The Forsaken Heir's Ascension
Chapter 119: Dark Demoness vs Shadowstorm: Tempest Zone Showdown

Chapter 119: Dark Demoness vs Shadowstorm: Tempest Zone Showdown

Meika struck.

Both daggers came down—

Clank! Clank!

They clashed against Darian’s shield, sparks flying.

Undeterred, Meika planted her hands on the shield, vaulted into the air, and flipped over him—landing silently behind his back in a crouched position, her body nearly flat against the ground.

Darian’s shield swept forward, just inches above her head.

Slash! Slash!

Her twin daggers lashed out, striking his right heel—twice.

Blood splattered.

Darian grunted, stumbling.

She vanished—swallowed by the shadows—and slipped past the first column.

A muffled groan escaped Darian’s lips. He dropped to one knee, bracing himself on his shield.

Earth elemental energy surged through his leg.

Stones from the arena floor rose and wrapped around his injured limb, forming a sleek protective layer up to the knee—a stone brace that halted the bleeding and restored some stability.

The pain lingered, but mobility was salvaged.

Meanwhile, the Dark Demoness flowed through the shadows, swift and unseen, crossing the second column without resistance.

In the third column, the pressure grew. Gravity weighed heavier here—but her dark armor neutralized most of it.

She pushed forward.

Third column—crossed.

But as she reached the fourth, something changed.

The pressure around her intensified like a collapsing sphere.

Crushing.

With a strained groan, Meika was forced out of the shadows, her body stumbling into visibility within the fourth column.

As Meika stepped into the fourth column zone, the air slashed at her like a thousand tiny knives. Thunder cracked overhead, and her boots began to sink—slowly swallowed by the treacherous, shifting ground.

Then—

A voice rang out.

"Dark Demoness! I got the Dark Demoness!"

A boy with a cheeky grin appeared in front of her, arms raised like he’d just caught a legendary beast.

Meika stared at him, confused.

"Ahem, ahem!" the boy straightened, puffing his chest.

"I’m your biggest fan, Dark Demoness! I’ve watched every match of yours. Don’t worry—you’re totally safe here. We can talk as much as you want."

Meika narrowed her eyes. "I don’t want to waste my time."

With a pulse of dark aura, she pulled herself free from the ground—her legs swirling with elemental energy as she floated a few inches up.

The cheeky brat’s eyes widened. "You just—wait—how did you do that?! Can you teach me too?"

Meika blinked, slightly thrown off by his genuine curiosity.

"I... used my aura. Dark elemental aura from my armor. I spun it around my legs, like a centrifugal flow. It negates the ground’s pull."

He nodded seriously, pulled out a pair of glasses, put them on, then summoned a notepad and pen from his storage ring.

He started scribbling furiously.

"Centrifugal aura swirl... counteracts suction effect... dark element conductivity... got it."

Meika, amused in spite of herself, explained in detail.

He listened like a diligent student.

In the chaos of the Tempest Zone—where cyclones howled and lightning shredded the sky—stood a lanky boy taking notes from a fully-armored warrior shrouded in shadows.

The audience watching from the screens burst into laughter. Laughter echoed throughout the stadium—though it couldn’t reach the arena itself, as the battlefield was sound-shielded to protect the focus of the contestants.

The boy clicked his pen, stuck it between his teeth, and asked seriously,

"So, Teacher—what you said earlier, the elemental centrifugal force cancels out the sticky ground effect, right?"

Meika clapped her hands, genuinely delighted.

"Yes! That’s exactly right! You’re a really good stu—"

She froze.

Her eyes widened.

Her smile vanished.

She pointed at him, stunned.

"You! You—!"

The cheeky brat sighed, took off his glasses, and stashed his notebook back into his ring.

With a long exhale, he said flatly,

"Thank the gods you noticed. I was getting tired of this role."

Meika clenched her fists, face twitching.

Why... why did I enjoy teaching him!?

She crouched down, preparing to move into the next column—focused, precise.

Then came the voice.

"Your brother is more loved than you, right?" the cheeky brat said casually.

Meika froze.

He said nothing else.

Just stood there, waiting—calm and patient—as if setting a trap not with weapons, but with words.

Meika’s mind spun. The battlefield faded.

Her grip loosened on her daggers.

She snapped.

"What did you say!?" she screamed, turning around.

The brat tilted his head innocently.

"What? I didn’t say anything."

Her aura flared violently, shadows coiling around her body.

"What did you say about my brother?" she roared.

Her voice echoed through the zone like a thunderclap.

Then—

"Fifteen minutes remaining."

The announcement broke her fury like a glass cracking under pressure.

Meika’s eyes widened in shock.

She gritted her teeth, clenched her fists, and turned sharply—without another word—charging into the fifth column.

The cheeky brat let out a soft sigh, watching her vanish into the storm.

"That announcement cost me a few more minutes with her," he muttered sadly.

Meanwhile, Meika dashed ahead, shadows swirling around her feet, a furious scowl etched on her face.

I wasted too much time in that column.

She moved through the storm, crossing one column after another with relentless focus.

Within minutes, she reached the ninth column.

Ahead, Alex’s eyes narrowed.

He felt it—a ripple in the shadows, subtle but unmistakable.

Without hesitation, he hurled a dagger.

Swoosh.

The blade cut through a mini-cyclone and struck something hidden behind it.

"Arghhhh!"

A cry of pain echoed through the Tempest Zone.

Meika tumbled out of the shadows, clutching her left arm, blood staining her armor.

Her eyes—fierce and burning—snapped toward the one who struck her.

Alex.

Their gazes locked.

In that moment, memories exploded behind Alex’s eyes:

The tower.

Her betrayal.

His parents’ death.

His sister, Anna—smiling through her tears just before everything shattered.

The rage surged.

He crouched low, daggers clenched tight, black lightning crackling around him like a storm barely held back.

Dark elemental energy—Fourth Circle—roared around him, wrapping the blades in flickering shadows.

His gaze sharpened, turning inhuman.

Meika froze.

Her breath caught in her throat.

She had faced storms, monsters, and killers.

But this... this wasn’t just fury.

Like she was being stared down by a Dragon.

And for the first time in the match—

fear gripped her heart.

But Meika exhaled, eyes blazing, and muttered under her breath:

"Nobody can stop me. I’m going to win this."

She lunged forward, merging into the shadows.

In the blink of an eye, she reappeared behind Alex, a smirk tugging at her lips.

Got you.

But then—

He turned.

Slash!

"Arghhh!"

She stumbled backward, blood pouring from both her legs—just below the knees.

Her daggers clattered against the stone for a moment before she gritted her teeth and caught herself.

I have to cross this column. I have to.

With a snarl, she slipped back into the shadows, circling around—searching, calculating, waiting for an opening.

Alex stood still.

Silent.

Watching.

Like an apex predator.

His dark eyes tracked every flicker, every shift in the shadows.

Then—Meika saw it.

An opening.

A narrow space at the edge of the column.

She lunged for it, shadows coiling around her legs as she dashed in—

Crackling lightning flared as Alex surged forward, his body a storm in motion.

A bolt of thunder struck his arm—

RUMBLE!

—but the dagger in his hand didn’t stop.

Slash!

The blade streaked through the air and caught her again.

"Arghhhh—!"

Her muffled groan was swallowed by the storm.

She hit the ground hard, stumbling back.

Blood now streamed from her arms and legs—fresh cuts opened across her limbs.

Her breath came in short, ragged bursts.

She clenched her teeth, gripped her daggers tighter—her hands slick and red from the blood trailing down her arms.

And at that moment...

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