Brunhilde reached the southern part of the forest, her boots silent despite the distance she'd covered.

Before her rose thick barriers of roots that were interwoven so densely that no gaps existed between them.

She chuckled at the sight.

The sound was light, almost musical, carrying amusement rather than concern. She stretched out her hand, leading to a massive spear appearing in her hands.

The eight-foot spiral-shaped weapon with decorative gold wings and sword symbols running along its length cracked with blue light.

Gripping the spear, Brunhilde began her assault.

She thrust forward, leading the spear to pierce through the roots before blue flames erupted at the point of impact. The explosion tore through the wood, creating a gap twenty feet wide before the roots could regenerate. She spun the spear horizontally, the blade sweeping in a perfect arc, and more blue flames burst out.

Explosions followed the weapon's path, each one obliterating sections of the barrier.

Brunhilde then infused her entire body with magic that took the form of blue flames. They wrapped around her limbs, coated her dress, and made her seem like she was burning. But these flames didn't consume but they destroyed whatever they touched.

Brunhilde smashed out with her fist.

Blue flames exploded from the impact point, tearing through roots attempting to wrap around her. She kicked out, her boot connecting with a massive tendril, and another explosion sent fragments flying.

The roots began regenerating with wood knitting together, and gaps swiftly closing. But Brunhilde was faster as she thrust her spear repeatedly, each strike creating new destruction.

Then she swept out with her spear, leading to an explosion, thrust forward, another explosion, spin and slash horizontally, multiple explosions in sequence. Over and over, Brunhilde was creating explosions of blue flames that tore through the roots and forest.

The barrier trembled under her assault before it started fighting back.

Roots lashed out from all directions.

They emerged from the ground beneath her feet, shot down from above, and attacked from every side simultaneously. Dozens became hundreds, which then became thousands as the forest began throwing everything at her.

Brunhilde smiled and continued attacking.

A root struck her from behind, but blue flames flared automatically. They burst out, creating a barrier that destroyed the tendril before it could connect. More roots attacked from the left, right, above, and below, but she moved through them in a blur.

Her spear created walls of blue fire that incinerated anything approaching.

Brunhilde thrust her spear forward, pouring more magic into the flames. The blue fire intensified, becoming almost white at its core. The explosion that followed was massive, easily fifty feet in diameter, obliterating hundreds of roots simultaneously.

But more kept coming.

The roots attacked in waves now, coordinated and relentless. They tried overwhelming through sheer numbers, tens of thousands of roots striking at once from every conceivable angle.

Brunhilde withstood it all, as her spiritual armor flared with defensive power. Roots struck her directly and shattered against an invisible force.

Those who got through her initial defenses met blue flames that destroyed them instantly. She continued smashing into the regenerating roots, each strike dealing devastating damage.

Her spear thrust forward, swept horizontally, and spun vertically. Every movement created and attacked followed through, produced destruction that tore through wood.

In her mind, golden words glowed as she confirmed through the mental link. Southern position secured. Roots are fully engaged in my location.

Once she got everyone else's confirmation, Brunhilde's eyes glowed a silver-white light that carried terrible power.

She looked at a cluster of roots attacking from the left, and her second skill activated.

Severed Link.

The roots' bodies disconnected.

As if the nerves and connections binding their structure together simply ceased functioning, all of them fell apart. They collapse uselessly despite being physically intact, leading the forest to tremble, and more roots rush out.

More roots attacked.

Veil Revealer.

Brunhilde thrust her spear forward, and silver light appeared over the blade. The weapon didn't pierce flesh, but even deeper as the spear struck at the soul itself, unraveling threads that bound body and fate together.

Upon impact, the spear bloomed with auroral light, colors that shouldn't exist, and that hurt to perceive directly. The light spread through the roots it touched, and they broke down not through destruction, but unmaking.

But then, more Chimeras appeared and charged towards Brunhilde.

Brunhilde activated her fourth skill.

Gunganar.

When she struck, her spear pierced memory itself, striking not only the Chimeras but the roots controlling their memories. Their recollections of why they attacked, who commanded them, and what purpose they served were all undone.

The creatures stopped mid-charge, confusion evident in their movements.

