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A low rumble echoed in the distance, like a warning.

The wind picked up, swirling around in restless currents. It wasn't just a passing breeze—it carried an unexplainable pressure.

"100%," Asher spoke vaguely.

Everyone froze, confusion flashing across their faces.

Before anyone could figure out its meaning—his aura skyrocketed.

A violent wave of pressure exploded from his body, distorting the air around him. The wind howled as golden lightning arced in all directions, carving deep scars into the ground.

"200%." Just like that, his aura intensified.

Kitsune's clones flinched. Their instincts screamed at them to run at.

But before they could react, the next words echoed—

"300%."

The atmosphere split apart. A shockwave blasted outward, forcing Kitsune to reinforce her domain—without it, the entire space would shatter under the pressure.

She thought that was his limit.

But then—

"400%."

The moment those words left his lips, another surge of power erupted. Kitsune's stomach twisted, a wave of frustration and disbelief crashing over her.

His dark scales had changed, now streaked with glowing gold, as if veins of pure energy pulsed beneath them.

Her grip tightened. This wasn't the same Asher she had been fighting moments ago. He was evolving—no, finally stopped playing around.

'I can't let him reach his peak!' she thought, panic creeping into her mind.

With no other choice, her nine clones merged back into one, their combined energy surging into her core.

She avoided using her peak power because the cost was too high, but she had no choice. Holding back was no longer an option.

Light radiated from her body, intensifying into a blinding glow as she, too, started getting more serious.

Her once-white fur turned golden, and her aura climbed up , surging past his.

Her domain stabilized, preventing collapse.

Even the moon shifted, its pale glow now dyed in the color of her energy, as if the heavens themselves acknowledged her transformation. Explore more stories with My Virtual Library Empire

Both fighters kept rising in power, their energy clashing before they even made a move.

When Reign reached 1000%, Kitsune's transformation also reached its apex.

A radiant halo formed above her head, spinning slowly like a celestial crown. Her tails, now wreathed in divine energy, pulsed with unimaginable power.

"So you're borrowing the power of that angel, huh?" Asher scoffed, his golden eyes narrowing.

That caught her attention. "You know about her?"

"Know her?" he trailed off, a smirk tugging at his lips. "I plan to kill her after you."

Kitsune let out a chuckle, finding his claims outrageous. "You… kill her?"

She shook her head "You might be strong, but that being is on another level. If she wanted to, she could destroy this whole world."

"And right now, with just her blessing, I can defeat you already...." Kitsune's voice dripped with arrogance, her self-assurance soaring as divine energy surged through her veins.

This power made her feel untouchable—above everyone else. A side effect of her transformation.

"So what makes you think you stand a chance?" she spat out.

Asher looked at her, and for once, he was glad she was a bitch inside out. It made punishing her that much easier.

"You're just a frog in a small well… Just because you see her as strong doesn't mean she's absolute." He paused, locking eyes with her. "Let me show you… how vast the universe really is."

"2000%"

BOOOOOOOOM!

Blinding light ripped through the domain, erasing it from existence.

It continued to engulfed the entire sky, turning night into day.

Everyone in the city trembled. A suffocating pressure pressed down on them, and for a brief moment, it felt like the end of the world was coming.

When the light finally subsided, the pagoda was gone—completely erased.

In the sky, Asher hovered, now, his body was engulfed in pure golden energy.

But unlike before, it no longer flickered like flames or crackled like lightning.

Instead, it flowed outward like liquid gold, dense and steady.

His power became so concentrated that it shifted beyond a gaseous state.

"This is the first time I've pushed myself this far, and I'm making an exception just for—"

His lips moved, and before he could finish, his voice turned into a whisper.

"You."

By the time the last word left his mouth, he was already beside her.

She barely registered his presence. Her body tensed, instincts screaming too late.

For a split second, she thought it was over—that she was already dead.

But nothing happened.

Asher didn't strike. He let her escape.

A chill crawled down her spine as realization sank in. He was showing her something far more terrifying than dominance—he was proving that he could kill her at any time.

This only fueled her irritation. The sheer disrespect made her blood boil.

She unleashed a storm of beams, each faster and deadlier than before.

The sky became a sea of golden streaks, all converging on him.

But Asher didn't even raise a barrier this time.

He stood there, unmoving, letting the beams reach him.

Yet, just millimeters from his skin, they vanished—disintegrating before they could even touch him.

His transformation created a natural barrier, one that even her divine-powered attacks couldn't break.

Kitsune's eyes widened, but there was no time to be surprised.

Asher was already in front of her. The strange part wasn't just his speed—it was his energy.

It thickened the air around her, making movement feel sluggish, like trying to sprint through water instead of land.

She saw his arm moving and wanted to dodge, but her body refused to respond.

His hand clamped around her throat, crushing the air from her lungs. Instinctively, she tried to transform into light and escape—but nothing happened.

"Where is that arrogance of yours?" he asked, his grip slowly tightening around her neck.

If she didn't push his bottom line, he might have let her showcase her power a little longer.

But she just had to be annoying—flaunting that so-called angelic blessing, which, in front of someone who despised everything connected to it, was more of a curse than a gift.