Chapter 722 - Translation

<h1>Chapter 722 164.4 - The Attack</h1><p>Chapter 722 164.4 - The Attack</p><p>The air thickened with tension as the operatives moved closer, their movements coordinated, weapons gleaming faintly under the suppressed glow of the room. Irina's hazel eyes scanned their formation, her sharp mind already calculating trajectories and counters. With her flames suppressed, she turned to the power she knew she could rely on her [Telekinesis].</p><p>She exhaled sharply, focusing her mana. Invisible threads pulsed outward, gripping the shattered debris scattered around her. Broken stone, shards of glass, and fragments of steel trembled before rising into the air, orbiting her like a swarm of deadly satellites.</p><p>"This will have to do,' she thought grimly.</p><p>-Telekinesis</p><p>The first wave of attackers surged forward, their weapons raised. A suppression baton crackled as it swung toward her head, but Irina's hand flicked upward. A chunk of steel shot through the air, intercepting the blow with a resonant clang that sent the operative stumbling back.</p><p>Another lunged from the side, wielding an enchanted blade designed to pierce defensive barriers. Irina twisted her wrist, sending a slab of stone hurtling toward him. The impact struck his chest, knocking him off his feet and sending him sprawling to the ground.</p><p>The operatives hesitated for a split second, recalibrating their approach. Irina didn't wait for them to regroup. With a sharp motion, she launched the debris outward, each piece finding its mark with unnerving precision. One shard struck an attacker's knee, forcing him down, while another slammed into the chest of a second, cracking his</p><p>armor.</p><p>-Body Enchantment</p><p>Even as her telekinesis created a defensive perimeter, Irina knew she couldn't rely on it alone. Her body was her last line of defense, and she wasn't going to be caught unprepared.</p><p>Closing her eyes for a brief moment, she reached inward, channeling her mana into her muscles and bones. Her limbs tingled with the familiar sensation of [Enhancement] magic taking hold. Her strength surged, her reflexes sharpened, and her stamina stabilized, even under the oppressive weight of the suppression field. When the next operative came at her, his blade swinging low toward her legs, she didn't dodge. Instead, she stepped forward, her enhanced leg sweeping upward in a brutal kick that connected with his weapon arm. The force of the blow disarmed him instantly, sending his weapon skittering across the floor.</p><p>Another operative closed in from behind, aiming for her blind spot. Irina's senses</p><p>--</p><p>flared, and she pivoted sharply. Her telekinesis caught a shard of glass mid-air, hurling it toward the attacker with deadly speed. The shard struck true, slicing across his shoulder and forcing him to retreat.</p><p>The operatives adjusted, coordinating their efforts with practiced movements. Suppression arrows rained down from above, their mana-laden tips glowing faintly. Irina's eyes darted upward, and with a sweeping motion of her hand, she redirected the debris around her to intercept the projectiles. Each arrow shattered on impact, the fragments falling harmlessly to the ground.</p><p>But the reprieve was brief. A group of three operatives charged her simultaneously, their enchanted weapons glowing faintly as they aimed to overwhelm her defenses.</p><p>Irina crouched low, her body coiling like a spring. Her telekinesis flared to life, lifting a massive slab of stone from the ground. With a sharp motion, she hurled it toward the group. The sheer force of the impact sent two operatives flying, while the third managed to sidestep the projectile.</p><p>He lunged at her, his blade aimed for her chest. Irina shifted her stance, her enhanced body moving with speed and precision. She caught his wrist mid-strike, her grip like iron. With a twist of her arm, she disarmed him, the blade clattering to the floor.</p><p>"Not today," she muttered, driving her knee into his stomach. The operative crumpled, gasping for air as he fell to the ground.