Chapter 533 The Perfect One
With the truth exposed, conflict was inevitable. Both sides had lost too much—precious lives and irreplaceable resources.
Some fought for vengeance, others like Steven simply to secure a peaceful future.
Only a single door separated the opposing forces, the tension between them stretched taut as an overdrawn bowstring.
The remaining Snowfall Cult members gathered around the church—mostly combat personnel and the most devout followers.
The majority of powerless devotees huddled in their homes, too frightened to witness what was coming.
Chase stood at his window with his wife Dione, watching events unfold with feverish anticipation in his eyes.
"Do you see, Delbert?" he whispered to his dead friend. "I've avenged you. That lunatic Natasha dies today."
Theron led the united front—over thirty Psychics from all factions assembled before the ornate white doors emblazoned with sacred symbols.
Despite their numbers, none rushed forward recklessly.
Lanny stepped forward, his body emanating massive spheres of light. Without hesitation, he launched his Levitating Energy Cannon at the church entrance. The doors shattered instantly.
Steven's gaze pierced the settling debris.
Inside, he glimpsed Natasha sitting on the altar steps, cradling Neil's lifeless body in her arms.
Lanny's energy projectiles approached her but dissipated against an invisible barrier.
Seeing her, Lanny's eyes blazed with hatred. Otha had been like a father to him. Now that Otha was dead, his rage found its target in the cult leader.
"DIE!" he roared.
Hundreds of light spheres materialized around him, bathing him in divine radiance. The Levitating Energy Cannons fired in a relentless barrage, each powerful enough to level buildings.
Natasha finally raised her head to look at them. Her eyes—cold as ancient glaciers—burned with pure hatred. The last person she had trusted was gone.
"Welcome back, Neil," she whispered. "I've always wanted your Telekinesis."
She gently placed Neil's body on the floor and rose to her feet.
An invisible barrier extended thirty feet around her, effortlessly repelling Lanny's devastating attack that had nearly destroyed the church.
"She possesses dozens of Supernatural abilities," Steven warned. "Everyone, be careful!"
Megan's body ignited with crimson flames, lava-like patterns flowing across her skin. "I don't care how powerful she is—she can't withstand every Psychic in Starlight City combined!"
She dashed to another position and exhaled a massive fire dragon toward Natasha.
No coordination was needed—these survivors were the elite of the elite, instinctively knowing how to work together.
They divided into three groups, ranged attackers unleashing their abilities while close-combat Strengthening and Orcs system users waited for an opening to deliver killing blows.
A storm of diverse Supernatural abilities converged on Natasha, yet her expression remained impassive. The spherical domain around her body neutralized everything.
Steven's eyes flickered with white light as he considered whether his Martial Prowess could penetrate Natasha's telekinetic barrier. But he hesitated to reveal his trump card prematurely.
Suddenly, Natasha's body rose into the air. She hovered above them like a descending deity, looking down with cold disdain.
Distant cult members immediately fell to their knees, crying out "Snow God!" in reverence.
"Neil's ability," Steven murmured.
Dean arrived with two other Psychics, anxious about Natasha's safety. Their concern transformed to shock at the sight before them.
"This is the blessing of the Snow God!" exclaimed Tammy, the priestess, clasping her hands in excitement. "Ms. Carter truly embodies our deity on earth!"
But Dean felt his throat go dry, his fighting spirit evaporating. "But... that's Mr. Torres's power, isn't it?"
Neil's telekinesis had been legendary—particularly his ability to fly by manipulating his own body. Now Natasha displayed this exact power.
Could Steven's accusations be true? Was Frostheart nothing but a trap? Had Natasha's seemingly benevolent gifting of abilities been a calculated deception?
Dean couldn't bear to follow this line of thought. The foundation of his faith was crumbling.
Hovering in midair, Natasha regarded them with divine contempt, unfazed by the continuous barrage of attacks against her barrier.
Lanny stared in disbelief. His Levitating Energy Cannon possessed the destructive force of rocket launchers, yet Natasha neutralized them effortlessly.
Sensing the shift in power, Steven quietly retreated behind the group.
"Foolish, insignificant creatures," Natasha's voice rang out. "You have no comprehension of the power you're facing."
"I am the emissary of divinity, the executor of sacred will! All who blaspheme against this authority shall face divine punishment!"
She spread her arms wide. "Let me cleanse this faithless world!"
As her arms rose, the ground beneath them began to violently shake. The assembled Psychics struggled to maintain their footing as fissures split the earth like a massive earthquake.
Steven watched in shock as the very ground began to rise. He activated his eight-fold speed enhancement and retreated like a phantom.
Others sensed the danger and scattered, but Natasha's power extended everywhere.
Buildings collapsed around them as massive chunks of earth and stone tore free, hovering in the air like a suspended meteor shower.
Theron and the others stared in horror at the display of power. They knew Natasha was strong, but this exceeded their worst fears.
This world-ending force was familiar—they had witnessed it just an hour earlier when Otha sacrificed himself.
Now they faced it again—The power of a Level 5 Psychic!
After absorbing both Otha and Neil's abilities, Natasha had ascended to their ranks.
Her cold gaze swept over them as she thrust her right hand downward in a violent gesture.
The suspended boulders rained down like meteors, hurtling toward the assembled Psychics below.
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