Instead, the flames she had just unleashed continued to burn on the rock disc, weak yet tenacious.
Now, this land, once surrounded by a dark abyss, seems to have become much brighter.
Erica could even occasionally hear the wails of the dead coming from all around her.
Perhaps she unintentionally hurt some hidden soul.
She expressed her deep apologies.
At this moment, Erica, who had almost fully recovered, slowly straightened up.
Looking down at Thanatos's tattered cloak, still licked by the flames in the fire.
Thanatos's black soul had been completely burned away by the flames, leaving nothing behind.
Seeing the scene before her, Erica felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders and plopped down on the ground.
Her mind was filled with the joy and excitement of victory, and even the near-death experience and pain she had just felt seemed to have vanished.
She won! She really won!
She almost actually defeated a formidable enemy that she could never have defeated.
Thanatos was definitely the most powerful enemy she had ever encountered.
Moreover, the other party is a god.
Although he is only the god of death, and the professor said he is not even as good as Hermes.
But this was the first time Erica had defeated a god.
"So this is how fragile the gods are."
Thanatos's offensive was fierce and almost unstoppable.
But once she got used to its attack methods, Erica knew she could find opportunities to dodge.
Erica had long been accustomed to this kind of battle where one constantly seeks opportunities in defeat.
She had long realized that this was almost identical to the 'copy' that Professor Victor had made.
Of course, if you only dodge, it's impossible to defeat your opponent.
Erica then decided to use herself as bait and made preparations in advance.
As expected, faced with her relentless mockery, the other person nearly lost their composure.
Especially that arrogant god, who has always looked down on mankind.
Erica withstood the powerful attack head-on.
Despite the extreme pain, she seized the opportunity.
Erica understood that the opponent, as a spirit, was weak in fire.
She took advantage of this, unleashing the power of the Fire Calamity to its fullest offensive potential.
Finally, Thanatos was brought to his end by this hellish attack.
Looking at her palm, she murmured:
"That's the power of a professor."
She never imagined that she could unleash such a powerful and terrifying attack.
If it weren't for the professor, she might never have been able to defeat that Grim Reaper in her entire life.
Then, a calm voice echoed in Erica's mind:
"Well done."
Hearing the praise, she couldn't help but smile from the bottom of her heart.
Now, after resting, Erica slowly stood up and looked around.
Seeing that the surrounding flames showed no signs of going out, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly:
That's incredible power... No wonder Thanatos couldn't even withstand that attack.
But in any case, she thought the other person must be very upset.
As the Grim Reaper, he failed to end a human life.
"Oh."
Erica chuckled softly, a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
She slowly lowered her head, her gaze falling on her lower abdomen.
The scythe, gleaming with a cold light, was still piercing through her abdomen.
Although Thanatos was dead, the scythe remained, its blade deeply embedded in her abdomen.
Erica curled her lip in disdain:
"A scythe that kills instantly upon contact?"
She gripped the handle of the sickle tightly and carefully pulled it outwards.
The cold steel sliced through her flesh, the sharp blade tearing at her blood-stained skin.
A sharp pain swept through my body once again.
Erica's lips trembled, and her face turned pale.
She gritted her teeth, ignoring the cold sweat beading on her forehead, and slowly pulled the sickle out of her abdomen.
The next second, she suddenly closed her eyes, made a firm decision, and quickly pulled out most of the remaining part of the sickle.
Swish—
In that instant, her limbs trembled, filled with pain.
Erica forced herself to stay awake, breathing heavily.
Looking at his pierced wound, a crimson flame surged out and gradually burned at the wound.
Erica was in so much pain that she was sweating profusely, but the pain did not diminish her victor's pride.
A smile played on her lips as she murmured softly:
"It just doesn't work for me."
The severe wound on her abdomen flashed a red light and then healed rapidly, leaving only a layer of freshly congealed blood on her fair skin.
But the pain was still etched deep within Erica's body. She lay powerless on the rubble-strewn ground, breathing heavily.
After calming down a bit, Erica wearily lifted the scythe.
She had originally intended to throw it away without hesitation, but with a gentle flick of her wrist, the cold weapon felt surprisingly easy to handle.
So she didn't throw it away, but casually slung the sickle over her back.
The eye at the tip of the scythe opened imperceptibly, and looked Erica up and down as if it were alive.
The vertical pupils gradually dilated before closing again.
Viktor, in his spirit form, had been observing Erica's battle.
Seeing that she even knew how to find weapons for herself, I was convinced that she had benefited greatly from this battle.
Now, Erica has her own opinions.
"Perhaps she really has a chance to pass the trial without relying on you."
As the battle drew to a close, Vega emerged from the shadows like a black phantom.
It stood on Erica's body again, its voice secretly echoing in Victor's mind.
But Victor didn't respond to Vega; he simply continued speaking to Erica:
"Let's go."
"Continue towards our destination, the deepest part."
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