Chapter 48: Chapter 124 – A Changeling’s Way

“So, will you kindly tell me how you found out about this place and Dane, or do I need to convince you to cooperate first,” the woman with a man’s face said in a masculine tone.

“Would you mind not talking to me in a man’s voice while in this… body? It kind of creeps me out.” Asterios smiled wryly.

“Forget your games, Director. He’s an enemy. And a strong one at that,” the noctis woman sneered at her partner while black mist started seeping out of the corners of her eyes.

“I know, I know.” The director’s face changed back, and so did her voice. “But that’s exactly why he is so alluring. I’m sure his essence tastes heavenly.” She licked her lips.

The elf rolled her eyes. “Let’s get rid of the rest first and then we can decide if you get to play with him. I suggest scrying his mind for all possible information immediately.”

“No! You know how hard it is to make them hard after your magic leaves them stupid! And it’s no different than fucking a mindless Zombie!” the woman whined.

“I won’t let you touch even a single hair on Master’s head!” Miria shouted at the two women, positioning her shortstwords in front of her.

“If you are that curious about what’s in my head then you are welcome to try exploring it,” Asterios smirked at the onyx-skinned elf, causing her to raise a silvery brow at him.

“You’ve got balls. I like men with balls,” the changeling complimented Asterios with a sultry tone.

“That’s not a very unique preference considering all of us hold a pair.” Ast’s comment made her snicker. “But, I’m afraid you won’t get a chance to verify that.”

The whole facility rumbled faintly and the two women glanced up in confusion. A dark crimson gate appeared by Ast’s side and Selene jumped out of it as a deep black shadow began gathering under Svertaniel’s feet.

“Move!” Asterios shouted, finally deciding that he had gotten all the information he could, and Selene quickly scooped him off the ground into her arms.

At the same time as the fox lady dashed away with Miria by her side, Umbra’s shadow swallowed Svertaniel’s figure and plunged into the ground.

“Hey! Get back here!” The director’s voice reached the trio’s ears shortly after.

Miria peeked back and confirmed that they were being followed, with the changeling woman running faster than her noctis partner. The girls didn’t run at their best speed to stay in the enemy’s sights as they dashed through the underground tunnels with their bodies boosted by their respective techniques.

A few bolts of black energy whizzed by their ears but none hit the mark. Running and casting clearly wasn’t the elf’s forte.

~Is she the same person who discovered us?~ Asterios asked Umbra, even though he anticipated the answer.

~No, Master. The person with my mark isn’t her. They are somewhere in this area, though.~

~We need to deal with these two before he or she notices the battle and runs in to join.~

The girls nodded, listening attentively to the conversation that had been happening in their joined minds, and finally reached the chamber they had been aiming for.

After running inside a spacious hall they had stumbled on while exploring this inner segment of the facility, Selene let Asterios down and they all spread around. 

The chamber seemed to be a storage room of some sort. It was as wide and tall as industrial warehouses back in Dagger’s End but constructed fully underground. Rows of tall and wide shelves that reached the very ceiling filled the space inside, creating alleys and crossroads. Of course, boxes, crates, and barrels of various sizes obstructed the view quite a bit but Ast’s party had no doubt this state wouldn’t persist for much longer.

Asterios found the slightly disoriented Svertaniel and patted the demon man on the shoulder.

“This should let us go wild without worrying about getting buried under earth and rubble. Let’s try not to kill them if possible.”

“Can’t make any promises. Any plans?” Svertaniel asked.

“Yeah. A few. It will be mostly us, though. You just try to fit in wherever you can. Let Umbra connect with your mind and we’ll let you know about anything specific we’d need from you.”

Svertaniel nodded and jogged away the moment their opponents ran into the underground warehouse.

~Ugh,~ Umbra groaned in the party's private mental connection.

~You okay?~ Asterios asked, slightly worried that the onyx-skinned elf had done something.

~It’s like a giant choir in there with all fifty members asked to sing different praises at the same time and taking it to heart a bit too seriously. I need to tune him out or I won’t be able to hear anything.~

Asterios shook his head with a wry smile while making a few strokes with his fingers and starting to run too.

