Revenge: A Path of Destruction
Chapter 185: Lucian vs Nathelia 4 (Flashback)

Chapter 185: Lucian vs Nathelia 4 (Flashback)

Lucian vanished.

A golden bolt of divine energy sliced through the devastated forest, its blinding speed rendering it a mere shimmer of light to the naked eye, quicker than the thunderous roar that would soon follow.

The broken trees around it stood no chance; some surviving ones were violently cleaved in two, while others were completely consumed in an inferno ignited by the radiant lightning that coursed through his being like a celestial fire.

With his spear thrust forward, its tip shimmering with a brilliance reminiscent of a comet hurtling through the night sky, Lucian aimed directly at Nathalie.

Nathalie’s instincts kicked in with a jolt. In a desperate bid for survival, she conjured a spiral of ice shields, each one intricately etched with mana that glimmered against the backdrop of the battle.

The first shield shattered upon impact, a cascade of crystalline fragments sparkling like stars as they scattered into the air.

The second shield fractured with a deafening crack, and by the time the fourth shield met its demise, Lucian emerged before her, a storm of golden lightning erupting from his form in a pulsating wave that lit the battlefield with a fierce glow.

The force of the blast sent Nathalie hurtling backward, her body skimming across the frozen ground, where her claws dug deep grooves into the icy surface.

In a breathtaking display of agility, she twisted midair, landing deftly on all fours.

A fierce snarl escaped her lips as she poised herself, her armored fur bristling with a frost-laden energy that crackled ominously in the air.

A thin streak of blood trickled down her side, but the moment it touched her plated armor, it froze solid, a stark reminder of the perilous confrontation that unfolded around her.

She growled. Not in pain.

In thrill.

Lucian didn’t wait. The divine lightning surged through his veins, blurring his form as he charged again. Each step cracked the ground, each motion bending air. He swung upward, forcing her to leap.

In the air, she conjured a spear of ice with jagged edges, hurling it downward with monstrous force. Lucian dodged, but it struck his side, piercing, crackling—but his body pulsed with divine energy, as he didn’t let up.

"Thunder Control: Spear Form, Third Art—Heaven’s Tempest!"

Lucian stabbed his spear into the air.

Bolts of golden lightning formed in a tight radius, obliterating everything within a fifty-meter range. The forest was reduced to charred stumps. The air itself trembled.

But when the light cleared, Nathalie was there.

Ice barriers had risen from the ground like delicate, crystalline petals unfurling in the dawn, their surfaces shimmering softly as they absorbed the explosive force of the attack.

Though the ice was steaming and riddled with cracks, it held firm against the chaos. With a determined leap, she propelled herself forward, tendrils of ice swirling elegantly at her feet, propelling her across the battlefield like a specter gliding over a frozen lake.

Her claws cut through the air with a fierce grace, sending forth horizontal crescents of biting, freezing wind that shimmered with sharp, glacial energy.

Lucian met her onslaught, his spear transforming into a spinning wheel of golden light, radiating power and precision.

Each icy crescent shattered upon impact, glinting like shattered glass in the air. With a fierce and powerful thrust, he lunged towards Nathalie’s chest, aiming for a decisive strike.

She reacted in an instant, ducking low and then surging upward in a graceful spin, her tail sweeping beneath her like a tempestuous glacial whip.

It struck Lucian’s side with a force that made him grunt, the impact nearly causing him to lose his grip on the spear.

He was sent reeling sideways, skimming across the ice like a smooth stone skipping across a pond.

As he came to a halt, blood trickled down his lip, stark against the paleness of his skin.

Nathalie panted lightly, icy breath crystallizing in the frigid air, while frost formed delicately at the corners of her mouth.

Her armor bore the scars of the battle, cracked in several places, yet the flickering essence of her mana shimmered around her like a guardian spirit, as she reinforced her defenses, preparing for the next clash.

Lucian didn’t wait.

He vanished again, but this time Nathalie was ready. She closed her eyes and listened. The movement of mana, the hum of lightning, the heat. She spun at the last second.

Two icy daggers shot from her shoulders like homing missiles, meeting Lucian mid-thrust. They struck his pauldron and thigh, momentarily freezing the joints.

