Chapter 75: Vina Vs Teemah

Chapter 75: Vina Vs TeemahField of Battle – Midnight Clash

The moon hung high, casting its pale glow on the cracked earth of the campus field, now scarred from the force of two clashing demons. Smoke curled from the craters beneath Teemah’s boots, her silhouette sharp and imposing against the broken landscape. Her crimson eyes shimmered in the dark, locked on Vina, who crouched low across from her, her shadow blade humming with energy, fangs bared, blood dripping from her arm.

Vina’s breathing was heavy, but her stance didn’t falter. Her black hair clung to her cheeks, wet with sweat and the edge of a wound above her brow. Her violet eyes flickered with defiance.

"I didn’t come here to fight a brat," Teemah said, cracking her neck. "But damn, you’re making this fun."

Vina didn’t answer. Instead, she flicked her blade upward, and dark mist began to swirl around her like a living storm. With a growl, she vanished in a blink.

BOOM!

She reappeared above Teemah, slashing downward. Teemah barely dodged, the blade grazing her cheek, blood splashing across the dirt.

"Heh." Teemah touched her face. "Cute."

She stepped back, one foot sliding across the dirt, and raised a hand. Her nails gleamed red like stained glass.

"Spell: Crimson Javelin."

A spear of blood-formed energy crackled into existence and launched forward at terrifying speed. Vina twisted mid-air, the javelin slicing her side as she landed in a roll, blood trailing behind her.



Still, she didn’t stop.

She lunged forward again, her feet skimming the dirt, her blade roaring with dark energy. Her strikes were wild but precise, each swing aiming for Teemah’s throat, her ribs, her eyes.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Teemah blocked most of the blows with swift parries, her own claws glinting like blades. But Vina’s strikes weren’t slowing down. She was fast—blinding fast—and her aura was beginning to twist the shadows around them.

Teemah clicked her tongue. "Fine."

She flared her wings and launched herself backward, gaining distance.

"Spell: Halo Pyra."

A circle of flaming rings spun into the air around her like floating chakrams, each glowing with demonic energy. With a flick of her wrist, they fired one by one at Vina.

Vina skidded sideways, using the shadow mist to blur her movement. One ring grazed her arm, another exploded behind her, launching her forward. She turned the momentum into an upper slash, barely missing Teemah’s chin.

"You’re holding back," Vina growled. "Why?"

Teemah smirked. "Because I don’t need to go all out to beat you."

The words hit like a slap.

Vina snarled and lunged again, shadows erupting from her back like wings. Her blade shimmered as she yelled:

"Shadow Art: Death Trail!"

She slashed the air, and from the cut, five phantom blades shot forward like wolves unleashed.

Teemah ducked, spun, and leapt backward—but one of the phantom blades caught her thigh.

"Hmph," she muttered, glancing down at the blood. "Okay then."

She touched the wound and whispered something under her breath.

"Spell: Black Thread – Restrain."

From her palm, thin black threads shot out like spider silk. They wrapped around Vina’s legs, mid-movement, slamming her into the ground hard enough to crater the dirt.

Before Vina could get up, Teemah appeared over her like a shadow descending.

"Spell: Night Lash."

A whip of flame and shadow erupted from her hand, cracking down on Vina’s back. Vina screamed, biting down to keep herself from crying out again. The ground shook beneath her.

Rey flinched where he stood.

"Stop!" he shouted, finally rushing forward.

"Stay there, boy," Teemah warned.

But he didn’t listen.



He darted toward them, trying to get to his sister.

Teemah didn’t even look. With one swift motion, she backhanded him with a wave of energy.

CRACK.

Rey was flung across the field like a doll, crashing into a tree with a brutal crunch. He groaned, clutching his ribs, blood dripping from his mouth.

"No..." Vina wheezed, trying to push herself up.

Teemah landed beside her, placing a boot on her back and pinning her down.

"You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that," she said, panting lightly now. "But you’re still just a pup playing soldier."

Vina coughed, blood spilling from her lips, but she kept pushing, even as Teemah’s weight pressed down on her spine.

"You... won’t take him," she rasped. "I won’t let you..."

"Then stop me," Teemah dared.

Vina let out a primal growl and shoved upward, sending Teemah stumbling off balance for just a second.

She rolled to her knees, her whole body trembling. Her hands dug into the ground. Her blade was gone. Her shadow was fading.

But her eyes burned.

"Rey..." she whispered.

Her brother was crawling toward her, one arm useless, his face covered in dirt and blood.

"I... I won’t leave you..."

"You have to," she whispered, more urgently now.

He shook his head. "No. We go together—"

"REY!" she screamed, her voice cutting through the chaos like a whip. "GO!"

That one word—sharp, commanding, broken—froze him.

She had never yelled at him like that.

Ever.

For a second, he didn’t move.

Then she looked at him, really looked at him—with the authority of an older sister, a protector, a wolf willing to take the pain for the pack.

Tears welled in his eyes.

"...I’m sorry," he whispered.

Then he dissolved into shadow—one final escape.



Teemah didn’t chase.

She just sighed and lowered her hand.

"Guess you’re more than enough," she muttered.

Vina’s body slumped. Her knees hit the ground. Blood seeped from her wounds like ink into parchment.

Teemah walked up to her slowly, crouched, and brushed her fingers under Vina’s chin, lifting her face just a bit.

"You’re lucky he left," she said. "Because if he hadn’t... this would’ve been much worse."

Vina tried to spit at her, but she didn’t have the strength.

All she could do was glare.

Teemah laughed and stood up.

"You’ll live. I want you to remember this. Next time you get cocky, remember what it felt like to lose."

Then with one final glance toward the direction Rey had gone, she turned away.

And the battlefield fell quiet again, except for Vina’s ragged breaths and the soft rustle of the night wind.