Hikari lept high into the air and glided. She can fly in an hour the distance a horse would need a full day to cover.
The scout team reported the location of the cultist base. It was an abandoned town. Hikari landed as soon as she could see the rotted wooden huts with her eagle vision.
Mana traces. Razenheir. The scouts leave these as markings. Visible to only fellow Razenheirs and sorcerers of considerable skill.
Hikari stalked through the jungle. Crawling on all fours to avoid sinking into the mud, using a force field to keep the mud from sticking and damping the sound.
She moved quickly. For she has little means to cover her large tracks. The trail eventually led her to a camp.
The campfire was out. The scouts sat silent around the fire, their skin pale, bright pinkish flowers growIng out of their mouths, the faces making the most grim expressions as they met their gruesome end.
"A trap!" The ground below Hikari lit up, a thousand vines popped out of the ground attempting to constrict her.
Boom! A blast of fire, incinerating an entire patch of forest.
Hikari drew her hand cannon. Boom! She could see the sorcerer burn to cinders.
Rumble! Rumble! Zombies emerged from the ground. The same eerie plants growing out of them. Flesh golems as well, seemingly stitched together with the flesh of several. Their mouths made from fingers and hands.
Hikari drew her claymore, held it in both hands and saturated it with her mana. A full circle swing, a crescent wave of apocalyptic flame, incinerating the horde that stood before her.
Crunch! Crunch! She continued. The surviving zombies were crushed beneath her boot as they mindlessly attempted to grab them.
Boom! Boom! A rain of cannon fire pelted her as she approached.
A skip and a hop dodged most of the volley, her short sword blocked the rest. She drew her hand cannon. Condensed bolts of her dark mana strike the cannon positions, incinerating the crew.
Before long, the cannon positions fell silent, crackling as they burned. Hikari walked up to the wooden gate. Reinforced with the eerie grey growth and pink flowers.
Boom! Hikari kicked the gate, sending it flying. cultist swordsmen charged her. A round house kick, the ones caught in its path have their bones crushed, the others were thrown back violently by the shockwave.
The second echelon of cultists stayed their ground, hesitant to charge to their certain deaths. At their center, a rather well decorated cultist, a necklace of skulls hanging from his neck, a long spear.
He started chanting in an enigmatic language. A gush of vines rushed out from the ground and wrapped around his spear, imbibing it with their power. He took a stance and charged Hikari.
Pow! A punch from Hikari knocked him into the ground. His spear was unable to match Hikari's reach. Hikari advanced as he groaned in pain on the ground. Crunch! He was turned to paste under Hikari's boot.
Hikari advanced. The remaining cultists were frozen in fear. She stopped in front of them, stealth her sword and tapped her boot.
After a brief pause, the cultist right in front of her threw down his weapons and prostrated on the ground. The rest followed suit.