I Killed The Main Characters

Chapter 120: Second Act: Love Kills [7]

Amy's frustration fueled her, and she tapped into the third blessing.

{Blessing of the Swordmaster's Gaze: Precision and Focus Heightened!}

Her movements sharpened, every swing cutting through the air with lethal intent.

She could sense the path of his spear even before he moved, yet he still managed to deflect her blows, unshaken, as if sensing her movements.

She switched tactics, changing her weapon to a massive war hammer and swung it with brutal force.

He sidestepped with ease, barely breaking stride as his spear lashed out once more, catching her side and leaving a stinging line of ice across her skin.

Pain shot through her, but she gritted her teeth and kept pushing.

Fire erupted along the blade of her next weapon, a longsword, as she utilized one of her sword techniques.

{Blazing Edge of the Southern Star}

She surged forward, fire trailing behind her in brilliant arcs, her sword almost a blur in her hands.

This time, her attack pushed Noah back, forcing him to block with both hands on his spear.

But his expression remained cold, unreadable.

He countered her attack with the same two moves, each time with unerring accuracy, meeting her fury with calm, mechanical precision.

Frustration gnawed at her as her movements slowed.

He had managed to injure her in subtle ways, slicing shallow cuts along her legs and arms.

She could feel herself weakening, her breathing labored.

Yet Amy refused to relent.

With a final surge of power, she activated the fourth blessing.

{Blessing of the Eternal Flame: Fire Mastery Unlocked!}

A fierce heat pulsed within her, and she lunged forward, her blade sheathed in roaring flames.

She unleashed a powerful slash using the {Phoenix Strike} technique from the God of Swords' teachings, her blade drawing an arc of pure fire through the air.

The flames seared Noah's shoulder, but he didn't waver, twisting his spear to deflect her next strike as the flames licked at his weapon.

Their clash turned into a deadly rhythm, her fiery attacks met by his cold, unyielding defense.

Each time she tried to catch him off-guard, he would counter with the same repetitive but flawless technique.

She could feel her energy draining as he pressed her harder, his spear lashing out with merciless accuracy.

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Amy's breaths came ragged and sharp, each one like a knife scraping her lungs.

She stumbled to her feet, her sword slick with blood as she forced her aching body to press forward.

She could feel the gas clinging to her skin, dulling her thoughts, but she'd spotted something in his movements—a tiny, almost imperceptible gap.

Noah's repeated pattern, his rhythm so cold and methodical, had revealed itself.

With one final, desperate surge, she waited until his spear swung in its predictable arc.

She sidestepped, forcing her exhausted muscles to obey, and her sword struck true, piercing through flesh.

A startled breath escaped Noah's lips as her blade sank deep into his abdomen.

Blood welled at the corner of his mouth, his yellow and purple gaze dulling as he dropped to his knees, still clutching his spear, his weight forcing Amy's own knees to buckle.

They both fell, her trembling hands still wrapped around the hilt of her sword as she drove it deeper into him, almost desperately.

His head fell forward, leaning against her shoulder, his breath warm and shallow against her neck.

Amy's chest rose and fell in harsh, painful rhythm as her hand shook on the hilt.

She couldn't bring herself to pull back; she just let the exhaustion settle over her, her head resting against his as the blood pooled around them both.

The fog in the room started to lift, and with it, the bone-chilling cold ebbed away, replaced by a slow, creeping warmth.

Amy's mind, foggy and worn, drifted as she tried to catch her breath, her fingers releasing the sword as she lay there, the silence around them almost peaceful.

But when she opened her eyes, something cold twisted inside her.

The body slumped in her arms.

Her heart plummeted, breath catching in her throat as she truly looked at the face of the boy lying lifeless against her.

His hair was a warm brown, not black, and his eyes, though now vacant, were a shade of brown she recognized all too well.

The golden insignia embroidered on his academy blazer, the meticulous detailing in its lining—he wore the uniform of a student council member.

It wasn't Noah she had killed.

Her stomach churned, icy horror flooding her as the realization hit like a physical blow.

This wasn't the figure who had haunted her with yellow and purple eyes.

She had pierced the heart of...

Rylan Voss.