The Invincible Young Master

Amelia narrowed her eyes, focusing on the scene unfolding before her. She had never seen anything like this—it wasn't just a battle; it was a one-sided massacre.

She glanced at Spark, who stood beside her, his expression unreadable as he observed the chaos.

"What... what is that?" Amelia muttered, unable to tear her eyes away from the scene ahead.

Spark, who had floated to a stop beside her, observed the creature with a calm, almost detached expression.

The soft light surrounding him faded as he slowly descended to the ground, his feet touching down lightly on the scorched earth.

"That," he replied thoughtfully, "is not something you see every day."

As they continued to watch, the creature moved with terrifying speed, cutting down the fleeing figures one by one.

The once-mighty force that had surrounded the crater was now reduced to a scattering of survivors, their numbers dwindling with each passing second.

The few remaining warriors around the crater were ruthlessly slaughtered by the monstrous four-armed creature.

Its massive limbs swung with deadly precision, each strike leaving another lifeless body in its wake.

The once overwhelming force of the warriors had been decimated, leaving only a handful of survivors.

"I can't just stand by and watch this," Amelia muttered.

Without another word, she dashed forward, her form blurring as she sped toward the battlefield, leaving Spark behind.

The four-armed giant, still in a frenzy, scanned the area for its next target.

It spotted a small group of warriors huddled together, their faces pale with fear.

With a menacing growl, the creature began to lumber toward them, its colossal feet shaking the earth with each step.

Just as the creature was about to strike, it suddenly paused, its attention drawn to its feet.

A layer of frost had begun to form around its legs, quickly thickening into solid ice that rooted it to the spot.

The giant let out an enraged roar, struggling against the ice that bound it.

For a moment, it seemed as though the ice would hold, but with a deafening crack, the creature shattered the frozen restraints, freeing itself with a mighty stomp.

Before it could continue its rampage, Amelia appeared above the creature, hovering effortlessly in the air.

To the giant, she appeared nothing more than a tiny, insignificant insect, but her presence was impossible to ignore.

The creature's glowing red eyes locked onto her, and with a guttural roar, it extended one of its massive arms, reaching out to crush her in its grasp.

Amelia's eyes narrowed in concentration, her hands glowing with a cold, blue light.

As the creature's hand drew closer, frost began to spread across its skin, rapidly encasing the outstretched limb in a thick layer of ice.

The freezing cold spiraled downward, wrapping around the creature's body and enveloping it entirely.

In the span of a single breath, the four-armed giant was transformed into an enormous ice sculpture, its grotesque form frozen in place.

Below, the surviving warriors watched in stunned silence, their eyes wide with disbelief. The once-unstoppable creature was now an immobile ice statue.

Slowly, the realization dawned on them, and a few began to raise their hands in a triumphant celebration.

But their victory was short-lived. Amelia's expression remained cold as she surveyed the scene.

"You all, leave this area," Amelia's voice echoed across the battlefield, amplified by a touch of magic.

The warriors, still emboldened by their perceived victory, hesitated.

One of them, a burly figure with a scar running down his face, shouted back, "What? You want to take everything for yourself?"

Another warrior, encouraged by the first, added, "We lost our brothers fighting this thing. How could you take it all for yourself?"

"Yes!" chimed in another. "We were the ones who weakened it. We deserve our share!"

Amelia's gaze turned icy as she looked down at them. She knew that these warriors were often driven by raw strength and a desire for spoils, but their lack of awareness in this situation was infuriating.

She said nothing, merely watching them with a steely expression.

Crack!

A large piece of ice fell from the frozen giant, crashing to the ground with a thunderous sound.

The warriors flinched, their bravado faltering as they stared at the cracks spreading across the ice. The once-frozen giant was beginning to break free.

"This is the last time I'm warning you," Amelia's voice cut through the air like a blade. "Leave this area, or face the consequences."
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This time, her words had the desired effect.

The warriors, who had moments ago been demanding their share, now looked at the cracking ice with terror in their eyes.

Without another word, they turned and fled, their heavy footsteps echoing as they raced away from the crater.

Amelia watched as the last of the warriors disappeared into the distance, their hurried retreat leaving only silence behind.

Her attention shifted back to the four-armed giant, now encased in crumbling ice. Thin cracks snaked across the frozen surface, spreading rapidly as the creature struggled within its icy prison.

