Let's Train Heroine

Chapter 191: Heroine and Dark Crow Battle

Dark Crow stood atop the ruins of the once-glorious Solaria Sanctum, basking in the power that now coursed through his veins. He looked down at his hands, feeling the immense strength of two Kingdom-Class warriors pulsing beneath his skin. But as he reveled in his newfound power, a familiar presence made him pause.

He looked up.

There, floating in the sky above, bathed in an ethereal light, was Maris, the Saint. Her pink hair shimmered under the sun's rays, and her piercing blue eyes stared down at him.

The crow's lips twisted into a cruel smile. "The Saint herself," he whispered, his voice carrying a dangerous excitement. "Finally. It's time to taste the blood of a saint."

Maris descended slowly, her expression calm despite the overwhelming darkness that surrounded the ruins of the sanctum. "Crow," she said softly, her voice carrying the weight of the world, "You've taken too many lives. This ends now."

"Does it?" Dark Crow chuckled. "We'll see. But first… let's dance."

Without warning, Dark Crow lunged forward with astonishing speed, aiming a powerful punch at Maris. She reacted instantly, her body twisting out of the way in a blur, countering with a swift kick that connected with his side. The ground beneath them trembled as they exchanged blows, each strike shattering the air like thunder.

Fists collided with fists, knees with ribs, feet with faces. The two warriors moved so fast that even the keenest observer would struggle to keep up. Dark Crow's strikes were brutal, his hands crackling with dark energy as he aimed to crush Maris with sheer force.

But Maris was no weakling; her movements were fluid and precise, each of her strikes infused with a subtle light that deflected his dark magic.

They continued to clash, hand-to-hand, blow-for-blow, each testing the limits of the other's strength. For every punch Dark Crow landed, Maris returned with a strike of equal power. Neither backed down, neither faltered.

"It's meaningless to throw magic at each other," Maris muttered as she ducked beneath one of Dark Crow's swings, "when we are so evenly matched."

Dark Crow laughed. "Then let's see whose fists hit harder, Saint."

The battle raged on, but after several minutes of relentless hand-to-hand combat, Maris leaped back, creating some distance. Her eyes narrowed as she summoned her power. "You think brute strength will be enough to defeat me?" she asked, raising her hand.

With a flick of her wrist, hundreds of enormous marionettes materialized around her, each towering as high as mountains and armed with massive weapons. They surrounded Dark Crow, casting long shadows over the battlefield. Each marionette was intricately detailed, with glowing eyes and weapons that hummed with magic.

Dark Crow tilted his head, amused. "Hundreds of puppets? Interesting."

Without hesitation, the marionettes charged at him, their massive weapons swinging with deadly precision. Dark Crow stood still for a moment, watching the oncoming wave of giants before letting out a dark, guttural laugh.

"Let me show you what real power looks like."

Dark energy exploded around him, and his body began to grow, expanding rapidly until he too stood as tall as a mountain. His laughter echoed across the landscape as his now-colossal hands reached out, effortlessly catching the weapons of several marionettes. With a casual flick of his wrist, he shattered them, sending their broken bodies crashing into the ground.

Maris's eyes widened in shock. She hadn't expected him to match her in sheer size.

The colossal Dark Crow grinned. "Surprised, Saint? I can play with your puppets all day."

He swung his gigantic arm, knocking down entire rows of marionettes like they were nothing more than toys. Maris clenched her fists, refusing to back down. With a sharp incantation, she channeled her magic, growing to match Dark Crow's size in an instant. Now, the battlefield was home to two titanic figures, each standing at the height of mountains.

Their fight resumed with renewed intensity, their colossal fists colliding with such force that the ground beneath them cracked, sending shockwaves across the land. The sheer magnitude of their power was enough to make the sky darken, clouds swirling violently above them.

Far away, in a city 5000 kilometers from the battlefield, life was bustling as usual. The sprawling city of Mirasia, known for its towering white stone walls and emerald river that flowed through its heart, was alive with the sounds of merchants haggling in the marketplace, children playing in the streets, and guards patrolling the castle grounds.

Suddenly, the earth beneath Mirasia trembled. At first, it was subtle—a soft rumble that caused cups to clatter on tables and windows to rattle in their frames. People paused, glancing around with confused expressions, unsure of what they had just felt.

"Was that... an earthquake?" someone murmured.

Then, without warning, the tremors intensified. The ground shook violently, cracks snaking through the cobblestone streets, buildings swaying dangerously. The once peaceful marketplace erupted into chaos as stalls toppled over, people shouting in panic and scrambling for cover. Animals bolted, their instincts sensing the danger before the humans did.

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In the city palace, city master stood from his throne, gripping the arms of his seat as the tremors rocked the grand hall.

The city master's brow furrowed. He had heard of earthquakes before, but never one that reached this magnitude. And the oddest thing was, this city had never experienced such a phenomenon. Something unnatural was happening.

Outside, the towering walls of Mirasia, reinforced by centuries of craftsmanship and magic, began to crack. Dust and debris fell from the edges, and the guards stationed along the walls struggled to keep their footing. The river that ran through the city surged wildly, its once calm waters now thrashing violently against the banks.

The tremors stretched beyond the city of Mirasia. Thousands of kilometers away, other cities, country and Kingdoms felt the same violent shudders. Villages built on hillsides saw landslides tear through their crops, and towns by the sea watched as the waters retreated unnaturally, preparing for a tidal wave that would never come.

It was as if the world was ending.