“You think hiding in here will be enough to fool u—”

The changeling stopped mid-sentence and hastily kicked her partner in her side, sending the elf crashing into the nearby stack of boxes. Two deep gashes appeared in the ground where the black magician had been standing just a moment ago. No doubt the target would have lost at least one arm.

“You’ve got an invisible bitch, huh. This is starting to get inte—”

And again she was interrupted when multiple black shadows with extremely sharp ends surged from the ground under the director’s feet, aiming to skewer the woman’s calves and thighs. But, she noticed the attack coming thanks to her impressive reaction speed again and jumped towards one of the wooden ledges at the second level of the tall shelves.

“You want to play? Bring it on!” The woman laughed gaudily and returned to the ground with a graceful landing.

The sneak attacks had failed and it was time for a frontal offensive. A fist of cyan color smashed through the barrels by the woman’s side and a demonic hand rushed straight at her.

With a nimble spin, she put her guard up and managed to take the phantom punch onto her forearms joined together to shield her body from the impact. After less than a second, she stopped opposing the fist and let it push her torso backward as she raised her legs to let the force angle her body.

Three whizzes cut through the air where the woman’s neck had been just moments ago and two deep wounds scarred the hardened earth under her raised feet. The sound of someone clicking their tongue reached the woman’s ears from below as she was flung into another stack of equipment.

~She has incredible senses. This will be tough,~ Miria commented through their connection.

~I concur,~ Selene chimed in.

~Let’s try something different then,~ Asterios suggested.

Shortly after, Miria appeared by his side, deactivating the Blur sigil she had been using to keep herself indistinguishable from the surroundings. Hearing the director shattering the wooden crates while digging herself out from under them, he pulled Miria closer and his fingers began racing over her exposed belly.

She did her best to hold back a giggle from escaping her lips as her master’s palm danced over her skin with incredible speed and attentively watched the spot where their opponent had landed. Selene lunged at the woman and a loud impact shook the warehouse, followed by a plethora of thuds. She and Umbra tried their best to keep the changeling at bay.

“Oi! Zariya! I could use some—umph!—help here!” the human-looking changeling shouted at her partner somewhere amidst the sea of wooden containers.

“Can’t! I’m as busy as you are!” the elf replied back with a strained voice.

Svertaniel had engaged the noctis magician shortly after she had been thrown aside by her partner and they were exchanging spells since then. His Void Magic had erased parts of the shelves and walls from existence and the duo could be seen standing amongst many weird-looking holes in the ground, too evenly excavated to come from explosions.

His opponent wielded similar magic and Zariya’s black energy eroded whatever it touched like highly condensed acid, eating away even Damascus Steel at an astounding pace. It didn’t reach the speed of Ast’s sword wrapped in strengthened Aura Flame but wasn’t that far from it.

“Go.” Ast’s calm voice brought Miria back from observing the battlefield. “I’ll help you control it.”

She left a quick peck on his cheek and ran past Asterios to join the fight. And she ran past him again. And again. And again. And again from both sides at the same time.

Asterios watched as a dozen of Mirias passed him and dashed towards the spot where Selene and Umbra were facing against the changeling. A few of them winked at him, giggled, or purred into his ears as they bolted past Asterios. It was such a bizarre sight.

He didn’t dawdle for long and broke into a run too, circling around the battlefield by vaulting over countless boxes while holding his artifact sword ready and having his organs pre-filled with spiritual energy. He couldn’t let his guard down. The moment the woman realized he was behind the girl’s abilities, she would go straight after him.

Selene did her best to throw her spiritually-enhanced punches just the way to avoid accidentally killing the woman but she proved to be a difficult opponent. She kept taking the hits onto her guard like they were nothing, only getting pushed around a bit. Her forearms didn’t look even slightly red. Any other kinds of attacks that occasionally reached her body also didn’t hurt the changeling much.

“I must say… you can pack a punch… girl…” The changeling showed a strained smile while still blocking most attacks. “I like me… a strong woman too…” She winked. “Is that all… you can do… cutie?”

