My Celestial Ascension

"YOU DAMN BITCH!! I'LL KILL YOU!!" one of them shouted, his voice laced with fury as a massive surge of mana erupted from his body, fueled by rage.

"H-How dare you kill him?! You will pay for this with your life! Now die!"

One of the four remaining masked figures enveloped his dagger with mana and launched a powerful strike at Aisha, aiming directly for her chest, intending to pierce her heart.

'Such powerful mana… As expected of the Golden Skull organization's members—they're quite strong indeed.' Aisha smiled upon sensing the immense energy radiating from her attacker.

'Unfortunately for them, this attack won't harm me as long as I dodge it… and dodging it will be effortless.' Aisha smirked, her eyes gleaming with confidence as she prepared to evade.

Black lightning crackled around the dagger as the masked individual prepared to unleash his attack.

"Shadow Slash!"

As he lunged forward, his dagger became shrouded in dark mana, exuding a menacing aura that made the air itself tremble.

"Now! Die!" he roared, slashing the dagger toward Aisha with deadly intent, a wicked grin stretching across his face.

Whoosh!

Seeing the attack hurtling toward her, Aisha's smirk widened. She tightened her grip on her sword and raised it effortlessly.

"You're too full of yourself if you think an attack of this caliber could kill me. It doesn't even come close to injuring me," she muttered, her voice low and taunting. With a swift, fluid movement, she sidestepped the attack with ease.

Swish!

At the same time, she seized the perfect moment to counterattack, slicing open her opponent's stomach with a swift stroke of her sword. She used the masked individual's own momentum to inflict even greater damage.

Slash!

'Too easy… I should be able to end their lives quickly. I'll kill all of them—except for one.' Aisha thought, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she darted forward at an incredible speed, targeting the remaining three masked figures.

"Damn it! Kill her already!" one of them roared upon witnessing another comrade fall, his voice thick with fury.

Consumed by rage, the three remaining masked figures unleashed a relentless assault, channeling their powerful forbidden magic. A shadowy black cloak enveloped their bodies, amplifying their speed to superhuman levels. Now, they could match Aisha's movements, creating a deadly opening to strike her down.

"Oh? You fools have gotten stronger… this will be fun." Aisha licked her lips, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

Suddenly, her figure vanished from sight.

"Where did she—?" one of them began to shout, but before he could finish, a sword pierced through his chest, impaling his heart.

"Cough… cough… what the—?" He sputtered, his vision blurring as blood spilled from his lips. Before he could even comprehend what had happened, his consciousness faded, and his lifeless body collapsed to the ground.

The remaining two stared at the scene in utter disbelief. They were completely dumbfounded—how had their Forbidden Magic, Cloak of Darkness, become useless against a single woman?

A chill ran down their spines as they took in Aisha's wide grin. Their hands trembled, their legs felt weak.

'What the hell is happening?! How did our Forbidden Magic become useless against her? Is she really that strong?' The two masked figures exchanged panicked glances, unable to comprehend what was unfolding before them.

Before they could regain their senses, Aisha yanked her sword free from the fallen corpse and lunged toward them at an incredible speed. Her intent was clear—she wanted to sever their limbs, rendering them helpless.

'If one of them dies during the interrogation, Emperor Philip will still be able to extract information from the other. That way, we can uncover the Golden Skull organization's true objective.' Aisha's expression turned serious as she tightened her grip on her sword.

First, the legs.

In one swift motion, she swung her blade toward them, aiming to cut through their legs and strip them of their ability to fight.

"Watch out! That bitch is going for our legs!" one of them shouted the moment he sensed the imminent danger.

"Damn bitch!" the other growled, gritting his teeth. Without hesitation, he prepared to counter the attack with a powerful technique.

"Shield of Darkness!"

Both masked figures raised their hands, their bodies instantly enveloped by a veil of darkness.

Aisha abruptly halted her attack, her instincts screaming at her to stop. The ominous aura radiating from the shield sent an involuntary shiver down her spine—it didn't feel like ordinary magic. It felt… unnatural.

'This power… it doesn't belong to this world. Whatever it is, it's dangerous.'

