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Blunt force attacks did minimal damage, and stabbing had not brought about any significant results either. There was, however, a seconds delay after the vine pierced forward and before it could pull back. Cryoflame was extremely effective against them, but Nero would be drained of all his aether if he had to rely on his flame to kill the vines.

But at the same time, he couldn\'t afford to extinguish his flames completely, either. If nothing else, then just the light from the blue flame helped him fight better in the darkness. By now, the emergency lights were so dim he would not be surprised if they turned off completely any second.

He dodged a vine attack from behind him, and with a quick swing of his dagger, cut it off. Now that he had surmised their behaviour, he considered how he would deal with them. While they displayed regrettable resistance to simple attacks such as kicks and pushes, their poor control over their bodies often caused them to lose their balance as a result. If nothing else, this was a good delaying tactic.

He had not been able to find or identify some sort of central core which he could take out to kill them, but cutting off the vines with which they attacked seemed to be the most suitable method for now.

Not only did it cause the vines pain, which slowed them down further and bought him more time to react, he could tell they were leaking some kind of liquid or blood through the vines.

If nothing else worked, he had no problem killing them with a 1000 cuts!

With his plan of attack decided, he dismissed all irrelevant thoughts, as he could afford no distractions at this time.

The two creatures showed remarkable coordination, striking with their vines at the same time while aiming for different body parts. Against a slightly less trained foe, this single attempt would prove lethal, but against Nero it hardly made a difference. He dodged and swiped, cutting off a single vine and not getting greedy in pursuit of cutting down two.

There was a subtle shift in the flow of combat. The creature which had its vine cut slowed down while the other kept attacking, yet that only produced an opportunity for Nero to cut its vine as well.

Just as Nero gained somewhat of an advantage, the third creature arrived, and hurled itself at Nero. Without missing a beat, the other two creatures struck with vines as well.

Nero jumped towards a wall, used the dent in it as leverage to get somewhat of a foothold, and then jumped off it again.

The card in his left hand was Air push, but instead of using the spell, he bent the card between his fingers, compromising its durability, but then used the built up tension to launch it across the hall. The razor thin card sliced through two of the vine before getting lodged in the ground.

The two creatures shrieked while the third fell on the ground, just in time for Nero to land on its back.

Nero\'s body trembled with exhilaration as copious amounts of adrenaline pumped through his veins. He was bursting with even more energy than the steak from the previous day had given him, and he entered a state of excitement he had never felt before. Just reacting was no longer enough. He needed to attack!

Without letting himself get overexcited, and maintaining perfect awareness of his surroundings, he allowed his emotions to take control of his body as he began cutting through vines even before the creatures attacked.

With each attack, he was becoming faster, sharper, stronger. Battle lust reeked off his body as he employed hit-and-run tactics between three enemies in a tight corridor. The creature\'s teamwork became a tool he used against them. The tight enclosure became his hunting ground instead of prison. Nero became a predator instead of prey.

His mind was absolutely cold, and devoid of distractions, as if protected by a blue flame that encompassed it and kept it perfectly cool, while his body burned for the first time with glorious passion. Like a cicada, he was moulting from a child who trained and turning into a well-trained warrior.

It was like his entire life before this he had just been a prelude, and now he was truly awakening as a true Kolari.

Down the hall Isa stood stunned as, without even realising it, he achieved the single feat he thought was impossible. He blocked out all other emotions and was mesmerised by the four overwhelming, beating, throbbing, pillars of emotions in front of him.

Three of them were identical - filled with pain, fear, anxiety, frustration and a savage and ever growing hunger. The fourth… the fourth was a raging, all-consuming flame that was being perfectly channelled through a vessel that seemed too small to contain it.

A blue blur danced between three figures that slowly started retreating, cutting, slicing, bleeding and freeze-burning, but they could never retreat far enough. The shrieks of anger quickly turned into wails of pain.

Isa could not help but tremble as he felt a bit of fear that was, for once, his own. In the dark, decrepit hallway covered in blood and debris, it was the three monsters that were facing the true horror.

The emergency lights finally turned off, completely turning the nightmare into a symphony of horror as the dark fiend continued its hunt.

At some point, unknown to himself, Nero\'s shirt was torn, revealing his muscular, rippling body under the ominous blue glow. His tattoos were, for the first time, revealed in their full majesty and perhaps it was a trick of the light, or maybe it was the shadows, but they seemed to slowly move and flow on his back, dancing in delight at the plight of Nero\'s victims.

The change was sudden. The creatures had run out of vines that they could thrust forward, leaving only the ones wrapped around their bodies for defence. Nero cut one of the vines on the student\'s neck, managing to keep the student\'s neck uncut at the same time, when the creature collapsed.

As if it had lost all strength, its feet buckled, dropping the student right there in the corridor. But Nero did not assume victory, as a part of his mind was conscious of the fact that this could just be a trap. He showed it his back anyway as he turned to the others to cut them as well.

But there was no trap. The creature did not move anymore, and soon, the other two buckled as well, dropping to the floor as if they were completely dead, leaving Nero standing in the middle, surrounded by bodies.

He stopped moving as he took this opportunity to catch his breath, breathing heavily, finally revealing his figure under the light of his flame. He was covered in some kind of liquid, though whether it was sweat, blood, or the liquid bled from the vines was unknown. The only thing that was certain was that Nero felt something change in himself.

He felt that maybe he finally understood his mothers sayings a little better. He thought the Kolari would die on the battlefield because they were brave warriors who were not afraid of death. But maybe, just maybe, the Kolari were only truly alive in the heat of battle.

Despite the fact that he was surrounded by a piercing chill, and his every breath released a thick mist, he could feel his blood boil, his body burning with anticipation. It wasn\'t that he was immune to the fatigue of battle, far from it, but that he had trained for so long knowing he would have to endure it, that he could ignore it for much longer.

With eyes filled with more life than ever before, Nero turned and spotted the dark figure of a stunned Isa.

"Are they dead? Can you feel their emotions?" he asked, as if he had no doubt that Isa had managed to read their emotions successfully.

"They- they\'re dead," he affirmed, for the first time in a steady voice. Isa emerged from the door and stood opposite to Nero, observing him in a new light. Who was he? How could he do this? These questions and more clouded Isa\'s mind. But more than anything, Isa felt an unusual yearning he had never felt before.

For the first time in years, since he had become a Neophyte, he was not a victim to the emotions of everyone around him. No, instead, he was strengthened by the emotions of Nero in front of him, and so he yearned.

He yearned to learn more about this enigmatic student, and follow him, even if that meant walking deeper into the terror that had gripped their hostel.

"To be more specific, the more you cut them, the stronger their hunger became. Eventually, their hunger became overwhelming, right before all their emotions disappeared. I believe the vines died, or are at least in an unconscious state, probably due to aether deprivation."

"Good. Now, do you think you can focus on specific targets?"