Selene smirked at her and launched a spinning mid-kick that was caught by the woman’s guard too but bore enough force to release a wave of tremors from the impact and caused the changeling to be turned around while groaning in pain.

When she returned her gaze to the fox lady, three spiritual claymores of light blue color hung above them while Selene pointed her right hand to the ceiling with two fingers extended.

“Ah, shit.”

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Selene threw her hand down and the phantom swords fell onto the director without mercy. They slashed and cut while the fox lady directed them like a skillful conductor. The woman could barely keep up with three blades floating around and a few tiny cuts appeared over her skin.

She dodged a stab, spun around her own axis, and grabbed one of the cyan hilts. Still rotating, she used the momentum to swing the stolen weapon and sliced through another one that had been aiming to slice her.

Ducking under the third blade, she hit it with the spiritual pommel of her temporary weapon, causing it to wobble in the air for a fraction of a second. But, that was enough for her to grab the second sword and shove both of them into the ground before Selene would snatch them back, surprised at how easily they sank into the hardened Earth.

The spiritual replicas vanished as she took a deep breath. “Got a name? Mine’s Thesera. Why don’t we get a little bit closer to each other, baby? I know much more about pleasuring a woman than any man ever could. Perks of being both.” She smiled impishly.

Something creaked above them and Miria came raining down at Thesera with her blades extended into longsword’s length.

“Selene would never betray Master!” She slashed at the woman from above.

Thesera stepped away just in time to avoid the attack and two deep cuts bore into the floor before Miria landed by her side.

“Did your master not teach you it’s rude to interrupt othe—woah!”

She hastily jumped back when two more Mirias lunged at her from both sides, barely avoiding her head getting cut off. Making a back walkover, she looked around and had to immediately start dodging again as a crowd of black-haired, dual-wielding panthergirls assaulted her from all sides.

“First invisibility and now clones?! What the hell are you?!” Thesera yelled.

All thirteen Mirias giggled at once and said, “Something you will never become.”

Those words seemed to anger the woman and a disgusted scowl painted her beautiful face for the first time since they had met. She switched from defense into offense and began furiously counterattacking after evading the dozens of swords that constantly slashed at her.

Selene joined in and all fifteen figures began a chaotic dance with death while Umbra and Svertaniel started cooperating against the female noctis. Thesera was clearly at a disadvantage with the fight being one versus fourteen but she somehow managed to dodge most of the cuts and strikes. Only a few of Selene’s punches landed and even less of Miria’s slashes did the same. She kept receiving wounds, though.

One of Thesera’s blows connected with one of Miria’s bodies and her eyes widened. Instead of the sensation of hitting someone, she experienced nothing as her fist soared through the panthergirl, who smirked at her and flickered briefly before phasing through Thesera completely.

“Illusions?!” the furious woman roared. “You dare to mock me?! I’m done playing nice!”

Thesera raised her left foot and the girls noticed it changing in front of their eyes. Instantly, her calf and thigh gained in size and became overly muscular. Selene and the real Miria jumped back in anticipation of what could be coming and Thesera drove her foot into the floor.

The whole warehouse shook with tremors strong enough for many rows of shelves that had somehow still avoided getting damaged to start tilting and falling into each other. Thesera’s kick created a wide crater in the ground and many wooden boxes, barrels, and crates rained down from the sky.

One of them was blown into smithereens in the middle of its fall when Thesera suddenly lunged through it straight at Selene. Her legs now resembled those of an agile wolf while retaining the human-like appearance of furless skin. With her fist drawn to the back as her forearm kept growing in size and changing color into dirt-brown, she flew at the fox lady with a fierce war cry.

Selene’s five tails started twitching and she put up three spiritual barriers before Thesera’s punch reached her. 

The moment the woman’s fist slammed into the first layer with an already impressive force, grey smoke burst out of four pipe-like openings that had formed around her forearm, followed by fierce flames. She suddenly gained power and momentum, shattering through all three barriers in a flash and slamming her knuckles into Selene’s abdomen, sending her flying back through multiple fallen shelves until the fox lady slammed loudly into the chamber’s wall.

“Selene!” Miria shouted somewhere on the side and saw Thesera already heading her way, using her animal-like legs to leap towards her prey like a hungry wolf.