</p><p>Despite her efforts, the sheer number of attackers was beginning to weigh on her. Sweat dripped down her temple, her breathing steady but labored. Her enhanced body could only sustain this level of exertion for so long, and the suppression field continued to press heavily on her mana reserves.</p><p>But Irina didn't falter. She tightened her focus, the debris around her swirling with renewed intensity. Each movement of her hands sent shards and fragments flying, her telekinesis acting as both sword and shield.</p><p>'I just need to hold on,' she thought, her resolve hardening. 'Astron will finish this. I just have to keep standing."</p><p>The next wave of operatives advanced, their confidence shaken but their intent unwavering. Irina raised her hands, her telekinetic grip tightening on every piece of debris within reach.</p><p>"Come on, then," she said, her voice steady despite the strain. "Let's see if you can keep up."</p><p>The battle raged on, but Irina stood firm, a force of will and raw power refusing to be overwhelmed. This wasn't just survival-it was defiance, and she wasn't going to let them take her down.</p><p>As the last of the operatives retreated momentarily, Irina's steady breath echoed in the smoke-filled hall. She tightened her grip on the swirling debris around her, her mind clear and her stance firm. But then, a new presence emerged-a chilling shift in the air that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.</p><p>Two figures stepped forward from the shadows, their movements deliberate and unhurried. Unlike the other operatives, these two radiated an aura of authority and danger, their confidence palpable.</p><p>Irina's sharp hazel eyes assessed them immediately. One of them carried a spear, its sleek, enchanted surface glowing faintly in the dim light. He was tall and lean, his movements precise as he twirled the weapon lazily in his hands. The other wielded a sword, its blade jagged and menacing, designed for more than just killing-it was made to inflict pain. This one was broader, his stance grounded and unshakable, his eyes gleaming with a cruel sense of amusement.</p><p>"Well, well," the swordsman said, his voice low and mocking. "Look at her. The Emberheart heiress, fighting so hard. Alone."</p><p>The spearman chuckled, his gaze sweeping over Irina with predatory intent. "Do you really think you can hold us off by yourself?" He tilted his head, his smirk widening. "How arrogant. Typical of the Emberhearts."</p><p>Irina didn't respond, her expression hardening as she steadied herself. She adjusted her stance slightly, her telekinetic barrier tightening around her.</p><p>"Silent now?" the swordsman sneered. "Or maybe... your boyfriend left you to deal with this mess on your own?" His words dripped with mockery. "Don't worry, though. He'll be following your direction soon enough."</p><p>Irina's jaw tightened, her grip on the swirling debris faltering for just a second. 'Ignore them, she told herself, forcing her focus back onto the fight. "Their words are just</p><p>another weapon!</p><p>The spearman took a step forward, his weapon spinning once before pointing directly at her. "Let's see how long she can last."</p><p>The spearman lunged first, his weapon moving with speed and precision. Irina redirected a chunk of debris toward him, but he sidestepped it effortlessly, closing the distance between them in an instant. His spear lashed out, the enchanted tip glinting as it sliced toward her.</p><p>Irina threw up a telekinetic barrier, catching the strike, but the force sent her skidding back a step. She countered immediately, sending shards of steel toward him, but the swordsman was already moving, his blade flashing as he intercepted the projectiles</p><p>mid-air.</p><p>"Not bad," the spearman said, his tone mocking. "But not good enough."</p><p>Before she could react, he thrust again, his spear grazing her side. Pain lanced through her as blood seeped from the cut, but she grit her teeth, refusing to falter. She lashed out telekinetically, forcing the two back momentarily.</p><p>The swordsman chuckled darkly, stepping forward as the spearman circled to her side.</p><p>"You're good," he admitted, his voice carrying a twisted sense of approval. "But we</p><p>don't need to kill you, do we?"</p><p>They weren't trying to end her life-they were trying to incapacitate her. To capture her. That much was evident from the start so she was not surprised at all.