Chapter 52: You are my tools, Isabelle’s tools.

“Teresa?!”

Her choice shocked Leanna, all.

Merik unmoved by sacrifice.

“Deep bonds—pity. Disrespect Preston—blood price.”

Snap. Demigod pressure crushed. Girls prone, bones creak.

Finger. Gold beam fingertip—to foreheads.

“No!”

Teresa shout, body block—but hand mark burned!

Gold near engulf—pure black pillar heaven-descended. Divine punishment precise Merik!

Black silhouette before Teresa.

Wave—gold erased.

Merik blasted. Aura scattered like foe. Stumbled stabilize. Shock rage:

“Who?! Dare…”

Cool voice cut. Soft—soul deep:

“My turf, my people—ask me?”

Merik noticed.

Black gown, teardrop earrings. Elegant—eyes godly indifference.

Instant: true god feel.

“You?!”

No answer. Counter:

“Dare touch—know their identity?”

“So? Challenge Preston—death!”

Shocked repel—but arrogance, ignored fury—counter.

“Unknown—but meddle: worse end.”

“See your threat strength.”

“Dormant error—world forgot Preston terror.”

Cold laugh. Aura reconverge. Demigod silence forest.

Sky dark. High. Hands thunder clouds. World rumble.

Thunder god!

“Time Preston reemerge—you: first stone!”

Fall. Palms merge. Thunder spear—invisible speed Isabelle!

BOOM!

Spear hit. Explosion. Trees down. Girls wind-tumbled.

“Lady Isabelle!”

Dust clear—worry.

Cruel daily—hate mishap. Now ally.

Defeat—death.

Teresa less worry—still reeling appearance.

High Merik snort. Thunder ace—few survive.

So…

Thought—pupils shrank. Hair stand.

Smoke: black gown elegant. Hand gripped spear.

“God? You know nothing divine.”

Mock. Grip—spear glass shatter.

Shock—but arrogance intolerate. Divine full. Sky giant sun.

Forbidden: solar!

“Fall!”

Terror magic—Isabelle finger point.

“Disperse.”

Word law. Sun dust.

“Stole glimmer—claim sun? Laughable.”

Thump-thump.

Fear pulse. Sweat.

Demigod peak!

Why casual ruin?

Dormant years—world flipped?!

No!

Preston eternal strongest.

Divine kin!

Burn aura. Mad.

“Preston ancestor name, judge…”

“Noisy.”

Irked wave. Vast magic palm—slam ground.

Gap sensed. Divine servant king—dead silent.

“No… impossible… who…”

Faith, arrogance crushed. Fear.

Beside. No answer.

Villain saintess—villain style.

“Proud blood—filthy, crude.”

Mock. Ignore mud.

“Roll. Tell Preston head: Teresa mine. Claw again—world minus ‘god family’.”

Yuri knelt post-defeat. Forehead ground. Tremble silent.

Turn. Scan stunned Knights. Last: lip-bite complex Teresa.

“Remember—my tools’ weight. Preston? Dust.”

Fall. Black flash—vanish quiet.

Shock endless. Hearts linger.