"Zero and Dos, I don't want you both to underestimate them. Do you remember hearing about the battle we had a few years ago? We said that Mr. Konessàne's brother almost single-handedly soloed that battle." Said Miss Irene.
"Yea, I remember hearing a little about it. That's how you became one of the high ranking commanders, right? Replied Dos while Zero and Uno nodded in agreement.
"That's correct, their were three people from the opposing side, very powerful. They were some of the blessed ones who got tremendous powers right off the start. One guy could cause lava to erupt from the floor with one stomp of his feet, another guy could take the power of beast for couple seconds, any beast he personally killed and the other guy had the same abilities as Traven Beltos, I think this guy was his uncle." continued Miss Irene.
"What powers does he have?" Enquired Zero.
"In the realm of abilities, his was a unique phenomenon we referred to as "wrath." The more his anger surged, the mightier he became, rendering him impervious to any mere touch. It took the intervention of Mr. Konessàne's brother to confront him, and true to his reputation as the city's strongest, he managed to quell the tempestuous force. The irony lay in the alignment of his given name with his inherent powers; as if destiny had scripted it, "Potentia" mirrored his innate potential, rooted in the Latin term signifying sheer might and dominion.
"So who is Potentia?" Asked Nova Dos.
"Potentia is the brother of Mr Konessàne." replied Miss Irene.
I then looked at Mr Konessàne who was still eating nonchalantly. This might be one of the reasons why he didn't budge under such huge pressure. But it still didn't fully explain it.
"You might be wondering about Mr. Konessàne's but he has his secrets as well." Said Miss Irene."But his brother now, with raw power channeled through his fists, he wielded the unfathomable ability to obliterate entire towns in a matter of moments.
His prowess extended far beyond brute force. Utilizing sonic bursts, he propelled himself at unthinkable speeds, traversing distances faster than human perception allowed. Augmented by unparalleled speed and defense, he commanded the capacity to emit energy bursts, fashioning a protective barrier while unleashing attacks of formidable potency. Yet, amidst this array of capabilities, it was his unmatched swiftness in delivering punches that truly distinguished his abilities. Moreover, his discerning eye could swiftly pinpoint the weaknesses within any object or individual with but a passing glance.
Even with his formidable powers, facing all four malevolent adversaries simultaneously was a challenge beyond his solitary might. It was then that Miss Semora, Mr. Ainz and another stepped in, wielding powers equally formidable, swiftly dispatching the other three villains while Potentia focused his attention on the primary threat. Miss Irene's recounting of the battle painted a vivid picture of a precarious confrontation teetering on the edge of overwhelming odds." Miss Irene said.
"Intriguing tale indeed," Nova Dos remarked. "I've never had the pleasure of hearing the full account before. Let us witness how my two friends fare from this juncture onward." His anticipation was palpable, as the narrative of their combined powers promised an enthralling continuation of this extraordinary saga.
Tension crackled in the air as conflicting forces collided within the restaurant. A terse silence enveloped the room, broken only by the charged energy pulsating between Nova Uno and Lieutenant Semora, their gazes locked in a battle of wills.
"Are you just going to stare at me, or are you scared?" Said Nova Uno.
"I was just about to begin. I was wondering how to deal with weakling, haven't fought one in ages." Lieutenant Semorea retorted.
With a sudden surge of power, Lieutenant Semora launched an attack, aiming directly at Nova Uno. Out of no where a large trunk of wood manifested before Lieutenant Semora and charged towards Nova Uno. In a split-second reaction, Nova Uno countered, redirecting the forceful strike away from her with a swift, controlled motion.
The unleashed chunk of wood rippled through the room, causing a tremendous surge that blasted a gaping hole in the side of the restaurant. Debris scattered in the wake of the redirected attack.
NOVA UNO
"Nice type of Nova Force you've got there," Nova Uno said, voice smooth, but her eyes glinting with that cold, unblinking confidence.
Lieutenant Semora smirked, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Why, thank you for the compliment, my dear."
Her smile faded. "But I don't have time for games. So let's make this quick."
Nova Uno's grin widened slightly—not out of amusement, but something far worse. Pity.
"You seem like a respectable woman," she said, tilting his head. "But judging by your aura…"
In an instant, she vanished.
A thundercrack split the air—no time to blink, no time to breathe.
She was already in front of her, close enough to feel her breath hitch—then her hand clamped around her face like a vice.
"…you're not a real fight."
Nova Uno's tone was dry, almost disappointed.
Then—boom.
She vanished again.
In a blink, she reappeared high above with Lieutenant Semora clutched in her grip, air exploding behind her like a ruptured stormfront. The sudden leap sent shockwaves rippling through the vine-covered rooftops below, petals and spores scattering like confetti in the sky.
Over 300 meters up, suspended in the midnight glow of Silva Sivitas, Nova Uno twisted midair and hurled Semora downward.