They were no longer hostile, but they weren't her allies either, and while they looked lost. They quickly ran away, not wishing to stay here anymore.

It was then that shrieks rang out that made Brunhilde lose her smile from the slight pain in her head. She looked to see crimson Night Terrors screeching at her as they bounced off the roots before appearing near her.

Brunhilde's eyes shone a deeper silver light before she thrust her spear forward.

True Gungnir.

Silver light rushed out from the blade, and once the light touched the crimson Night Terrors. They were forced to withstand Brunhilde's will directly.

The weight of her willpower, the pressure of the over ninety thousand souls she had integrated into herself, and the emotions of all those souls pressing down.

They couldn't withstand it.

Their forms crumbled, souls shattering under pressure they had no defense against.

Once those Night Terrors were destroyed, more roots rushed down onto her. Leading Brunhilde to activate her sixth skill.

Slumbering Flame.

All around her, silver grey flames with specs of blue appeared. When roots touched them, they didn't combust, but instead, stillness spread through them. The roots froze mid-movement, preserved perfectly but unable to continue attacking.

The flames spread outward in an expanding circle, binding everything they touched. Roots became motionless sculptures, chimeras froze in running poses, and even the air seemed to be still within the flame's influence.

Brunhilde stood in the center of destruction and preservation, her spear still moving. She thrust forward again, creating more explosions, hacking, thrusting, slashing, cutting, and tearing through the things locked in stillness around her.

"Alright, let's step this up."

Brunhilde tapped into more of her Beast Spirit and brought more pieces of it into reality.

Silver armor appeared over her body, not replacing her existing equipment, but layering over it. The armor displayed starry skies across its surface, constellations moving in real-time. Six auroral wings burst from her back, each one showing different constellation patterns that shifted and changed.

Her violet-blue hair transformed, becoming pure silver-white that shone while her eyes displayed shifting sigils that rotated within her irises.

Around her, a constellation of starry dust appeared. It floated through the air like golden snow, creating an ethereal atmosphere. When she lowered her visor, her face was hidden behind a mirror of dawnlight.

The Armor of Nine Skies had manifested completely, it was what she got from becoming a First Class Beast Master.

Nine Worlds.

After using the skills, Brunhilde controlled vectors and matter itself with even physical laws bent to her will.

Attacks twisted around her, unable to connect with the notion of contact warped, making her untouchable while maintaining her ability to strike.

The roots rushed out but curved away before reaching her, trajectories altered. Chimeras charged towards her, but they couldn't touch her as their claws and teeth passed through empty air, as matter itself rearranged.

Before they were torn apart by her sweeping out with her spear. All of the things that were thrown off their course had holes piercing through them before Brunhilde decided to get even more serious.

Brunhilde stretched out her hand, before a blue-black light shined, and a three-meter-long spear appeared in her hands.

It was a spectral, black-blue jagged design with streaks and engravings covering its length. Blue wisps of energy trailed from the weapon constantly. Yet looking at it was confusing, as the characteristics of the blade kept shifting. It would resemble a sword edge, then an axe, and then it shifts back to a spear.

Brunhilde gripped the spear and then thrust it into the root barrier. Where it touched, everything was crushed, it was like a terrifying natural disaster had swept through and torn through everything at once.

The magic trying to regenerate the roots was crushed, and even the energy in the root was crushed to nothing.

Then she activated the weapon's second property as the weather itself responded to her will.

Lightning erupted from the clear sky, striking the root barrier repeatedly. Tornadoes formed, tearing through wood with devastating force while the ground shook. Then earthquakes burst out, cracking the earth and destabilizing root foundations.

Floods of water appeared from nothing, drowning sections of forest while volcanic heat erupted from the ground, and melted the woods. Natural disasters manifested at her command, each one targeting the roots with terrifying force.

In her mind, the golden words glowed again: Southern assault at full power. Forest cannot ignore this position.

From the north, Vlad's voice carried satisfaction: They're committed. No turning back now.

From the center, Saint Lucian's calm certainty: Attention secured. The path is clear.

Brunhilde smiled behind her dawnlight visor and continued her devastating assault.

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