythe.
“I will kill you.”