Gacha Harem System

Across the cavern, Akira had her back to the rubble and her flail in her hand, and she’d had enough of that.

Three bats came for her at once. She stepped back, freed her right hand, and pointed.

[Death Bolt].

The necrotic beam leapt from her fingers, becoming a lance of sickly light that crossed the distance in a second and struck the lead bat dead center.

And slid off.

The bolt splashed as it hit the crystal body, before splitting around it and skating away in every direction like water pouring off a stone.

The bat kept flying without so much as a flinch.

The scattered beam struck the two bats behind it and did nothing to those either.

Unlike before, where it would begin rotting any beast it hit, the beam simply slid off them, as if they were already immune to it.

The moment she saw it, Akira frowned.

Their bodies had reflected the beam, the same way they reflected the sun balls’ light.

It seems the necrotic energy was as useless against them as a candle.

She said nothing. After all, there was nothing to say.

The lead bat was already on her, close enough to see her own face in the planes of its skull.

She punched it.

Her armored fist met its chest and the bat stopped dead in the air, hung there for an instant with her knuckles buried in its breastbone, and then came apart around her hand.

Shards sprayed across her breastplate and rang off her vambrace and did no more to her than the dust in the air.

She shook the fragments off her gauntlet and gripped her flail tighter, the chain going slack.

Most of the bats in the space were currently on Lukas, as he’d been the first to kill one of them, but a fair number of them were also bearing down on her.

She took them in with calm eyes, the bats looking like a curtain of blue crystal peeling off the ceiling and pouring down towards her, their wings folded and jaws open as they screamed.

And in that instant, she saw with perfect clarity that there were too many. That she couldn’t cut them all down, or dodge them all.

She saw that the wave was going to reach her in something less than two seconds and she was standing exactly where it would land.

Then gold flickered to life at her brow.

[Kairos’ Fillet] appeared on her forehead as if it had never left, the fine golden headband sinking warmly against her skin, and Akira did not hesitate.

She activated it.

The world broke.

It shattered like a window struck by a stone, the whole cavern fracturing around her into a thousand jagged panes, and behind the panes she saw what was coming.

She saw the next few seconds unfold in front of her, all at once and one after the other.

She saw the wave arrive.

She saw where each bat would be, and where its jaws would close. She saw where its wing would cut, and where the gaps between them opened and closed like breathing.

She saw a diagonal path through the swarm that existed for exactly the length of time it would take her to walk it.

She saw where to put her feet, and where to swing her flail.

Then the vision ended, with the panes falling away and the world reassembling itself.

The bats were still coming.

Akira moved.

She stepped forward into the wave and turned her shoulders.

The first bat passed her by a finger’s width, its jaws closing on air behind her ear. She didn’t watch it go.

Her flail came up as she turned and smashed through the second bat, shattering it into pieces.

Her third step took her sideways between a pair of them, so close their wings brushed her armor on both sides, and neither of them touched her. She’d already known they wouldn’t.

She glided.

There was no other word for it. She moved through the swarm like a woman walking through falling leaves, and the leaves fell all around her and never landed.

She turned when a bat came in and it missed. She stepped when a bat came low and it went under her.

Her flail flicked out to the left and a bat’s head was simply pulverized.

It flicked to the right and a wing flew off in a spray of shards.

She never once looked at the bats she was smashing. Her eyes were already looking at the next thing, moving towards the place the vision had shown her would be empty an instant from now.

And when she arrived it was empty, and then she moved again.

Bats died and kept missing around her. She did not stop and she did not hurry.

Somewhere off to her right, Melody’s voice rose over the shrieking, a wordless yell of effort, and there was the crunch of a mace on crystal, and another, and another.

Behind her, Karrakas’s bow sang, but Akira didn’t turn towards any of it. Her whole world was the path in front of her and the sword in her hand.

She smashed through another bat, then she paused.

She looked down at the shattered remains of the bat she’d just killed, and then up at the ones still swarming her.

Her expression was cold as she studied them, trying to figure out why the [Death Bolt] had failed.

Was it because they were already dead or because they were made of crystal?

Her mind went to the Automatons they’d faced recently. The way her [Death Bolt] only hurt their skin, but not their metallic main body. Maybe it was roughly the same thing.

But she noticed something else.

The beasts looked feral.

They flung themselves at her without care for their own bodies, and without regard for anything but hunger and rage.

And that was wrong, because bats didn’t hunt like this, and it was doubly wrong because they’d opened this fight by taking out the lights first, and if they were really feral, they wouldn’t have ever thought to do that.

Which could only mean one thing.

Something had made them do that.

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