In an instant, the familiar blood moon once again hung in the sky, and the once-lush flower sea was once more drowned in crimson blood.
"That's impossible!"
Spur exclaimed in shock.From his experience, once a mental world was shattered, it would take at least decades to recover. How could Hel's world be restored in the blink of an eye?
Even if the Healing Witch were dragged here and worked herself to the point of vomiting blood while abusing her Authority, it still wouldn't be this fast.
This wasn't magical at all.
Of course, Spur had no way of knowing that Hel was a "cheat-enabled" player.
Hel, meanwhile, paid no attention to his shock. She raised her staff, and two magic circles unfolded beneath her feet.
Two knights clad in aurichalcum armor stepped out.
Judging by their short, bulky builds, they were clearly not human.
That's right—these were the two orc Saints Hel had once instantly slain.
Though utterly powerless before Hel, they were still genuine Saint-tier existences of the Death lineage.
Their mental worlds had been cultivated by themselves, step by step.
And mental worlds possessed a hidden effect: Mental worlds of the same attribute could be fused.
Thus, the moment the two orc death knights appeared, two pitch-black mental worlds spread beneath their feet.
In an instant, a terrifying surge of deathly aura shot into the sky. The Death world, previously suppressed by the Life world, erupted with explosive force and began pushing back at terrifying speed.
Within moments, the territories of both worlds became evenly matched.
Then, within the Death world, massive rotting wolves clawed their way out of the ground.
They raised their heads toward the blood moon, which constantly dripped with blood, and howled to the heavens.
Their howls startled flocks of blood-eyed crows in the distance, which took flight in dark swarms.
Following the crows' path, enormous crosses slowly rose from the ground, and colossal skeletal beasts burst forth after them.
Then, as the earth shook violently, a towering ancient dragon slowly rose from beneath the ground.
The dragon let out a deafening roar, unleashing an overwhelming dragon's might that crushed everything around it.
All undead creatures within its domain trembled and prostrated themselves, as if welcoming their king.
Yet beside the skeletal throne atop the dragon's head sat a small, delicate figure.
At this moment, she looked down upon Spur, who stood on the Thorn of Agony—just as he had once looked down on her.
Hel raised her staff and pointed it toward him, speaking coldly:
"The tables have turned.
Through that brief exchange, I've already confirmed that the Authority you wield is the Authority of Flowers.
I have to say—being able to push such a low-offense Authority to this level makes you quite talented."
While taunting him, Hel secretly drew a magic formation beneath her feet.
Using the brief moment created by the sudden restoration of her mental world—and her own speech—a supreme-tier spell had already been completed.
"Heh. I really did underestimate you, you little ant."
Spur sneered and raised his staff once more.
"But an ant is still an ant.
Even if you control a few Saint-tier undead, you can't bring out their former strength.
What right do you have to challenge my millennium-old world with power that doesn't belong to you?"
As he spoke, Spur prepared to draw upon his mental world again to cast another supreme spell.
But Hel was far faster.
A massive black magic circle blossomed beneath her feet in the blink of an eye.
Countless streams of death energy surged toward the formation.
The sheer volume of magic stirred violent winds around her, causing her long dress to whip loudly in the storm.
Her silver hair flew wildly in the gale.
Then Hel raised her staff and pointed it toward Spur, a cold smile forming on her lips.
[Supreme Death Magic: Descent of the Yellow Springs.]
Instantly, countless strands of death energy shot into the sky as a black beam of light.
A massive dark cloud appeared in the heavens of the mental world.
At first, it hovered high above, accompanying the blood moon.
But soon, the heavy cloud descended like a colossal curtain.
Purple-black lightning tore through the sky like blades, thunder roaring as if the heavens themselves were collapsing.
Boom—!
A deafening thunderclap exploded as a massive rift tore open in the center of the cloud.
Within the wound, layers of blood-red flesh walls overlapped one another.
At the deepest point, a gigantic crimson eye gazed coldly upon the world below, like a god inspecting mortal existence.
Every time the eye moved, streams of blood flowed down the fleshy walls.
In an instant, massive pillars of blood poured from the sky, like a heavenly river flooding the world.
Within moments, the once-lush flower sea and the terrifying Life world filled with vine giants were completely submerged.
The endless fields of flowers became a sea of red, with only a few vine giants still struggling within the blood.
But this was no ordinary blood.
It contained fragments of the Laws of the Yellow Springs—death-guiding waters that led all things toward extinction.
Any lifeform that touched it was corroded by the death energy within, its vitality rapidly draining away.
Such a spell required an extremely high concentration of death energy.
Even in Hel's own mental world, the Yellow Springs water only formed a shallow layer.
Yet under the spell Descent of the Yellow Springs, Spur's mental world was completely flooded.
Soil, flowers, and towering vine beasts withered and decayed under the erosion of the Yellow Springs, sinking into the blood sea.
Before long, only the central Thorn of Agony remained, barely holding on under Spur's protection.
Then, in the next instant, countless blood-red arms stretched out from beneath the Yellow Springs water.
They latched onto the Thorn of Agony and began tearing it apart violently.