She pounced.

Their bodies collided, claw against spear, thunder against ice. A flurry of blows erupted between them.

Lucian moved faster, his strikes divine and precise, but Nathalie countered with grace and brutality. Her claws left streaks of frozen air. His spear shattered the ground with every block.

He was winning.

Until he wasn’t.

Nathalie ducked under a sweeping arc and unleashed her trump card.

"Beast Zone second stage: Frozen World, Absolute Zero."

Her beast zone erupted in a sudden bloom of absolute stillness. Everything stopped. Even the arcs of lightning flickered.

Lucian’s movement slowed for a fraction of a second—but it was enough. Her claws slashed across his ribs, then his back, and a kick to his side sent him crashing into a half-frozen tree that shattered on impact.

Lucian gasped—blood spattering from his mouth. His divine lightning sputtered.

But he wasn’t finished.

He slammed his hand into his chest. A shockwave of pure golden light exploded outward.

The ice cracked, shattering the edges of her beast zone.

Electricity rebounded into his limbs, reigniting his strength. Nathalie flinched as the backlash caught her in the shoulder.

Lucian rose.

He was panting. Heavily.

His skin was cracked—gold lightning bleeding through the fissures. His body was breaking down. The divine art was burning through his lifeforce.

"I don’t have much time," he whispered, feeling his body breaking down from the divine art. But that wasn’t his main concern. He was worried about the people he had brought with him, hoping that at least a few of them were still alive.

He shot forward with reckless fury, spear spinning. Nathalie met him with her claws sheathed in a layer of hyper-condensed ice. Each impact sent shockwaves across the battlefield.

The temperature dropped so low that ice began to form on Lucian’s golden lightning. But the lightning struck so hot, it evaporated the frost on contact.

Each slash, each strike, was a gamble.

Every time Lucian thrust, he saw an opening. Every time Nathalie clawed, she found his weakness.

He drove the spear toward her chest again—she parried with both arms, claws digging into the shaft. He flipped midair, using his body as momentum to sweep her feet, but she turned to mist and reformed mid-lunge.

Their blows created craters, leveled trees, and turned the frozen battlefield into a storm-ravaged warzone.

They both landed opposite each other.

Barely standing.

Nathalie’s armor was nearly gone, her breaths ragged, her eyes feral with the need to win.

Lucian trembled, lightning leaking from his cracked skin like blood, his golden eyes flickering.

They charged.

Lucian lunged again.

This time, his spear split the air with a thunderous cry, aiming for Nathalie’s head. She ducked beneath it, and two of her conjured swords shot forward to slash his side.

He rolled, spun, and retaliated with a downward stab.

She caught the spear between two pillars of ice, trying to lock it in place—only for the weapon to explode in voltage, blasting the ice apart.

Both were flung backward by the force.

They hit the ground and recovered instantly. Neither could afford even a nanosecond.

Lucian dashed forward once more, his movement nearly imperceptible. Each step created a thunderclap, the ground beneath him fracturing.

He drove his spear forward with terrifying precision, aiming for weak points in her armor.

But Nathalie wasn’t stationary. She glided backward across a path of frost, her form twisting and shifting with elegant precision, deflecting thrust after thrust with conjured shields and blades.

Her ice weapons moved like extensions of herself, launching toward Lucian with killer intent. One slammed into his thigh, numbing the muscle.

He growled in pain, electricity flaring and breaking the frost.

He answered with a flurry of attacks, spear thrusts so fast they blurred into a singular stream of motion. The stun effect of his domain intensified. Nathalie slowed, if only by fractions of a second.

But it was enough.

He struck her abdomen, the spear tip denting her almost destroyed armour, sparks dancing across her torso.

She staggered, but responded instantly by summoning an avalanche of jagged ice from the sky.

Lucian shielded himself with an overhead spin, lightning scattering the shards before they touched him.

Finally, they both landed opposite each other.

They both breathed hard now.

Both looked at each other as they knew this clash would be the final one.

The Final clash that will decide it all.

Nathalie’s claws glowed with ice so cold it burned.

His spear shone with lightning so hot it froze the air.

The forest held its breath.

Then they moved.

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