</p><p>'Hch....'</p><p>But well, that was going to be their mistake.</p><p>The spearman's enchanted weapon glinted in the dim light as it lunged forward, aimed with surgical precision at Irina's abdomen. Her muscles tensed, her body already bracing for the pain. Blood already seeped from shallow cuts across her arms and sides, her enhanced body pushed to its limit. But her resolve didn't waver. Just a little longer,' she thought, her hazel eyes fierce despite the exhaustion weighing</p><p>on her limbs. I can endure this. I trust him.'</p><p>The spear was mere inches away when it stopped.</p><p>A pulse of purple energy erupted between her and the spearman, an ethereal barrier</p><p>appearing out of nowhere. The energy shimmered, its surface swirling with intricate patterns as it spread across the battlefield. The spearman froze mid-strike, his arm trembling as he tried and failed to push past the invisible force.</p><p>"What is this?" he snarled, his voice carrying a note of panic. Irina's eyes widened, her breath catching as she took in the scene. The swordsman, too, found himself unable to move, his blade halted mid-swing. His expression twisted into one of confusion and anger as he struggled against the same force binding his</p><p>companion.</p><p>"It's him," Irina whispered, her voice laced with a mixture of relief and determination.</p><p>'Astron.'</p><p>The faint hum of suppression mana, a constant oppressive weight on her senses, began to fade. Irina's eyes flickered toward the edges of the room, and her heart</p><p>skipped a beat as she realized what was happening.</p><p>The veil suppressing her fire magic was disappearing.</p><p>She flexed her fingers instinctively, a flicker of flame sparking to life at her fingertips. The warmth spread quickly, familiar and comforting, as her connection to her core reignited. The suppression was gone, and her power-her fire-washers again. The spearman's struggle grew more frantic, his voice rising as he barked, "What kind</p><p>of trick is this?!"</p><p>The swordsman snarled, his tone sharp with frustration. "This isn't over! Do you hear</p><p>me, Emberheart?!"</p><p>Irina stepped forward, her flames igniting fully now, coiling around her arms like</p><p>living serpents. Her gaze was sharp, unyielding as she stared down her immobilized attackers. The pain in her body was still there, but it felt distant now, muted by the</p><p>surge of power coursing through her veins. "Heh.....Finally....."</p><p>It was her battlefield now.</p>

<h1>Chapitre 722 164.4 - L'Attaque</h1> <p>Chapitre 722 164.4 - L'Attaque</p> <p>L'atmosphère se chargea d'une tension palpable tandis que les agents progressaient en formation serrée, leurs armes émettant une lueur spectrales sous les lumières tamisées de la galerie. Les yeux noisette d'Irina analysèrent leur déploiement avec une acuité redoutable, son esprit tactique traçant déjà les schémas d'attaque et les ripostes potentielles. Privée de ses flammes par le champ suppressif, elle reporta toute sa confiance sur son dernier recours : la [Télékinésie].</p> <p>Elle expulsa l'air de ses poumons dans un souffle bref, canalisant son énergie magique. Des filaments invisibles de volonté se déployèrent en éventail, s'accrochant aux débris épars jonchant le sol. Gravats, éclats vitreux et fragments métalliques frémirent avant de s'élever dans un ballet aérien, formant autour d'elle une constellation de projectiles mortels.</p> <p>« Ça devrait suffire », songea-t-elle, la mâchoire serrée.</p> <p>- Télékinésie</p> <p>Le premier assaillant se rua sur elle, arme levée. La matraque anti-magie crépita en décrivant un arc vers son crâne, mais la main d'Irina fendit l'air dans un mouvement ascendant. Un éclat d'acier intercepta l'arme dans un choc métallique retentissant, déséquilibrant l'agent qui chancela en arrière.</p> <p>Un deuxième attaquant surgit sur sa droite, brandissant une lame runique conçue pour percer les protections magiques. D'une torsion du poignet, Irina projeta une dalle de pierre qui percuta sa cage thoracique avec une force propulsant l'homme au sol.