‘Aria.’

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‘Aria! We meet again!’

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‘Is it the fates doing that we will come face to face?’

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‘Or maybe ‘Her’ will?’

Walking through the fleshy dungeon Revis hears the sounds of battle suddenly stop.

Before her, she saw a golden-haired adventurer.

“We meet again, Aria.”

Ais slowly turns to meet Revis once more.

“You… What are you doing here?” Ais drew her sword and tossed away her sheath.

“None of your concern, Aria.”

“I told you before, I am not Aria. Aria is my mother.”

“…Ah.”

‘That was what it was. Aria was a second generation. Do you really intend to keep things a secret even from someone who is loyal only to you-----? Hm? I don’t even know your name. Interesting.’

“What is your name?” Ais said, getting into a stance.

“My name? I long threw away my original name and took on this body's name. Call me Revis. Spirit of Strength.” She then slammed her hands to the ground and pulled from it a massive fleshy one-sided great sword.

“Spirit? You are no spirit.” Ais’s eyes narrow her down. “You do not have the feeling of one.”

“Of course not. I am a simple Spirit. Unlike Nox, Circe, or even you half-blood, I am far weaker.” She said in an emotionless voice. “That is in terms of magic, but I am fully confident in my strength!!!”

Revis kicked off and, with all of their strength, she slashed at Ais.

“!!”

Ais could feel the air getting cut. The sheer strength at which she swung was even greater than the last they fought.

Ais jumped to evade the slash as it passed through the wall of flesh as if nothing was there.

From that point on, they spoke through blades.

Swish!! Clang!!!

Clang!! Clang!! Swish!!

Swish!! Clang!! Swish!!

Revis knew Ais not only had strength, but she polished her skills to make this flowing combo of sword swings. In comparison,

Clang!!! Clang!!! Clang!!!

Swish!! Punch!! Clang!!! Swish!!!

Kick!!! Swish!!! Clang!! Swish!!!

Ais knew Revis only had strength that shook her down to her bones and an instinct on par with her own, with a reflex of her previous level. All of this allowed her to mix in sword swings, punches, and kicks.

They both were complete opposites of one another. One prioritized their strength, the other their skill.

They kept fighting for 12 minutes. At that time, Ais could hear the sounds of explosions.

She had to end this now or else the Hermes Familia will be in more danger.

           Clang!!!

Skiiiiiiirt!!!

Skiiiiiiiiirt!!!

“You are strong.” Revis said with cuts along her body.

“Hm…” Ais kept her guard. “Are there more of you?”

“Where are Nox and Circe?” She ignored her question. “I have not felt them since I was born.”

“… I will bring you in alive. Circe will know what you are.”

“!” Revis could feel a breeze in their isolated room. Her instincts told her to run.

“(Awaken, Tempest).”

WHOOOOSH!!!!

WHOOOOSH!!!!

A fortress of wind cloaked her. She focused and gather the wind at the tip of her sword. It got more and more compact as she reeled back her arm.

‘Dam Nephilim! How much more is she going to compact!!’

This was a technique Ais developed further on from Cirrus’s instruction during the battle against the final with Evilus.

'Compact the wind more and more, down to as much as you can, then release it when it’s at its zenith!!'

As Cirrus compressed his lightning Ais to compressed her wind as much as she could to create a devastating attack.

“[Zephyr’s Strike]!!!!”

Ais used all of her physical strength to thrust her blade and released the wind.

“!!!!” Revis used her great sword to block the attack. She even bulged and tightened her muscles for the large range of impact.

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!!!!!!!!!

CRASH!!!!!!!

It was a devastatingly large blast of wind that rag dolled her out of the room and out into the Pantry.