"Phantom Rebirth: The Last White Raven’s Path to the Ultimate Assassin"

The battlefield was eerily still. The dust had barely settled from the last clash, yet Seraphis knew it wasn’t over.

She hovered midair, her wings outstretched, her breath ragged. The creature's remains had crumbled, yet a deep, foreboding energy still pulsed in the air.

Then—movement.

From the cracked earth, the dark essence began to reform, shifting and twisting unnaturally.

Seraphis clenched her fists. “Damn it, you’re still holding on?”

A low, distorted growl echoed. The darkness pulsed, shifting again, but this time it wasn’t simply reviving itself—it was changing.

The remnants gathered into a towering figure, humanoid but grotesquely elongated. Massive, jagged blades protruded from its limbs, its form an amalgamation of shadow and corrupted energy. Red sigils burned across its body, ancient runes she didn’t recognize.

Then, it spoke—a voice layered with countless echoes.

"You... are... unworthy."

Seraphis narrowed her eyes. “You can talk now?”

The creature vanished—no warning, no movement, just gone.

Her instincts flared.

She twisted midair just in time to dodge a blade that ripped through the space where she had been.

The attack was impossibly fast.

Before she could counter, it struck again.

A wave of dark blades

Seraphis dodged, twisting through the air, but even her reflexes weren’t enough. One blade grazed her arm, another sliced through her side.

Pain burned through her body.

She gritted her teeth. "Fine. You want to get serious? Then let's end this."

She raised her hands, summoning her floating cards, their edges shimmering with raw power.

With a sharp flick of her fingers, she sent them hurtling forward, aiming for the sigils glowing on the creature’s chest.

The cards connected, embedding deep into the runes.

For a moment, the beast staggered. Its form flickered—the sigils weakened.

Seraphis smirked. "So that’s your weak spot."

But the moment she moved to press the attack, a pulse of black magic erupted from the creature, sending her crashing into the ground.

The impact left a crater beneath her.

She groaned, pushing herself up, but before she could recover, the creature descended upon her.

A massive shadowed hand wrapped around her, its grip unbreakable.

She struggled, twisting, her magic flaring, but the pressure intensified.

“You… will… not… leave… alive.”

The grip tightened—she could feel her ribs threatening to snap.

Seraphis forced herself to focus. This thing is too strong now. I need to take it out in one strike.

Her mind raced. She still had one last trick—but it was dangerous.

She closed her eyes, reaching deep into her magic, past her limits—to the forbidden spells.

"If I can’t kill you normally... then I’ll erase you entirely."

A violent aura surrounded her as she channeled every ounce of her forbidden energy into her cards.

The symbols on the cards began to shift, new runes appearing.

The creature recoiled, sensing the shift in power.

“No…”

Seraphis grinned. “Yes.”

She unleashed it all.

The cards exploded outward, shattering reality itself around the beast.

A massive void opened, consuming everything within its reach. The sheer force of it ripped through the battlefield, swallowing the creature in an instant.

It screamed, its form dissolving into nothingness.

Seraphis barely managed to escape the pull, flapping her wings with every ounce of strength she had left.

Then—silence.

The creature was gone.

She hovered there, breathing heavily. The battle had taken everything from her.

But then, something caught her eye.

Where the beast had been was now a corridor—a rift leading to something beyond.

Seraphis hesitated. But she knew—she had to go through.

She stepped into the corridor, the air thick with ancient magic.

Her eyes widened as she entered a vast chamber.

Stacks of old parchment lined the walls, covered in forbidden texts.

She reached out, carefully picking up one of the papers. The symbols were old—far older than anything she had ever seen.

And then she saw it.

A passage, written in blood-red ink.

"To those who seek the truth—beware. The first creations were never meant to be unleashed. And the last shall bring ruin to all."

Seraphis felt a cold chill run down her spine.

She wasn’t supposed to find this.

And yet… she had.

She turned to the next parchment, her fingers tightening.

There was more.

And something told her… she wasn’t alone in this place.