The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist novel Chapter 353

Chapter 353: Chapter 353 : Alicia von crestvale (4)

As the barrier fell and the destruction began, Alicia’s rage burned hotter than the flames devouring Avaloria.

Her sword glowed with an ominous light, its edge humming as if it sensed what was coming. Her breath was steady—too steady. Beneath her skin, her physique of Eternal Ruin stirred, an unnatural force coiling within her veins, responding to danger like a predator awakening.

The first dragon dove to unleash destruction upon the city.

Alicia vanished.

The ground exploded where she had been standing, but she was already in the air, her body moving faster than sound. Her blade carved upward in a single, merciless arc—

The dragon’s neck separated cleanly.

Its massive corpse crashed into the streets below, crushing stone and steel alike.

For a heartbeat, there was silence.

Then came the screams.

Then came the rage.

The dragons turned toward her as one.

Flames engulfed the sky. Claws tore through the air. Magic and heat collided into a storm meant to erase her from existence.

Alicia walked through it.

Her mana surged, the heat bending around her body, scales of light forming briefly along her forearms before fading.

Each step she took shattered the ground or cracked the air beneath her feet. Each swing of her sword birthed a crescent of annihilation that tore holes through the skies.

A dragon lunged from her left—

She split it in half.

Another coiled around her from behind, jaws gaping—

She ripped through its spine and used its falling body as a springboard, leaping even higher into the sky.

Three more attacked at once.

Alicia’s blood‑soaked smile did not fade.

She blurred.

Heads fell. Wings were severed mid‑flight. Roars turned into choking gurgles as, one by one, the sky began to rain dragon corpses.

With every kill, something inside her shifted.

Her heartbeat pounded louder in her ears.

Her vision sharpened.

The world slowed.

Power flooded her limbs—intoxicating and cruel. Her strikes grew heavier. Her movements sharper. Where moments ago she had fought to stop an invasion, now she carved simply to kill.

A dragon tried to flee in horror, wings beating frantically to escape.

She cut it down without hesitation.

Cold. Efficient. Unrelenting.

Blood rained across the empire.

The surviving dragons retreated, circling in fear—until the sky itself seemed to darken.

A presence descended.

Vrakkas.

Their leader.

He hovered above them, wings blotting out the sun, crimson scales harder than fortress walls, eyes glowing with ruthless intelligence. He had conquered worlds. Burned civilizations. Left continents in ruins.

He stared at Alicia.

And for the first time in centuries, Vrakkas felt fear that made him shiver.

Zara was not far behind.

The sky cracked with her magic as she raised her hands. Lightning speared down from the clouds in blinding bolts, turning dragons into blackened crisps mid‑flight. Their charred bodies tumbled from the sky like burning meteors, smashing into the ruined streets below.

All around them, the battle raged on.

Alicia’s bloodlust, however, only grew.

Her attacks became more brutal, more savage, as she relished the blood she spilled, laughter ringing across the battlefield.

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