The Extra's Supremacy-Chapter 44: Lesley vs Alvin

Lesley opened her eyes, now clear and burning with resolve.

Black runes began to form across her skin, flowing from her hands up to her head in a unique, elegant pattern. Her already black hair shimmered, now glowing faintly with a dark aura.

’This is the first time I’m using this power fully.’

’I don’t know what’ll happen... but I need to finish this fast.’

Lightning sparked around her, but it wasn’t the usual blue. It crackled in hues of black and violet, unnaturally fierce.

The wyvern, turning away from the broken form of Robert, locked eyes with her.

Lesley raised her hand and chanted, "Lightning Dragon."

A surge of mana twisted in the air. A dragon of purple lightning, wreathed in black aura, roared into existence, crackling and snarling as if alive.

The wyvern beat its massive wings and took to the sky.

Crimson energy gathered in its jaws, demonic mana boiling with rage, as it fired a massive fireball toward her.

BOOM.

The crimson fireball collided with the lightning dragon.

The shockwave ripped through the air, rattling the mountainside.

For a moment, silence followed... and then a violent explosion erupted.

The pressure that pinned the students down finally vanished. They gasped for breath, some trembling as they rose to their feet.

But then—BOOM!—a second shockwave blasted outward, shaking the air for nearly two miles.

Several students coughed up blood, unable to withstand the demonic pressure still lingering.

Lesley narrowed her eyes.

’Damn... it’s a Tier-5 monster for a reason.’

’Even with this power... I’m still falling short.’

Her power surged.

Unbeknownst to her, the whites of her eyes were slowly turning black.

She summoned her twin daggers, both crackling with black lightning and dashed forward.

The wyvern, still mid-air, flapped its wings hard, creating massive air currents that slammed toward her.

Lesley planted her feet, crouched low.

"Twin Dagger Style: Thunder Twister."

Then she launched upward—like a black thunderbolt—twisting midair.

The wyvern barely had time to react.

As she spun, lightning coiled around her body. Her daggers sliced across the wyvern’s scales—several cracked, others tore loose and fell.

Before it could recover, Lesley drove both daggers into the exposed flesh at the base of its neck.

Lightning surged into the creature.

Its body convulsed, paralyzed mid-flight.

They began falling.

Lesley yanked her blades free and leapt toward the spire, jamming one dagger into the stone to catch herself.

The wyvern plummeted.

BOOOOOM!

It crashed into the ground below, roaring in agony.

ROOOOAAAARRRRR!!!

Lesley hung from the spire, eyes locked on the monster below—watchful, silent, waiting.

"Everyone, get close to me!" Bob shouted. "I’ll activate a defense barrier!"

The scattered group quickly moved, forming a tight circle around him.

Bob raised his hand. A translucent barrier shimmered to life, wrapping around them just as another distant shockwave rattled the air.

Lily, still catching her breath, stared at the battle unfolding above.

She watched the unknown girl clash with the wyvern—fighting head-on, fearless, striking like thunder itself.

"Amazing..." Lily whispered, her hand unconsciously tightening into a fist.

’Is this... what real talent looks like?’

Bob glanced at her, his innate gift allowing him to feel emotions more clearly than most. The flicker of jealousy from her wasn’t hard to catch.

He gently placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Not everything depends on talent," he said softly. "We don’t know her story, how much she’s trained, or what she’s gone through."

"Talent alone isn’t enough, you know."

Lily’s eyes widened slightly. Her fingers relaxed. She turned toward him, her expression no longer hardened by comparison.

Bob gave a sheepish smile, then hesitated.

"Hey, Lily..."

"I know this isn’t the right time, but..."

"There might not be another chance."

He looked her in the eyes.

"I like you. If we make it out of this alive... will you go out with me?"

Lily blinked, stunned. Her face went bright red.

"Ehh?"

***

The wyvern swung its massive tail toward the base of the spire.

CRACK!

Stone shattered. The towering structure groaned as it tilted sideways.

Lesley’s dagger lost its grip, her body lurched.

The whites of her eyes, already dim, vanished completely.

Now, they were pure black. Not eyes anymore, but polished obsidian marbles.

She began to fall, plummeting from the collapsing spire.

No panic. No emotion. Just silence.

Just... emptiness.

Then she vanished.

A blink later, she was standing in the wyvern’s shadow.

The beast flew into the air, wings flaring as it soared upward.

Something had changed. Its instincts screamed a warning.

Lesley didn’t chase.

Her black hair fluttered gently from the wind of its flight.

She raised one hand.

From the debris of the broken spire, shadows stirred like black threads drawn to her will.

She flicked her arm toward the wyvern.

The shadows shot upward, coiling around its neck like thick chains. One end remained in Lesley’s grasp, held by just her right hand.

The wyvern thrashed. Its wings beat wildly, trying to break free.

The chain didn’t even budge, as if the wyvern’s strength meant nothing.

Lesley didn’t even take a step. She didn’t need both hands. She barely acknowledged its struggle.

This was the true potential of Reyna Lucus.

Her half-step ability: Shadow Control.

Unlike Alvin, who had only just awakened his half-step, Lesley was different.

She awakened her sigil at six, she was experimented on Prince’s shadow Project.

By seven, she had reached the half-step stage due to black stone. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Though her powers were sealed for years, the black stone that melted into her body during training had grown stronger with her.

Now, she stood at the brink of something terrifying.

She still didn’t know the limits of her physical strength while wielding her half-step.

But in this moment?

It wouldn’t be wrong to say her raw strength rivaled that of a Lord-stage Ranker.

With one sudden movement, Lesley twisted her body, spinning a full circle.

The shadow chain yanked violently.

BOOM!

The wyvern smashed into a nearby spire.

BOOM! BOOM!

Spire after spire crumbled as it ricocheted through them.

The third impact split a spire clean in two, raining stone across the sky.

BANG!

It crashed into the ground.

Another shockwave pulsed through the air.

Lesley walked toward the fallen beast, its giant body twitching, struggling to rise.

She stretched her hand and flicked her wrist.

Dozens of shadowy spikes erupted from the ground, stabbing deep into the wyvern’s flesh.

Its roar was cut short. The beast fell still.

From behind the barrier, Bob fell to his knees, the spell fading.

The students erupted into cheers.

But Lesley didn’t turn back.

Her form hadn’t returned to normal. Her body was still cloaked in dark power.

Her eyes remained void of light, emotionless.

Bob’s heart sank. He could feel it, her emotions were gone.

Completely blank.

"Something’s wrong," he muttered.

The shadows around Lesley began to writhe, as if reacting to her unstable control.

Just as she raised her hand towards them. Then suddenly,

THUMP.

Something crashed down in the middle of the battlefield.

"Ouch! Damn, that hurts..."

A voice.

A boy stood up, brushing dust off his shoulders.

Black hair. Familiar face.

"Man... trying to make wings out of golden energy was such a bad idea."

It was Alvin Vaelcrest.