Am I a Healer? You'd Better Think So!-Chapter 20: Special Weapon

Going back a minute in the past...

The two clashed—it was like a white sun being pierced by a celestial yellow blade.

The power of a three-ring Spiritual Guardian was several times greater than hers. The strike hit her body with precision and coldness. All of her white scales shattered instantly, and blood flowed.

It was just a preliminary attack, using 20% of his power.

But... he had only cut her superficially. She endured it. And he realized that even if he had used 100% of his strength, she would have been severely wounded—but not dead.

That actually surprised him. But now, it would all be over.

His other hand moved with the dagger, and the small blade gleamed in multiple colors. It wasn't power coming from him—it was the laws of that universe bending reality in his favor because of his blessing.

At the same time, all the white power that had fused with Niara faded.

'This...'

Darian felt something suffocating. It wasn't an external force, nor an enemy attack.

It came from her.

A terrible, insatiable hunger.

He knew this feeling.

Hunger for power.

Darian's eyes flashed. There was no time to hesitate, no time to think. His instinct took over, pulling everything he had inside him outward. All the accumulated black power surged forth.

A single thought shot through the connection, hitting her like thunder:

'Devour.'

The moment the words were spoken, her white eyes changed. Their natural glow vanished, replaced by an endless, dark abyss.

Something inside Niara shattered.

An uncontrollable thrill took hold of her—a voracious, primal urge. But she didn't want to resist. She couldn't. His words weren't a request. They were a command she wanted to follow at any cost.

Everything inside her screamed for battle, for destruction, for devouring the world around her.

This change happened in an instant.

The Spiritual Guardian had already activated his blessing. His dagger shimmered, ready for the final strike, just inches from its target.

That's when his eyes met hers.

His soul trembled.

His body plunged into something thick, suffocating, like he was being swallowed by an ocean of black sludge. His muscles, his Qi, even his divine blessing—the one that could distort reality itself—everything was affected.

His movements, once as fast as lightning, dragged like he was trapped in a nightmare.

And then, he saw.

The Dragoness's body changed once again.

Before, her amber eyes and the green scales covering her body had turned white as pure light. But now...

Now, they were pitch black.

The only thing left untouched was her hair—a deep blue, like a cloudless sky. A beautiful contrast... and a terrifying one.

The Spiritual Guardian couldn't look away. Staring at her felt like gazing at something that shouldn't exist.

In the past, he had seen the Lord Risen he followed battle another Lord Risen with all his power... but... not even that came close to the crushing pressure he felt now.

Niara looked at him.

And saw him moving in slow motion.

The excitement burning inside her reached its peak.

She roared.

A draconic roar that tore through the world.

And lunged.

As soon as the roar echoed through the Abyssal Nest, all the Summoners with dragon blood fell to their knees. Their bloodlines were completely suppressed by a divine and superior force.

Luckily, no one knew, but the Risen also felt immense danger. Their instincts screamed for them to run and flee, so they didn't attack.

However, that fear came long before the roar. It was when the white sun appeared. The presence of that transformation was as overwhelming to the Risen as the roar was to those with dragon blood.

Back at the present...

"Hehehehe..."

A playful laugh echoed through the skies.

"NO! NO! AAAAAH!"

A scream of pure despair and agony followed.

In the skies, a black and demonic Dragoness hovered, her wings spread like a dark cloak.

Her claw was extended, inside the chest of that white-winged Summoner. She held his heart, which pulsed one last time.

She smiled.

And squeezed her hand.

*Squelch!*

He exploded. A crimson torrent rained from the sky, showering the battlefield.

As for his Spiritual Guardian... he had ceased to exist seconds ago.

And then... her body stiffened.

For a moment, her eyes lost the glow of euphoria. The strength left her wings.

And she fell.

Her black body plummeted from the sky like a meteor.

*BOOM!*

The impact sent dust flying in a thick cloud. When the fog of particles dispersed, a figure was revealed on the ground.

She was lying on her back, completely stripped of scales.

Her body was covered in a layer of fresh blood, all her pores seemed to be spilling blood nonstop.

Her eyes were wide open, her breathing erratic. Each movement seemed like a spasm, as if she were taking her last breaths.

'Damn it. Quick! Quick!'

Darian acted almost in desperation.

Black lines slithered through the air, converging towards him.

He devoured all the karma from the two Spiritual Guardians and Summoners. It didn't disappear immediately, even if the body vanished. It was as if the laws of the world were holding onto that energy, ready to give it to him in exchange for his work.

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He absorbed as much energy as possible. At the same time, he channeled his healing power.

He felt her blood flow slow down. The leaking stopped. The trembling body began to stabilize.

He let out a heavy sigh of relief—but the very next instant, something different hit him.

A soft, warm sensation surrounded him from two different sides.

"Whoa!"

He quickly tried to move out of the place left by her. Now, there were no more scales protecting him.

But before he could leave, a soft hand firmly held him in place.

A heavy sound of breathing echoed.

And then, slowly, she rose.

"I'm fine..."

She murmured, sitting on the ground and breathing deeply, then her tired gaze focused on him.

"No... it's not over... let's..."

Darian watched her struggle to get up. Indeed, it wasn't over. They had only survived.

But she... saying she was weak and drained was an understatement. Her bloodline had been burned to its maximum. It would take months of rest before she could use her full power again—and that wasn't something the white power could heal.

She couldn't even dream of fighting again... But from the start, they had never been able to face the enemies here. So, in the end, it didn't make much difference.

Only then did Darian remember his current physical location, feeling something very strange as she walked and he moved through that place.

"..."

But he could clearly feel that she wouldn't let him leave. This place was easy for her to protect him, and her will was completely focused on that, transcending her own limits.

He could only take a deep breath, trying to ignore his situation with all his might.

'Okay, it'll take a few minutes for the battle up ahead to end. We have to get back now and take advantage of the end, when both sides are at their limits.'

She nodded and moved, ignoring the extreme fatigue and running much slower than usual.

As she moved, Darian thought inwardly, astonished. 'What the hell happened...? She absorbed the white and black power with her bloodline...'

He was a Spiritual Guardian, summoned as a weapon to fight against the Risen of this universe. But, in reality, it was Niara who seemed to be his special weapon. 'Well, since the beginning, common logic hasn't worked for me... Let's see where this goes.'

There was nothing left to do but accept it and make the most of it, after all.