The Extra's Supremacy-Chapter 45: Lesley vs Alvin [2]

Lesley’s black eyes stayed fixed on Alvin.

But Alvin froze in shock.

"She’s alive?"

Something about her felt... wrong.

"What happened to her...?"

Confusion swirled in his mind.

"If she sensed my mana signature... then that means she knows I’m Whisper."

"Damn. What should I do?"

He slowly raised both hands. "Hey... are you okay?"

Lesley glanced down at her hands, dark runes still glowing faintly, then looked back up at him.

And vanished.

Alvin’s eyes widened.

His instincts screamed.

The same move... just like Alvida’s. An attack aimed at my back.

But this time, he didn’t try to block.

He twisted and leapt aside, barely dodging the strike.

"Shadow Step...?"

Alvin gritted his teeth.

"I’ve studied shadow techniques, but I could never use them. She doesn’t even have the shadow element, so how the hell—"

His thoughts spun faster.

The runes. The eyes. The unnatural silence.

And then, drawing from everything he’d learned from Alvida...

Piece by piece... it’s all fitting together.

"Half-step power... hers must be Control Type."

"And she’s lost control of it."

He clenched his fists.

After Alvida stepped into the portal, her Space Point ability had shattered. His wounds had healed instantly. Even the broken Rhizome had returned to normal, untouched—as if the battle never happened.

But this?

This was no illusion.

This was a real fight.

And in front of him was a Half-Step Seeker—one who’d completely lost control.

His gaze shifted to the distance, where the Ritual Altar pulsed faintly under the waning sky.

"Let’s finish this..."

Alvin recalled Alvida’s words:

"You think too much."

He exhaled slowly, nodding to himself.

Then he waved a hand toward Bob’s group, signaling them to fall back.

Without hesitation, Alvin stepped toward Lesley.

But the ground reacted first.

A shadow spike shot up beneath him.

He dodged barely, but more followed, erupting in a vicious line.

Using a burst of wind, Alvin twisted through the air, narrowly evading the assault.

But hovering midair created a gap, a split second opening.

He didn’t waste it.

Alvin dived straight toward her.

Lesley pulled her hand back, fist clenched tight and swung.

Alvin’s eyes widened.

He could feel it.

This punch carried more weight than Alvida’s.

More force. More danger.

Just before it hit his face—

Golden energy surged to life, coating his body.

BOOM!

A thunderous shockwave blasted outward.

But Alvin didn’t retreat.

He enhanced his fist with wind and countered, striking her cheek cleanly.

It landed.

But she didn’t move. Not even a blink.

Her black eyes stared straight into his, unfazed.

Is that supposed to hurt me?

That was the message in her gaze.

Then Lesley raised her other arm.

Another punch, faster than the last.

But the golden energy flared again, blocking the strike.

Alvin gritted his teeth, pushing harder.

This time, he layered his with golden energy.

His fist pulsed with raw power.

He struck again.

The punch connected, right across her face and this time, Lesley flew backward, crashing into a collapsed spire.

BOOM!

Dust exploded from the impact.

Alvin took his breathing heavily, eyes locked on the rubble.

Lesley stepped out of the dust cloud.

Not a bruise on her cheek.

Then, near the altar, a portal blinked into existence—unstable and flickering.

Alvin’s heart sank.

That kind of distortion meant one thing—it wouldn’t last long.

ROOAARRR!

The fallen wyvern stirred.

Its massive body began to rise again, wings twitching, eyes burning with fury.

Alvin’s pulse quickened.

A half-dead wyvern.

Lesley, consumed by power and out of control.

An unstable portal, moments from collapsing.

"Fuck."

All three moved at once.

Spikes and chains burst from the shadows, aiming to trap or tear him apart.

Alvin twisted and dodged, weaving through the deadly swarm.

Above him, the wyvern took to the skies.

Alvin launched toward Lesley, fist blazing with wind.

But she moved first—vanishing upward with unnatural speed.

Then—WHAM!

The wyvern’s tail slammed into her midair, sending her crashing back to the ground.

The beast didn’t stop.

It turned toward Alvin and opened its maw, launching a crimson fireball pulsing with demonic mana.

In an instant, it was on him.

The golden energy surged to cover his entire body.

BOOM!

The explosion rocked the battlefield.

The shockwave cracked the earth and made the unstable portal flicker violently.

From the heart of the flames, Alvin emerged.

Two golden wings unfurled behind him.

With a flash of will, he summoned Rhizome, its blade glowing with golden energy.

He slashed.

A golden crescent of energy tore through the air—aimed straight at the wyvern.

But before it reached its mark,

Lesley reappeared.

She burst from the wyvern’s shadow and punched the beast midair.

BANG!

The wyvern crashed to the ground like a meteor.

But Lesley didn’t escape.

The golden crescent slammed into her instead.

Shadows rose to shield her—but she had no time, no footing.

The slash tore through and flung her down with brutal force.

Alvin landed softly, his golden wings fading behind him.

Dust blew around him, but his eyes never left where she fell.

The wyvern tried to rise once more—but its limbs gave out. It collapsed with a defeated groan.

But Lesley stood.

Blood trickled from a deep gash on her right arm, yet her posture never faltered.

Her dark eyes gleamed, glowing with unnatural intensity.

The shadows around her trembled.

She took one slow, deliberate step forward, her gaze locked on Alvin.

He sucked in a sharp breath, preparing for whatever came next.

ROOAARR!

The wyvern let out one last cry, a haunting, broken sound. It was on the edge of death.

Alvin ignored it.

But Lesley didn’t.

Without a word, she slipped into the wyvern’s shadow, appearing near its massive, fallen head.

She stared into its eyes.

Then slowly, she reached out her wounded hand and placed it against the beast’s skull.

And the shadows responded.

They surged forward like a living tide, wrapping around the wyvern, pulling it into the darkness.

In seconds, the entire creature was gone.

Not a trace left.

Alvin’s eyes widened in horror.

The cut on Lesley’s hand began to close.

Before his very eyes, the injury vanished completely.

Gulp.

A chill ran through him.

Then—Lesley smiled.

Just a faint, eerie smirk.

But beneath the crimson sun,

as her dark hair danced in the wind,

she stood like the incarnation of death itself.