The dozen of fake Miria’s rushed towards the woman but she simply ignored all of them and kept passing through the non-material illusions created by the Promenade of Mirages. The real panthergirl noticed a purple patch of skin around the changeling’s left eye and the lack of both her pupil and iris. A shining violet sclera replaced them instead.

She immediately understood that Thesera could see through the mirages but her opponent had already arrived close enough to boost herself off her legs like they were springs and fly at Miria with a frenzied expression. 

Thesera’s arms started shifting in mid-air and took the shape of long curved blades. Their structure and color gradually changing into white down from her elbows clearly indicated that they were made of her own bones, sharpened into deadly scythes.

The two women clashed and Miria received Thesera’s blows onto her own blades, surprised that the changeling could rival her in strength even though she had been drawing on her bloodline since the start of the fight. 

They slashed at each other, dodging, parrying, and counterattacking, leaving shallow wounds on each other’s bodies. Miria’s enhanced hearing could perceive Thesera’s blows but she didn’t have an easy time keeping up with their intense, erratic flow.

After finally managing to push one of Miria’s shortswords aside with a calculated thrust, Thesera leaned to the back and landed a powerful kick into Miria’s stomach with her skin-covered paw, sending the panthergirl crashing into the nearby wall.

Thesera quickly jumped through the kicked-up dust and stood in front of the kneeling Miria, who was gathering herself up from the created hole. She released a wicked laugh and raised one of her bladed arms at Miria.

“Where’s that cowardly master of yours now, huh? Going to watch how I gut his—ghn?!”

She glanced down. A single-edged blade of purplish color poked out of her stomach as a dark stain slowly increased in size over her black, military-themed uniform. A soft pop occurred behind Thesera’s back, followed by a whizz of pressurized air, and the sound of something crystalic shattering on the side.

“Right here,” Asterios growled into her ear as his figure slowly materialized behind Thesera, gradually appearing through a receding greyish mist. “No one raises their hand at my girls.”

Thesera cried out again when another blade pierced her body from behind, only as wide as two fingers this time, going straight through her left kidney. Sapphire liquid dripped menacingly off its tip. She turned her increasingly pale face towards Asterios but didn’t manage to utter a single word before lifelessly falling forward.

Asterios disregarded the woman’s body and stepped closer to help Miria up.

“You okay?” He asked with a worried smile.

She nuzzled her cheek into his and purred. “Just a bruise. Thank you.”

Asterios nodded and petted her adorable ear. “Let’s go. This is not the end.”

“Actually, I think it is.” Selene’s voice arrived at his ears from behind.

He turned around with Miria in his arms and saw his other companion walking towards them with her iconic soft smile, looking great even with quite a few bruises on her fair skin.

“What do you mean?” Asterios asked, raising a brow at her.

“It seems that Thesera’s kick sent my body flying straight into her companion, knocking her out cold as the two of us slammed into the wall on the opposite side of this chamber, with the elf woman unintentionally serving as my cushion. She was still encased in stone back there when I left.”

Silence fell between the trio for a brief moment.

“Pffffffftttttt, hahahaha!” At least until Miria exploded into a lively laugh. “That’s so anticlimactic! Hahahaha!”

Asterios shook his head with a wry smile. “What are the chances of that…”

“Ask Svertaniel if you don’t believe it, my Lord. He was even more shocked than you.”

“I confirm,” the demon man joined in after reaching their spot. “Good that I wasn’t throwing any spells at her at that time. It doesn’t change the fact that my heart almost stopped at that moment. I’m not sure if you are aware, but duels between magicians are quite tense.”

“I know. Trust me.” Asterios nodded.

“I bound her for now. There’s no chance she can free herself. Unless she wants to experience some horrible things. What about the changeling? Is she dead?”

“No. We need to stop the bleeding but she has a strong body. She won’t be able to do anything either. I dosed her with the strongest poison I have stored in my bracer. But, considering that she’s a changeling, which means she’s damn tough, we shouldn’t take it for granted and waste too much time.”

“Agreed. Let’s send these two to the patriarch before continuing down here.”

 

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