Crack!

A thunderous roar erupted from the giant as it finally shattered the ice that had held it captive.

The beast shook off the remnants of frost, its glowing red eyes glaring at Amelia with fury.

But this time, instead of charging at her in a blind rage, the creature paused. It brought its four massive arms together, clasping them in a strange, ominous gesture.

The ground beneath it began to ripple with energy.

The earth trembled violently, cracks forming in the soil and radiating outward like spider webs.

Without warning, a large boulder tore itself free from the ground and hurtled toward Amelia with incredible speed.

She remained calm, raising her palm toward the incoming boulder.

With a single, effortless wave, the massive rock disintegrated into a cloud of dust.

"It can even use earth magic," she mused aloud, her gaze growing more curious as she observed the creature.

Another boulder hurtled toward Amelia, followed by another and another, each one larger than the last.

With a wave of her hand, she effortlessly shattered each rock, reducing them to nothing but debris.

However, the constant barrage showed no signs of stopping, and Amelia's expression hardened as she realized the giant was trying to wear her down.

"No more playing around," she muttered, rising higher into the sky. The air around her shimmered as she ascended, a faint glow emanating from her body.

"I haven't tested my strength since reaching Ethereal Manifestation," she continued, a glint in her eyes. "This is the perfect opportunity."

As Amelia ascended, her right arm began to glow with a soft, ethereal light.

She raised it high above her head, her voice calm and commanding as she invoked her power.

[Tears of the Goddess]

In response to her words, the clouds above parted, revealing a darkened sky.

From the heavens, an enormous, mountain-sized hailstone descended, its surface shimmering with a cold, otherworldly light.

The sheer size and speed of the descending ice sent shockwaves through the air, filling the battlefield with an aura of impending doom.

Below, the giant sensed the overwhelming danger looming above. It tried to move, but its massive feet were still partially frozen, trapping it in place.

Desperate, the creature wrapped itself in a thick cocoon of earth, pulling the ground up around it in a final attempt to shield itself from the oncoming attack.

Boom!

The colossal hailstone collided with the earthen barrier, the impact creating a sound that echoed for miles.

A wave of freezing energy exploded outward, instantly turning the surrounding landscape into a frozen wasteland. Trees, rocks, and even the ground itself were encased in a thick layer of ice, sparkling in the pale light.

Amelia hovered in the sky, her eyes locked on the aftermath of her attack.

The crater where the giant had once stood was now an icy chasm, steam rising from the still-settling frost. For a moment, everything was silent, the battlefield frozen in both time and space.

But as the ice began to settle, a low, rumbling growl echoed from within the frozen earth.

Amelia's eyes narrowed as she peered down at the crater, sensing a lingering presence beneath the icy surface.

"So, you're not done yet," she muttered, "Very well. I'll make sure you don't get back up."

She raised her hand once more, ready to deliver the final blow, when a sudden flash of light from the crater caught her attention.

The ice cracked and splintered, and a massive, bloodied arm burst forth from the frozen ground, clawing at the air.

The creature emerged, bloodied and battered, its once-mighty frame now limping with two of its four arms missing.

Its body was a gruesome sight of torn flesh and shattered bones. Yet, despite the severe injuries, the giant forced itself to stand, towering defiantly in the crater.

Amelia watched in silence, a faint hint of admiration flickering in her eyes.

"What a tenacious creature," she murmured, impressed by its sheer will to survive.

For someone—or something—to endure an attack of that magnitude was indeed worthy of respect. However, as the giant steadied itself, she knew it was driven only by primal instinct or some dark command. There would be no reasoning with it; she would have to kill it.

As she observed the creature, her eyes frowned at the sight.

The giant's sides, where its wounds were most severe, began to writhe unnaturally. What had seemed like exposed muscle and tissue now moved like a mass of wriggling worms.

Slowly, the flesh around the open wounds started to knit back together, the giant's injuries healing right before her eyes.

Its legs, once frozen stiff and fractured, began to mend—bones realigning and muscles regenerating at an alarming rate.

The stubs of its severed arms bubbled and stretched as new limbs sprouted, growing rapidly until they were whole.

In mere moments, the giant was restored to its full, terrifying form, all four arms intact, its body showing no sign of the previous damage.