</p> <p>Les assaillants marquèrent une hésitation infime, réévaluant leur stratégie. Irina ne leur concéda pas ce répit. D'un geste ample, elle dispersa son nuage de projectiles avec une précision chirurgicale. Un éclat atteignit un genou, forçant son propriétaire à ployer, tandis qu'un autre fissurait la cuirasse d'un second agent.</p> <p>- Enchantement corporel</p> <p>Bien que sa télékinésie constituât un rempart efficace, Irina savait ne pouvoir s'y fier exclusivement. Son corps demeurait son ultime bastion, et elle refusait de se laisser surprendre.</p> <p>Les paupières closes un instant, elle intériorisa son focus, insufflant son mana dans chaque fibre musculaire. La magie d'[Amélioration] irradia dans ses membres, provoquant ce picotement caractéristique. Sa force décupla, ses réflexes s'aiguisèrent, son endurance se stabilisa malgré l'oppression du champ suppressif. Quand le nouvel assaillant chargea, lame dirigée vers ses jambes, elle opta pour la contre-offensive. Sa jambe surpuissante balaya l'air en un coup circulaire qui heurta de plein fouet le bras armé, envoyant l'arme valser au sol.</p> <p>Une présence surgit dans son dos, exploitant son angle mort. Les sens aiguisés d'Irina l'alertèrent instantanément. Elle pivota sur elle-même tandis qu'un éclat de verre, guidé par sa volonté, transperçait l'épaule de l'assaillant, le contraignant à la retraite.</p> <p>Les agents adaptèrent leur tactique, synchronisant leurs mouvements avec une discipline martiale. Une pluie de flèches suppressives s'abattit du plafond, leurs pointes chargées d'énergie magique. Le regard d'Irina se leva, et d'un mouvement circulaire, elle redirigea son nuage de débris en bouclier intercepteur. Les projectiles se brisèrent en mille morceaux inoffensifs.</p> <p>La trêve fut éphémère. Trois agents fondirent sur elle simultanément, leurs armes enchantées traçant des sillons luminescents dans leur course mortelle.</p> <p>Irina plia les genoux, accumulant l'énergie comme un ressort comprimé. Sa télékinésie atteignit son paroxysme, arrachant une dalle de pierre au sol qu'elle projeta comme un boulet. L'impact projeta deux assaillants contre le mur, le troisième ayant juste esquivé.</p> <p>Ce dernier bondit, lame pointée vers son cœur. Dans un mouvement fluide, Irina intercepta son poignet d'une poigne d'acier, le désarmant d'une torsion experte. « Pas aujourd'hui », gronda-t-elle avant qu'un coup de genou précis ne plie l'homme en deux.</p> <p>Malgré sa maîtrise, le nombre commençait à peser. Des perles de sueur coulaient le long de ses tempes, sa respiration restant contrôlée mais laborieuse. Son corps enchanté atteignait ses limites temporelles, le champ suppressif siphonnant inlassablement ses réserves.</p> <p>Irina persista. Son emprise télékinétique se resserra, les débris orbitant avec une vélocité accrue. Chaque geste transformait les gravats en projectiles mortels, son pouvoir servant à la fois d'épée et de bouclier.</p> <p>« Tenir bon », s'ordonna-t-elle, raffermissant sa résolution. « Astron va intervenir. Je dois juste tenir. »</p> <p>La nouvelle vague d'assaillants approchait, moins confiante mais toujours déterminée. Irina leva ses mains, chaque parcelle de son champ de débirs vibrant sous son contrôle absolu.</p> <p>« Venez donc », lança-t-elle, la fatigue voilée par une détermination d'acier. « Montrez-moi de quoi vous êtes capables. »</p> <p>La mêlée faisait rage, mais Irina demeurait inébranlable, incarnation vivante de volonté indomptable. Ce n'était plus une question de survie—c'était un défi lancé, et elle refusait catégoriquement de céder.</p> <p>Alors que les derniers agents reculaient momentanément, le souffle régulier d'Irina résonna dans la salle enfumée. Son champ de débris tournoyait toujours, mais soudain, une nouvelle présence glaça l'air, faisant hérisser sa nuque.</p> <p>Deux silhouettes émergèrent des ténèbres, leur démarche calculée. Contrairement aux autres, ces guerriers irradiaient une aura de menace palpable, leur assurance absolue.</p> <p>Le regard perçant d'Irina les évalua instantanément. Le premier, longiligne, maniait une lance aux reflets énigmatiques. Le second, massif, brandissait une épée dentelée conçue pour maximiser la souffrance—un tortionnaire plutôt qu'un simple combattant.</p> <p>« Tiens donc », ricana l'épéiste d'une voix mielleuse. « L'héritière Emberheart, jouant les héroïnes solitaires. