Chapter 750: The two mysterious Women
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The chaos among the Devotees was complete. For a few precious seconds, they were shocked; never did they expect the statue of the goddess to side with the humans!
Dorran did not lose the chance. He pushed his pet forward, the huge shark smashing into the scattering lines, its strong tail throwing Devotees aside. Its mouth clamped down on a serpent mount, shaking it violently until the water turned dark with blood.
Nox rushed at the High Priestess, breathing freely thanks to the strange effects of the statue. This was the time to crush the enemy completely. He lifted a hand, ice coating his fist, preparing to land a final, decisive blow on their leader.
But the High Priestess recovered faster than he expected. The pain in her eyes twisted into pure fury. As Nox lunged, she did not retreat. Instead, she slammed the butt of her black trident into the sea floor and let out a piercing scream that was more power than sound.
A crushing shockwave exploded out of her body—a wave of pure water force. It struck Nox and Dorran like a solid wall.
WHUMP!
The impact was immense. Nox’s new water-breathing ability did not shield him from the sheer physical force. He was thrown back, rolling over and over through the water, the orb nearly slipping from his grasp.
As for Dorran, he was tossed from his shark’s back, the beast itself sent spinning with a pained flick of its tail. Both rider and mount slid across the sandy bottom, stopping many feet from the statue.
Before they could recover, the High Priestess pulled out a shell horn made from the same dark coral as her armor. She raised it to her lips and blew.
Vrooooooom!
The sound was unlike anything Nox had ever heard. A low, mournful, yet powerful call that seemed to shake the very depth of the sea. It wasn’t a sound moving through the water—it was the water itself.
And the sea answered.
From the temple ruins, from cracks in the ocean floor and the dense fields of kelp, more Sea Devotees emerged. Not tens, but hundreds. Two hundred, three hundred, maybe even four hundred!
Gulp! Dorran swallowed nervously at the sight, cursing Nox in his heart for their current predicament.
The Devotees appeared mounted on serpent-like beasts, their coral armor a wall of jagged points, their glowing red eyes filled with hatred. They swarmed around the ruins, encircling the two intruders. The survivors from the first skirmish regained their nerve and reformed ranks.
Now the two humans were completely surrounded.
"Damn," Dorran muttered, climbing back onto his shark, his face pale. "We’re dead. We are so dead."
Nox ground his teeth, his thoughts racing. He could try to fight, but against this many it would only be a short, bloody last stand. He could attempt to use the Heart again, but the Priestess was ready for it now.
The High Priestess leveled her trident at them and shouted, "The Goddess may have been tricked by your lies, defiler, but the loyal remain! You will be torn apart! Your blood will—"
Her threat was cut short.
A new glow appeared in the water—not the maddened red of the Devotees, nor the holy blue of the statue. This light was gentle, calm, and silver.
Moments later, two straight lines of brilliance cut through the sea, tearing open rifts in the world itself.
Every eye turned toward the phenomenon, confusion and wariness gripping the onlookers.
Then, from each tear, a woman stepped forth.
They were breathtakingly beautiful, but in an utterly foreign way. Their skin shimmered with a pearl-like glow, their hair flowing around them as though alive. Their eyes shone like twin sapphires, radiant and otherworldly.
They wore flowing garments that seemed woven from moonlight and kelp, faintly translucent, revealing glimpses of flawless skin. They carried no weapons, yet the force radiating from them was unmistakable.
The entire Devotee army froze, their focus torn away from the intruders. The High Priestess’s anger faded, replaced by something colder—hatred.
She spoke, her voice trembling with venom, but Nox and Dorran couldn’t understand the words.
The two sea women ignored her entirely. Their gazes shifted from the army to each other, and one gave a barely perceptible nod.
What followed was not a battle—it was a massacre.
The women moved, their forms flickering. They did not swim; they glided as though walking through air.
One raised a hand, and the water ahead hardened into a wall of ice, smashing into Devotees and their mounts before shattering. The other flicked her wrist, and invisible blades sliced through coral armor and flesh alike, cutting down dozens in seconds.
They swept through the ranks like a storm. No war cries, no wasted motion—only efficiency. The water itself became their weapon: whirls that dragged Devotees into crushing depths, sudden bursts of pressure that ruptured bodies, currents honed into blades that struck unseen.
The Devotees fought back, unleashing torrents of hardened water, striking with tridents, sending their serpents lunging.
It was useless. Every attack dissolved harmlessly against the spinning shields of water that surrounded the women. The serpents were shredded by whirlpools, their bodies twisting apart.
The High Priestess screamed orders, trying desperately to rally her forces, but it was futile. Panic hollowed her eyes as she realized the truth.
Within minutes, the hundreds-strong force was reduced to a shattered, bleeding crowd. Most fled in terror, scattering into the abyss. The High Priestess lingered only long enough to cast one last, burning glare at the women—and then at Nox—before fleeing with the remnants of her army.
Nox expected the women to give chase, but they remained motionless, watching silently as the enemies vanished into darkness.
As suddenly as it had begun, the slaughter was over. The two figures floated serenely where an army had once stood. Not a drop of blood stained their moonlit garments.
Their expressions were calm, almost serene, and the water around them shimmered in a faint haze.
Slowly, they turned their gaze to Nox and Dorran.