The past was built upon collecting unique characteristics.

Diana's golden pupils, hidden beneath her helmet, flickered and instantly locked onto a figure that suddenly accelerated.

In the instant his wrist flipped, the longsword, gleaming with a cold, eerie blue light, precisely met the oncoming rainbow of light.

The cold, blue light of the sword clashed and collided with the iridescent light of the short knife, producing a series of clanging metallic sounds.

Under Diana's fluid yet incredibly powerful offensive, "Morian" quickly began to falter and was completely drawn into her rhythm.

The longsword left a trail of afterimages as it pierced out at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

puff!

The sound of a sharp blade piercing through a body rang out. Just as the longsword pierced deep into the chest, the stabbed figure suddenly froze, then transformed into countless scattered rainbow lights, dissolving into the air.

Is it a clone? A trace of incomprehensible confusion flashed in the golden eyes of the inner demon Diana.

The real Morian had already appeared like a ghost to her side, and while she was piercing the clone with her longsword, he quietly completed his power-gathering.

The one she just clashed with was indeed her true form, not a clone; even the inner demon's perception could not be wrong about this.

However, just before being pierced, Morian managed to "swap positions" with his pre-prepared clone.

The scorching, violent fire element gathered in his palm, and this time it was no longer in the shape of a spear! It was a longbow made entirely of pure flames, radiating terrifying heat!

The blazing white arrowhead locked onto the very center of Diana's breastplate, the core point where the spiderweb-like cracks were most concentrated.

Whoosh!

The blazing white arrow flew from the bow, tracing a straight path through space and hitting the target point with unparalleled precision.

Boom!

A deafening explosion, accompanied by a blinding flash of light, roared and instantly engulfed the entire training ground!

The shockwave spread at the speed of light from the point of impact, and the rolling flames and thick smoke instantly engulfed most of the knight's body.

Amid the scorching heatwave, Morian stared intently at the epicenter of the explosion, not daring to let his guard down for a moment.

Before long, the billowing smoke and flames slowly dissipated.

The first thing to be revealed was the scattered fragments of dark blue armor, followed by Diana's slightly disheveled figure gradually becoming clear.

...Did it work?

As Morian's thoughts raced and he was about to deliver the final blow, he suddenly felt a chill creep up his spine—a frantic warning from his intuition!

No, that's not right!

The familiar aura before me was exactly the same as the one I felt during the conflict at the firm that night!

Diana slowly raised her head, and the scattered fragments of armor on the ground began to dissipate into specks of spiritual light.

The knight at the epicenter of the explosion slowly uttered four words in an unusually calm tone:

"Armed - Liberation".

The moment the voice fell, an overwhelming spiritual pressure swept across the entire training ground once again without reservation!

The powerful aura forced Morian to take several steps back before he could barely maintain his balance and avoid being caught in it.

Just then, a ray of bright moonlight suddenly shone down from the dome, its gentle glow enveloping Diana's tattered armor.

Wherever the light passed, the shattered armor of punishment quickly melted away, replaced by a set of light clothing unlike any armor before.

It was a magnificent and impeccably tailored dark blue officer's uniform, with a silver sheen that flowed quietly over the epaulets and the patterns on the clothes, as if woven from moonlight.

A dark gray robe appeared naturally behind her, billowing in the wind, exuding mystery and majesty.

A slender, pure-looking sword, accompanied by its scabbard, was formed from a radiant glow in her right hand.

At this moment, Diana's temperament underwent a complete transformation. She was no longer the heavy and fierce knight form, nor the sharp and murderous form, but instead possessed an ethereal and tranquil feeling.

Her cold, golden eyes stared directly at the enemy, her fair right hand resting lightly on the scabbard of the long sword at her waist.

The next instant, the blade was drawn!

She remained standing still, but a phantom figure identical to her appeared out of thin air before Morian, wielding the same crescent-shaped longsword, and slashed down upon him.

A Stand attack?! Morian didn't have time to be shocked; he quickly leaped backward to avoid the fatal blow.

However, the illusory figure that was slashed away vanished without a trace in the instant the blade missed its mark, disappearing into an invisible patch of moonlight.

While dodging, Morian didn't forget to scatter several clusters of emerald green light, imbued with the aura of "abundance," across the training ground.

Once these orbs of light come into contact with the ground or walls, they begin to continuously emit gentle spiritual energy, replenishing his rapidly depleted spiritual energy.

Suppressing the weakness brought on by the near depletion of spiritual energy, Morian used tentacles that quietly emerged from the shadows to wrap around his body, propelling him backward.

At the very moment the illusory figure vanished, the air beside him suddenly rippled, and Diana's true form appeared there without warning, as if traversing spatial distance!

The real, hazy-colored longsword was swung out silently, aimed straight for the neck.

A bizarre ability... its attack methods and locations are completely unpredictable...

Morian quickly made a decision in his mind and activated "Transport" for the third time without hesitation, moving to a safe location.

Before figuring out the opponent's strange ability mechanics, it's best to avoid direct confrontation.

As soon as he regained his footing in the distance, Morian immediately raised his hand and snapped his fingers crisply.

Immediately afterwards, the shadow beneath his feet began to surge violently, and a pitch-black wolf shadow exuding a strong bloody aura rushed towards him at lightning speed along the path of the shadow.

In an instant, the wolf's shadow transformed into a terrifying head tens of meters tall, opening its gaping maw as if it could devour everything, and lunged at Diana, who had just appeared.

This is precisely the new ability that comes from unlocking the second seal.

In her "armed" state, Diana is like a ghost under the moon, each step she takes has a strange rhythm, and each attack comes from the most unexpected direction.

But this time, she was unable to completely avoid the massive attack. The wolf-shaped shadow head, tens of meters high, snapped shut, completely engulfing the figure.

However, swallowed by the shadows, Diana simply closed her cold, golden eyes slowly...

A vast yet tranquil spiritual wave silently spread out from her center, like ripples created by a stone thrown into a still lake, instantly sweeping over Morian, across the entire dilapidated training ground, and covering every corner within sight!

Absolute silence enveloped everything; only the sound of one's own heartbeat and breathing was amplified, sounding exceptionally clear and exceptionally lonely.

In the blink of an eye, the empty and desolate training ground disappeared, replaced by a vast and boundless lake.

The lake reflects a lone, bright moon, the water and sky meeting indistinctly, making one feel as if they are in a strange world composed entirely of mirrors and moonlight.

Morian still vividly remembers that feeling; the last time he experienced something similar was on that cold, rainy night.

Spiritual Construction – “Mirror Flower, Water Moon”!

Under the cold moonlight, Morian clearly felt that his spiritual perception was greatly disturbed.

Meanwhile, on the lake not far ahead, Diana had already silently broken free from the shadows.

She remained standing quietly on the lake not far away, her eyes still closed, her long, snow-white hair swaying gently in the breeze.