Part 1
The wind in the savannah didn't just howl; it screamed in a frequency that defied physics.
A blur of obsidian and static tore through the tall grass—the **Void Reaper**. It moved with a "Walking Ice" fluidity that made the world look like it was lagging behind its movements. A grazing lion stood in its path, majestic and unmoving. The Reaper didn't slow. It didn't swing a blade. It simply *passed*. A microsecond later, a thin, vertical line of frost appeared down the lion's spine before the beast split in two, the internal organs flash-frozen before a single drop of blood could hit the soil.
The Reaper hit the base of the mountain range and ignited. It didn't climb; it used the stone as a springboard, leaping with such force that the entire cliffside turned to fine powder.
In the quiet, mahogany-scented air of the Bank Manager's office, Stacian felt the tremor. It wasn't a physical earthquake, but a rupture in the aether. She looked down at the tea in her cup; it had frozen into a jagged crown of ice.
"Reckless," she whispered.
She vanished.
In the space between heartbeats, she was standing at the edge of what used to be a lake. Now, it was a scorched white basin of salt and steam. She looked at her parchment—the map of the landscape was literally fading where the Reaper had walked, as if the ink was being eaten by a parasite.
"They even evaporated the lake," she noted, her voice cold. "This isn't good."
She saw the footprints—gray, decayed pits in the earth that led toward the wastelands. She vanished again, reappearing atop a mountain peak. Below her, the Void Reaper was a jagged silhouette of madness.
The clash began not with a sound, but with the displacement of reality.
Stacian dropped from the sky like a falling star, her leg extended in a **Cerulean Pressure** heel kick. Leornars, lost to the Void, caught the strike with palms that bled shadows. The impact created a shockwave that flattened the surrounding wasteland for three miles, turning the sand into a sea of liquid glass.
Stacian didn't wait for the rebound. She used his hands as a pivot, performing a sickeningly fast mid-air torsion flip. Her boot connected with his jaw—a *crunch* that echoed like a tectonic plate snapping.
Leornars was sent skidding back, his body leaving a trench in the glass. He didn't feel the pain. He rose instantly, his mouth opening in a sub-harmonic screech.
"**Magma Burst: 7th Circle!**"
He didn't chant; he simply willed it. The ground erupted. Geysers of white-hot plasma shot upward, weaving together to form a cage of solar-level heat.
Stacian didn't flinch. "Laminar Shield: Absolute Zero."
A thin, shimmering film of blue energy wrapped around her. When the plasma hit, it didn't explode—it slid. The fire was redirected, carving glowing red canyons into the horizon as Stacian walked through the inferno as if it were a spring rain.
"Barely half-manifested and you're using the Void as a battery," Stacian thought, her eyes tracking the chaotic flow of his energy. "You're leaking power, Leornars. It's sloppy."
Leornars lunged. His fists were wreathed in **Void-Lightning**, black bolts that hissed as they ate the oxygen in the air. He threw a flurry of blows—each one capable of leveling a fortress. Stacian danced through them, her movements a rhythmic "pun-ishment" to his brute force. She dodged a haymaker that vaporized a distant hill, then stepped into his guard, delivering a palm strike to his solar plexus that sent a ripple of golden energy through his spine.
Leornars collapsed, then shrieked, his hands coming together to form a sphere of pure annihilation.
"**Gate Keeper...**"
The sky turned black. Gravity inverted. Pebbles began to fall toward the clouds. The very fabric of the "Proxy Enigma" seemed to fray at the edges.
"Enough," Stacian said, her voice cutting through the roar of the void. "**Lintrio Seal.**"
The black sphere didn't explode. It withered. The massive buildup of energy simply ceased to exist, silenced by a higher authority.
Stacian walked forward through the dust. She reached into her hair, pulling out four slender needles of refracted light.
* **First Strike:** She drove a needle into the right side of his neck. The black veins pulsing under his skin turned gray.
* **Second Strike:** The left side. The Reaper's screeching died into a pathetic whimper.
* **Third Strike:** The nape. The monstrous shadow-claws began to melt away, revealing the trembling man beneath.
* **The Finality:** She drove the last needle directly into his chest, over the heart.
A blinding pillar of white light erupted, washing away the gray, the fire, and the void. When the light faded, the wasteland was silent. Stacian stood over the unconscious Leornars, her expression unreadable.
"You're a heavy one to carry," she sighed, looking at the mile-wide crater of glass they had created. "Next time, Lord Leornars call for me I'm your first hand surbodinate."