Activating her Magic Sense, she carefully observed the dark barrier surrounding the two masked individuals.

'I need to end this now. My mana is depleting too quickly—I have to destroy that barrier in a single strike before I run out.'

Her grip on her sword tightened. Her expression hardened. This would be her strongest attack yet.

She straightened her posture, taking a deep breath as she prepared to unleash her most powerful technique—a strike strong enough to shatter the barrier of darkness protecting the two masked individuals.

As she channeled her magic into her sword, the elegant blade trembled in exhilaration, as if responding to her overwhelming power. Suddenly, a brilliant green light enveloped the weapon.

"Blank Clan's Secret Art, Fifth Form—Sword of the Wind Spirit." Aisha murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

The moment the words left her lips, the blade transformed into pure green energy, radiating an ethereal glow. A powerful gust erupted from the sword, sending dust and debris flying in all directions.

The sheer force of her magic drew the attention of Emperor Philip and the others, even as they remained locked in fierce battle against the enemy.

Blood painted the ground in crimson as the two opposing sides clashed, bodies falling one after another. Since the enemy consisted only of disposable pawns of the Golden Skull organization, there was no point in keeping them alive. Worse, they had used forbidden magic to enhance their strength, corrupting their minds beyond salvation. Allowing them to live was far too dangerous.

"What… is this power?" Emperor Philip's eyes widened in shock as he gazed at Aisha's glowing sword, the force of her magic causing the air around her to swirl violently.

"Such incredible magic… I can barely breathe." Tristan gasped, struggling to inhale as the crushing weight of Aisha's energy pressed down on him. His legs trembled under the pressure.

"This… this power is making the ground shake!" Daniel mumbled, his voice laced with disbelief. His heartbeat thundered in his chest.

With a cold, emotionless expression, Aisha raised her sword and unleashed her most devastating attack. Her intent was absolute—she would annihilate the barrier in a single strike, ensuring the deaths of the two masked figures trapped within.

Aisha kept her focus sharp. She couldn't afford to lower her guard—not against the Golden Skull organization. These people had no humanity left in them. They were monsters wearing human skin.

Determined to end the fight swiftly, she poured every ounce of her strength into her attack. She wasn't about to take any chances and regret it later.

Her emerald eyes gleamed as she swung her sword, feeling the raw power coursing through her. The destruction she was about to unleash was absolute.

'This is it… Die.'

BANG!

The instant her attack struck the barrier, a massive explosion erupted. The sheer force of the strike shattered the dark shield like fragile glass.

"No…!" The two masked figures screamed as their last line of defense crumbled before their eyes.

Before they could react, the attack hit them head-on. Their bodies were left completely vulnerable—there was no time to escape, no way to block, no hope of survival.

The power behind Aisha's strike was overwhelming—sharp, precise, and utterly destructive. If their barrier couldn't withstand it, their mortal bodies certainly wouldn't.

As the dust settled, only their severed legs remained on the battlefield. The rest of their bodies had been completely obliterated.

Aisha exhaled, sheathing her sword. "Finally, it's over. Now, I can go see my nephew and niece… I'm really excited to meet them!"

She turned to leave, no longer sensing any formidable magical presence in the vicinity.

Meanwhile, Emperor Philip, King Richard, Prince Daniel, and Prince Tristan were still locked in battle against the remaining Golden Skull pawns. The sheer number of enemies was slowing them down, forcing them into a drawn-out struggle.

Even with their magic knights assisting, they were barely managing to hold the enemy back.

Aisha frowned, disappointed by their lackluster performance. These are supposed to be the rulers of their own nations? Pathetic.

'No wonder Lady Valeria lectured him back at the stadium. This is a serious problem for the future of the empire.'

With a sigh, she unsheathed her sword once more and lunged back into battle.

In mere minutes, she single-handedly slaughtered every last member of the Golden Skull organization, leaving none alive. Those who witnessed her brutal efficiency stood in stunned silence, unable to believe what they had just seen.

With the old noble district now completely purged of enemies, the threat was neutralized.

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Emperor Philip and King Richard exchanged weary glances before exhaling in relief. The battle was over. A crushing weight had been lifted from their shoulders.