Chapter : 655

A massive, invisible force slammed downward. The gravitational pull in that specific section of the ballroom multiplied instantly. The air rippled and distorted.

The twenty infected puppets suddenly stopped running. The immense pressure hit their shoulders. They collapsed onto the marble floor. The marble cracked wildly underneath them. The puppets could not lift their arms. They could not move their legs. The gravity crushed them flat against the ground.

"This is effortless," Hera smiled a cruel, victorious smile. "They look like squashed bugs. Zaima, please clean up the debris. I do not want to step on them."

Zaima stepped out from behind the Princess. The scowling servant wore her spotless white and gold uniform. She raised her hands. Glowing white triangular barriers snapped into place around the crushed puppets. The barriers squeezed tightly. The magic crushed the puppets .

Ken watched Princess Hera from under the table. He picked up another cheese cube. He tossed it into his mouth.

"That is a very cool magic trick," Ken analyzed lazily. He crossed his ankles. "She is using a massive gravitational push. It is like that one anime villain with the bright orange hair and the facial piercings. He always destroyed entire villages with a single push. She definitely watched that show. I respect her excellent taste in animation."

Sayma stood near Princess Iris. The intelligent Vice-Captain pushed her thick glasses up the bridge of her nose. She clicked her pen rapidly. She recorded the tactical data in her neat notebook.

"The 2nd Princess possesses immense spatial control," Sayma noted politely. "She neutralizes multiple targets without expending excess physical energy. Her efficiency is mathematically astounding."

Laxmi bounced on her toes. The fire user wore a bright orange dress. She punched her open palm. Bright orange flames popped around her fingers. She grinned a wild, excited grin.

"I want a turn!" Laxmi cheered loudly. "They are stealing all the bad guys! I want to roast someone!"

Zinia placed a firm hand on Laxmi's shoulder. The strong earth mage wore a dark green suit. "Save your mana, Laxmi. The battle is just starting. Vespera is not finished."

Ira stood perfectly still near the wall. Her pale face showed zero emotion. "Statistically speaking, the enemy possesses an unlimited supply of ammunition. There are hundreds of potential hostages in this room. Vespera can convert them all."

Luna sat on a small velvet stool. The lightning user rubbed her sleepy eyes. A soft knitted blanket covered her shoulders. She let out a massive, dramatic yawn.

"This party is very loud," Luna complained lazily. "The lightning is too bright. The gravity is too strong. I just want to take a nap. Can we ask the vampire lady to stop making zombies?"

Risa hid behind Sayma. The sweet pink-haired healer hugged her stuffed teddy bear tightly. She looked very scared. "The poor people are getting hurt. I do not like this game."

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General Vespera smiled again. She enjoyed the chaos. She loved watching the Royals fight. She tapped her glass flask. The red mist pulsed brightly.

"You have strong magic," Vespera purred smoothly. "But you cannot save everyone. The more you fight, the more blood you spill. And spilled blood is my favorite weapon."

Vespera waved her pale hand. A massive pool of red liquid formed on the ceiling above the Royal candidates. The liquid bubbled and hissed. It prepared to rain down on the entire ballroom. The situation escalated rapidly into total, unfiltered madness.

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The red liquid gathered on the ceiling. It looked like a massive storm cloud made of pure blood. The toxic magic threatened to rain down on everyone in the room. The uninfected nobles screamed and scrambled for cover. They hid under the tables. They hid behind the pillars.

The 4th Prince, Ares Belmontia, laughed a deep, booming laugh.

Ares stood in the center of the chaotic ballroom. He did not wear a fancy suit. He wore dark, rugged combat trousers. He did not wear a shirt. His muscular torso was covered in scars. His spiky red hair looked . His bloodthirsty green eyes burned with intense, aggressive energy.

"You guys rely too much on magic tricks!" Ares roared loudly. He cracked his knuckles. The sound echoed across the room. "Lightning and gravity are for cowards! Real combat requires pure, unfiltered physical strength! I will smash these puppets with my bare hands!"

Ares did not cast a shield. He did not use a ranged spell. He charged directly into a new group of mind-controlled guards.

The guards swung their silver spears. Ares dodged the first spear effortlessly. He stepped inside the guard's defense. He pulled his right fist back.

He activated his unique magic. He used his Kinetic Accumulation ability.

Ares absorbed the kinetic energy from his own rapid movement. His fist glowed with a bright, violent red light. He threw a devastating punch directly into the guard's chest.

BAM!

The physical impact was colossal. A massive shockwave erupted from his fist. The sheer explosive force blew the guard across the room. The guard crashed into a marble wall. The wall cracked wildly. The guard slumped to the floor.

"Next!" Ares cheered wildly. He loved the brawl. He thrived in the middle of chaos.

He spun around and kicked another puppet in the stomach. The kinetic blast launched the puppet into the air. He grabbed a third puppet by the collar and slammed him brutally into a stone pillar. The pillar shattered into dusty rubble. Ares moved like a red-haired hurricane of pure violence.

Ken Eliot watched the 4th Prince from under the serving table. He popped another cheese cube into his mouth. He chewed it slowly.

"This guy is a very basic brawler class," Ken analyzed lazily in his mind. He sagged his shoulders. "He put zero points into his intelligence stat. He dumped all his skill points directly into strength. He reminds me of a bald hero who defeats monsters with one single punch. It is a very effective build, but it lacks visual flair. Punching gets very boring after three episodes."

The entire ballroom turned into a complete disaster zone.

Zeus fired more yellow lightning bolts. The electricity vaporized the wooden tables. Hera crushed groups of puppets with invisible gravity. The floorboards splintered and broke. Ares punched the guards through the walls. The air filled with thick smoke, white dust, and flying debris.

General Vespera laughed a melodic, wicked laugh. She danced gracefully through the chaos. She avoided the lightning. She avoided the exploding rocks. She constantly snapped her fingers. She infected more and more innocent people. The army of red-eyed puppets grew larger every single minute.

Princess Iris watched the slaughter. Her violet eyes filled with profound sadness.

She hated this. She hated seeing her siblings kill innocent people. The guards and the nobles were just victims. They did not choose to fight. Vespera hijacked their bodies. Zeus and Ares did not care about saving them. They only cared about eliminating the threat. They treated the citizens like disposable garbage.

Iris tightened her grip on her silver rapier. She refused to act like her siblings. She refused to slaughter her own people.