Utopian System

Chapter 423 System's Final Boss - 7

"it's fascinating, really," the dual voice continued as it stabilized.

"i can see her memories, feel her emotions. all that remorse for the betrayal, that twisted love for her mother..." she paused, as if listening to something. "oh, and there's so much about you, elio. so many complex feelings buried under layers of guilt and duty."

"diana, you..." elio's voice was pure ice.

"diana? she's part of me now. or i'm part of her. it's... difficult to distinguish where one ends and the other begins in the first minutes when they fight."

diala guthrand (divine metamorphosis)

level 100 (19)

skills:

divine cursed soul (9/10)

divine elemental magic (wind, fire, water and ground)

chemical magic (lvl 19)

mana: 1900/1900

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resistance: 1,901,900/1,901,900

stamina: 190/190

attack: 1900 (2090)

magic damage: 1900 (2109)

strength: 380

defense: 1900 (1919)

magic defense: 1900 (1929)

speed: 380

"diana respects you, you know?" a horizontal cut that elio barely managed to evade. "she understands her hatred is irrational." a thrust that passed so close it cut a few strands of his hair. "but the human heart doesn't always listen to reason, does it?"

the combination of zahyla's millennial experience with the increased power of level 19 was proving more lethal than her previous level 10 form. each movement flowed into the next without wasting a single bit of energy, every attack perfectly calculated.

elio still hadn't managed to connect a single hit.

then...

zahyla's mask of scientific amusement cracked, diana's pure hatred seeping through her features. her eyes, previously calculating, now burned with a raw emotion that made the combat more erratic, more dangerous.

the attacks became an unstoppable torrent.

zahyla launched a sequence of strikes that combined her millennial experience with diana's visceral rage. a punch to the face became a feint for a low kick, which in turn concealed an elbow strike aimed at the throat.

elio dodged by millimeters, his body moving at impossible angles to avoid each impact. where zahyla's style had previously been calculated and precise, it now incorporated diana's familiarity with his movement patterns, making it doubly lethal.

the exchange accelerated.

zahyla's fists left trails in the air while elio weaved between them like water between rocks. each blow dodged, each counterattack finding only air where his opponent had been a fraction of a second before.

a blow caressed elio's cheek. another passed so close to his neck he could feel the displacement of air. the speed kept increasing, the combat becoming a blur of movement that would have been impossible to follow with normal eyes.

the breaking point came when zahyla feigned a stumble. it was a movement so characteristic of diana, so familiar to elio, that for an instant his guard faltered.

the kick that followed carried the 380 strength points of zahyla's new body. the impact connected directly with elio's chest, tearing away 300 resistance points and sending him flying backward.

elio managed to recover in the air, his feet finding purchase against the wall. but zahyla was already upon him, diana's divine sword gleaming with lethal power as it descended toward his neck.

time seemed to slow down.

the blade was too close. his enhanced perception only served to show him with crystalline clarity that this time he wouldn't be able to dodge in time.

and then something, someone, impacted zahyla like a meteor.

lila, her body glowing with transformation power, had burst through the chamber ceiling at the last possible moment. her fist connected with zahyla's face with devastating force, sending her flying away from elio.

diana and zahyla's fusion crashed against the opposite wall, rising almost instantly. her eyes narrowed at seeing the newcomer, a twisted smile forming on her lips.

"ah," the dual voice acquired a tone of cruel amusement. "the other one who loves him. this gets more interesting by the moment."