Chapter 89: [Bonus chapter] The Fall of New York (7)

Another few pillars appeared beside me, but I instantly froze them and caused them to collapse into tiny shards. 

As we both stared at each other, the remaining girls around us took a few steps back. 

They weren't in fear, but it was to find the right moment to link our attacks together… 

Though that might be hard because I don't have much rage and neither does Mia. 

"Hey… Where'd you learn to use those runes?" I ask as our eyes seemingly stared down at each other. 

"Shut the hell up… Monster," 

I smirk at his remark and chug down two mana potions that made me feel a bit nauseous do their disgusting texture and very bland taste. 

The Write head couldn't make a move as if he targeted me just then; the other girls would've been able to land a hit, proving his brains easily. 

"What's your name?" He asks while tying his long hair into a tight man bun. 

"Amana," 

"Amana? I think I've heard that name before," 

The Write head tightly wrapped the hair tie around the bun before cracking his knuckles and neck. 

And at the same time, he didn't even dare to remove his eyes from mine. It was like a staring contest where both contestants had to look down on each other as if they were much stronger… when the hierarchy had basically been established. 

"Oh? Do you mean when you fire my mother from her job? Forcing us into the slums, needing to scrape together coins just to have food on the table… No, you couldn't even consider what we ate food," I mutter, the rage that had been fermenting in the back of my mind slowly crawling its way out like a beast trapped in a cave. 

"What the hell are you talking about?" The Write head replied, causing a blast of icy aura to explode from my body, but a solid block of stone intercepted it. 

Once it shattered into tiny pieces, I noticed the Write heads expression didn't even waver in the slightest. 

SHING 

Charna made the first move as she pulled out her katana that just bȧrėly missed the Write head's neck. 

She clicked her tongue before being punched in the stomach by a fist wrapped in rocks. 

A slight headache washed through my brain like a wave before completely disappearing as soon as Charna stood up. 

'Did anyone else feel that?' Mia asks. 

'Yes,' Ethel replies bluntly. 

We share pain… I forgot… 

'I'm dizzy as hell… But I can still continue,' Charna says through the hivemind, but in reality, she was struggling to stand. 

'Anger… Think of what makes you the maddest. What fills you with rage….' 

'Focus,' 

'Focus,' 

'Focus,' 

'Focus,' 

'Focus,' 

'Focus,' 

'Focus,' 

'Focus,' 

'Focus,' 

'Focus,' 

'Focus,' 

Our eyes grew cold, and my consciousness wavered for a bit. 

My body reacted almost instinctively as a wall of the earth came from below me, causing the wall to shatter into tiny fragments of ice. 

My hair had turned a fiery red, and a flood of ideas entered my mind. 

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A spear made from blue fire twirled in my hand, and without hesitation, I threw it at the Write head while creating another with my left hand. 

'More,' 

I continued this until I blinked again. 

My hair is pitch black, and two long daggers made from a gray metal were held tightly in the palms of my hand. 

I was in the air, daggers ċȯċked behind me, so I swung down with new information flooding into my mind. 

My attack was blocked by a giant wall of rock that I easily sliced in half, but as stone spikes were coming from below me, I entered the shadow made by the crumbling wall. 

I reappeared on the other side of the Write head and just managed to graze his beautiful and tightly packed man bun. 

'More,' 

My hair was a dark blue, and I stood behind Nuala, who created pillars of water that Electra stepped on to allow her to get a hit in. 

She kept missing, but her attacks created openings for others, such as Nell, who cut her wrists, allowing for blood to flow out and harden it into massive spears larger than her entire body. 

She then threw it at the Write head, managing to cut his shoulder a bit since he redirected it with a black stone floating around him. 

My light and dark knights, though, were holding off any of the surrounding monsters as they'd just get in the way with their large 10 feet tall bodies and 8 feet long swords. 

'More,' 

I blinked once again after fully observing the area. 

When I reopened my eyes, I noticed my hair had turned a completely light blue, and my towering height of 6 feet told me that I was Ethel. 

My hands waved in the air like a dancer, and new information flooded my brain. 

I jumped atop one of the water pillars Nuala or whoever was inside Nuala was making and then formed a large wave of water behind me. 

The wave of water behind me produced thousands of tiny needles that sliced through the air towards the Write head, who could only block half of them with his black rocks as his attention was elsewhere. 

The rest pierced his clothing, causing him to limp in pain for half a second, allowing Mia's spears of blue fire to creep through the opening, blasting him in the face…. But we didn't stop. 

'More,' 

I blinked. 

A green and red salamander surrounded me, slaughtering every monster in my path, but I didn't receive any XP… 

This cycle continued for a while until the Write head seemingly ran out of mana, dropping to his knees, his body littered with cuts and bruises but no life-threatening injuries. 

Eventually, our concentration was so high that I was stuck in Charna's body, but upon seeing our enemy drop to the ground, we all lost focus, causing us to snap out of it. 

"*gasp* *gasp* *gasp* HUFF HUFF HUFF… HUFF HUFF HUFF…" 

I reappeared in my body, gasping for air, but as soon as I got just enough oxygen flowing through my body, I was kicked in the ċhėst. 

An earth-shattering pain collapsed my ribs into my body, and I was sent flying across the pavement. 

When my blurry vision began to return to normal, I noticed the monsters from before, running in fear of something, but none of our summons were here… which could only mean one thing. 

"Shit," I mutter before slowly adjusting my gaze to where the Write head used to be. 

It wasn't a man anymore… It was a sizeable mech-like suit made entirely from stone.

The suit was about 15 feet in height and at least 10 feet wide… bulky and seemingly impenetrable. 

On the other hand, the man inside still seemed exhausted, but he forced his body to move, causing the stone limbs surrounding him to move with him. 

My regeneration allowed me to recover from the impact mostly, but the pain from my ribs collapsing wasn't nice. 

'Hey… Is this the end?' I heard somebody's voice in my head but couldn't discern it due to the roaring monsters trying to escape.

Nobody replied, and I could see some of the girls about to cry. 

The necklaces on our neck had cracked in half. 

We could still fix it, but escaping right now was impossible… Not that we'd get to fix it anyway if we're dead. 

VWOOM 

A sharp beam of light suddenly destroyed one of the mech's legs.

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