Liberation of The Slaves

Chapter 132 – Dungeon Outbreak (Part 3)

– Selena’s POV –

Darling is truly remarkable.

Even after enduring so many wounds that never fully fade, he still places the safety of those he loves above himself. I can feel his hesitation. His distrust runs deep, carved there by betrayals. And yet, he hands over control of his own body to Aza without resistance, all for my sake.

That alone makes my chest tighten.

“It’s alright now, Len. You have the freedom to unleash your power however you see fit. I’m here to back you up.”

The voice that leaves his lips is calm, dignified, and absolute. It does not sound like the man I tease and cling to every day. When I look into his eyes, the familiar blue and red are now intertwined with a vivid golden glow, shimmering beneath the moonlight.

Aza has taken full control.

Above us, the moon hangs high and luminous, like a silent guardian watching over the battlefield. Its pale light spills through the forest canopy, bathing the sea of leaves below in silver. The air is heavy with pressure and hostility as we hover mid-air, surrounded on all sides by a massive pack of wolves.

Their eyes burn with feral intent.

“Aoooooo!”

The leaders lift their heads and howl in unison. The sound ripples through the forest like a death knell, and in response, the Moonhowlers and Bloodmoon Beasts surge forward all at once.

A violent gust of wind erupts beneath us, throwing our bodies upward in a sharp arc. Claws slash through empty space where we had been only a heartbeat ago. Aza’s control over the wind is flawless, precise down to the smallest adjustment.

“Astral Pyreweaving.”

I cloak myself in a mantle of heavenfire, white flames coiling around my body like a living armor. My magic surges, my senses sharpen, and my strength steadies.

The wind platform beneath our feet splits cleanly into two, drifting apart as if guided by invisible strings. Aza never even glances at it.

A sphere of dark energy screams past, grazing the air where my head had been moments before.

“Scorchbrand Pyromancy.”

I kick off the platform and dash forward, Auranthiel blazing with dense celestial flame mana. My target is clear. The wolf’s daughter.

Before I can reach her, two Moonhowlers throw themselves in front of her, forming a living shield. At the same time, two Bloodmoon Beasts slip to my flanks, their maws glowing as they hurl compressed darkness toward me.

I twist my body mid-air, narrowly slipping between the attacks, then leap upward, using the recoil to close the distance from above. Black flames suddenly lace themselves around my blade, writhing and alive, merging with the pure white fire already there.

Aza’s chaos energy.

The wolf’s daughter’s pupils shrink in fear.

“You’ll pay the price for threatening my darling!”

I swing for her neck without hesitation.

She barely avoids a fatal strike, jerking her head aside at the last instant. Even so, the edge of Auranthiel tears across her shoulder, searing flesh and fur alike. Black flames cling to the wound, gnawing at her strength from within.

The wind platform shifts beneath me again, responding before I even finish the thought. This is my first time fighting in the air, yet every foothold appears exactly where I need it. No delay. No misstep.

“Pyrolume Swordcraft First Form: Ignition Blitz.”

I explode upward in a burst of flame and speed, my blade cutting through one Moonhowler before it can even react. Its body separates mid-motion, momentum carrying the lifeless halves apart.

As I glance down, the forest floor feels impossibly distant.

For a split second, fear grips my heart. Memories of falling, of helplessness, flash through my mind. My body stiffens.

But before panic can take hold, a soft current of wind wraps around me. My descent slows until another platform forms beneath my boots, steady and reassuring.

I turn to look at Aza, wanting to thank her, but what I see makes my breath catch.

Twenty-one wolves have surrounded her.

They attack from every direction, claws and fangs and magic weaving into a relentless storm. And yet, she dances through it all. She vanishes and reappears in flashes of light, teleporting with effortless precision. Whenever a wolf gets too close to me, a lance of heavenfire shoots out and forces it back. When dark magic is hurled in my direction, Aza intercepts it every single time, erasing it before it can reach me.

Then she notices my gaze.

She flashes me a peace sign and grins, playful and utterly unfazed, before blinking out of sight again.

“Haha. It seems she is not normal either.”

I can’t help but laugh as I twist away from another projectile.

Despite facing enemies far stronger than herself, Aza not only avoids their attacks but completely controls the battlefield. She protects me, sustains both wind platforms, and even reinforces my sword with chaos energy.

And she still has time to joke.

Even with all my experience, I could never pull off something like that against so many high-tier enemies. Her Parallel Thinking is operating at its absolute limit, and she makes it look easy.

My eyes shift to the wolf leaders.

They remain still, watching from a distance. They are trying to exhaust me before stepping in themselves.

I won’t play along.

I dash toward a Bloodmoon Beast and swing, but it slips away at the last second. I follow through, pressing the attack, herding two Bloodmoon Beasts and a Moonhowler together.

Exactly where I want them, in front of the wolf’s daughter.

<”Luna. Noir. Get ready.”>

Pom! Pii!

I channel heavenfire mana and aura into the tip of Auranthiel.

“Daybreak Emanation!”

A blinding torrent of light erupts forward.

The Bloodmoon Beasts sense the danger and dodge on instinct. The Moonhowler does not. The beam pierces straight through it, erasing its presence without even leaving a wound.

The wolf’s daughter, blindsided by the Bloodmoon Beasts and the Moonhowler, reacts too late. The chaos energy within her body drags at her movements, dulling her reflexes.

“Grr!” {“Watch out sister!”}

“Grrr!” {“Brother!”}

Her brother lunges and shoves her aside, and the light swallows him whole.

When the glow fades, two bodies fall from the sky. The Moonhowler and the wolf’s son crash into the forest below, lifeless and unmarked.

Daybreak Emanation is my original skill. By fusing aura and mana, its output doubles my magic power, and its speed rivals light itself. It even heals allies caught within its path. The cost, however, is high.

<”Haha. That was so close. Thank you, Luna. Noir. And everyone else too.”>

Pom! Pii!

The skill drains more than my remaining reserves. As long as it is active, I must continuously absorb mana and convert it into aura at a terrifying rate. Attempting this alone would make me collapse instantly.

Thankfully, Luna and Noir assist me, sharing the burden and stabilizing the flow.

Pom… Pii…

I can feel them reaching their limits.

<”That’s enough. You can rest now. I’ll handle the rest.”>

Their presence softens, withdrawing to recover. I continue absorbing mana on my own, slower now, but steady.

Angry growls shake the air.

“Grrr!” {“How dare you! You attacked me twice even though I was not participating!”}

“Grrr!” {“You fight without pride. Dirty and cowardly.”}

Both the daughter and the father glare at me, fury burning in their eyes.

I raise my sword and meet their hatred head-on.

“I don’t want to hear that from the ones who ordered ten thousand wolves to hunt us when we had no intention of fighting.”

And besides, my past life taught me something very important.

“Killing the leaders is always the best way to end a war.”

“Grrr!” {“We stayed silent until now, but no more.”}

I level Auranthiel at them, flames flickering calmly along its edge.

“Come.”