The Lieutenant's body blurred into a comet of crimson Nova Force, trailing sparks and pressure as she plummeted—straight into a towering structure nestled between two colossal mushroom trunks.
It was the Amberroot Inn—a high-rise built into a winding, hollowed stalk of an ancient tree-beast, its bark laced with amber veins and blooming lantern-fungi. At the top was an open-air restaurant, complete with glowing lichen chandeliers and floating root-platforms, where diners once enjoyed meals with views of the canopy city.
Now?
Now it was annihilation.
Semora's body crashed through the restaurant first—tables, waitstaff, and guests scattered like leaves in a storm. The shockwave shattered the floating platforms instantly, disintegrating them into flaming splinters midair. Then she kept going—floor after floor crushed beneath her like pulp.
The entire trunk howled. A resonant, guttural groan echoed from deep inside the structure as living wood cracked and screamed. Vines burst. Luminescent sap geysered out, spraying like molten gold. The bark split down the middle in a jagged rupture, bleeding light and debris into the night.
By the time she hit the base, the once-proud Amberroot Inn was folding in on itself—its upper levels collapsing in a spiral of fire, shattered fungus-glass, and thick clouds of glowing spores.
A crater bloomed in the soft ground below, roots upended and steaming. Semora lay at its center, her armor fractured, half her body embedded in the pulsing soil. Nova Force still sputtered across her skin, trying to hold shape.
High above, Nova Uno looked like she was hovering as she slowly but gracefully fell from the sky—her red and black cloak billowing, her hair aglow with a faint shimmer.
She exhaled once.
"Next time, don't waste my courtesy."
As Nova Uno touched down on a nearby rooftop, the echoes of destruction still rumbling through the roots of Silva Sivitas, she glanced at the shattered remains of the Amberroot Inn.
Flames from the bioluminescent sap flickered like ghostly blue tongues, licking the cracked bark and spilling over the crater below. For a moment, she allowed herself to exhale—until she saw movement.
Her eyes widened.
Beneath the wreckage, figures emerged—staff members of the inn—coughing, stumbling, but miraculously unharmed. Thick, trunk-like coats had shielded them, bark armor gifted by the very plant the building was carved from. Protective instinct of the tree itself.
Nova Uno's breath caught in her throat.
"Oh my God—I'm really sorry," she blurted out, flying down in a blur. She hovered above the crater, her eyes scanning the staff. "I didn't realize anyone was still inside… with all the noise from back there…"
She covered her mouth, guilt etched across her face. The inn workers looked up at her—not with gratitude, but with raw, silent fear. Their eyes didn't see a savior. They saw a destroyer in white and violet.
She lowered herself slowly, hands up, heart suddenly heavy.
Then—
clap… clap… clap.
A slow, mocking applause rang out through the smoke.
"Bravo," came a voice—elegant, unbothered. "Such power. I only wanted to test something. But now… now I'm truly intrigued."
Nova Uno turned sharply.
There, standing atop a twisted branch that hung like a broken arm from a neighboring mushroom-stalk, was Lieutenant Semora.
Whole. Untouched.
Nova Uno snapped her gaze back to the crater. The broken body was still there—but now, it was… changing. The flesh unraveled, fibers pulling apart into strands of moss and writhing vine. A plant clone. A perfect decoy, woven from nature itself.
Her stomach tightened.
"How did you…?" she asked, more to herself than to Semora.
Semora chuckled softly, not stepping closer. "Come now, little Nova. Silva Sivitas is my garden. You think I'd really let myself fall like that?" She raised a hand, letting a green pulse swirl in her palm. "But I think we should stop here."
Nova Uno narrowed her eyes, wary.
Semora's voice dropped, her gaze now sharper—searching. "I know when I'm outmatched. And… I don't believe you're the criminals they say you are."
A silence passed.
Nova Uno's breath steadied, but she didn't let her guard down. "What are you talking about?"
"There's something deeper unfolding," Semora said, stepping down from the broken limb. "Something that doesn't smell right. A sudden breach in the inner city, coordinated monster movement in the Myco Marshes, and... selective intel leaks."
She looked up, eyes glinting beneath her helmet. "Feels like someone's laying down the kindling for a fire. And they want you three to be holding the torch."
From behind the spire's shadow, a flicker of movement caught Nova Uno's eye. She turned, but there was nothing—just a fading trace of Nova Force energy... one she didn't recognize.
She didn't like that.
Nova Uno stepped back once, scanning the cityscape below. "Then you agree," she said. "Something weird is going on your heavenly city."
"Yes, but we have to act fast; as soon as this is done, I'll come for you." she replied.
A faint gust blew between them—cool, and laced with the scent of crushed mycelium and ash.
Far off in the distance, thunder cracked over Silva Sivitas. The sky was turning dark purple, and an ominous energy could be felt coming from the restaurant where they were dining.