Chapter 56: The Appearance of the True
Form
The Stepstones, Cutthroat Isle
"Puchi…"
"Buzz…"
As the dark magic Moonlight detonated, the octopus monster's body exploded instantly.
Two violent energies collided in midair, intertwining into a massive sphere of distortion. After only a few seconds, it burst apart again.
"Whoosh—"
The shockwave hurled Jon and the surrounding soldiers several steps backward. Dust and debris filled the air, shrouding the battlefield in smoke.
Many torches held by the Chainbreakers were extinguished, plunging the area into deeper darkness.
"Hehehe… it seems I underestimated you, spokesman of the Strange God."
As the haze slowly cleared, a naked figure stood where the monster had been. Silver-bell laughter echoed across the ruins.
Her voice carried a strange enchantment. Even hearing a few words in the Common Tongue stirred heat in the blood.
With the heightened senses granted by his Dragon Lord class, Jon pierced through the thinning smoke.
The figure was tall—nearly two meters in height—with a slender yet unnervingly perfect form. Countless scale-like growths clung to her torso, wriggling faintly as if alive.
Gulp.
Jon forced down the wave of nausea rising in his throat.
"Who are you?"
He signaled his men not to act rashly before stepping forward.
"Hehehe… in this land, they call me Mary. Some mortals whisper 'Bloodwitch.' I dislike that name. I am a true descendant of the Queen of Thunder Isle. My real name is Garona. One day, I shall return to Thunder Isle and free my Lord."
She moved toward him slowly.
After several steps, she halted, sensing the pressure emanating from Jon.
Under the glow of moonlight and firelight, Jon finally saw her clearly.
She appeared around twenty years of age, with features reminiscent of the eastern lands beyond the Narrow Sea. Her hair and eyes were pitch-black—so dark they seemed to devour light itself.
If one stared too long, it felt as though those eyes could swallow a soul whole.
Strange scales crept along her face and through her hair. She gave the impression of someone consumed by something ancient… and spat back out.
"Silence!"
As torches were relit, the soldiers gasped.
Several thick tentacles coiled around her waist, fused into her lower body. Though she possessed human legs, it was obvious she did not require them to move.
"What is your purpose?" Jon asked calmly.
The system had already confirmed her identity: Twisted Devotee, Level 10.
"Hehehe… I heard rumors of a dragon in the Stepstones. I came to see what kind of existence this 'Golden Dragon' Jon truly is."
"So you were the one who released the Shadow Assassin."
Jon's tone turned cold.
She smiled faintly.
"Only a small test."
Jon's eyes hardened.
He had nearly died.
"And now?" he asked.
"We can cooperate," Garona said smoothly. "With your power and my methods, we could dominate the Summer Sea. When the time comes, help me retake Thunder Isle. In return, the eastern fleets will be yours."
Her voice grew feverish, almost worshipful.
Jon felt nothing but revulsion.
"I have no interest in working with something that tried to murder me. So… die."
While she spoke, Jon had already activated his power.
A dark violet sphere formed beside her.
Runes circled.
"Moonlight."
The instant the energy manifested, dread flickered in Garona's black eyes.
It had already erased half her previous body.
Without hesitation, she retreated.
"Hiss—!"
Her tentacles writhed violently. Sonic-like ripples pulsed outward.
"Boom—!"
The violet sphere detonated, distorting the air.
But Jon's true killing blow was not Moonlight.
"Kapo!"
With perfect timing, Kapo unleashed Blizzard.
A violent gale roared across the battlefield.
Massive icicles formed and surged toward Garona.
This time, she reacted swiftly, sacrificing one of her lower tentacles to block the freezing barrage.
"Drip…"
The severed tentacle fell, writhing and shrieking on the ground like a living thing.
The Chainbreakers felt their scalps prickle.
"If not for your soldiers disrupting my recovery," Garona hissed, trembling, "you would never have harmed me."
She laughed again—shrill and venomous.
"The power you wield… it is not truly yours. Since you refuse me, I will return one day and claim it."
She turned and fled toward the sea, moving like an octopus expelling ink.
But Jon had no intention of allowing escape.
A white blur shot forward.
"Crack!"
Ghost.
Now enormous—nearly the size of a great bull—the direwolf struck Garona mid-leap.
"Ah—!"
Ghost's jaws crushed down upon her neck.
Bones shattered.
Jon rushed in, transforming Dark Sister back into blade form. With a single decisive thrust, he pierced Garona's heart.
To ensure no unnatural revival, Jon severed the remaining tentacles.
"Burn it," he ordered.
The Chainbreakers doused the corpse in oil and set it aflame.
The twisted devotee's screams faded into the night.
Only the crackling of fire remained.
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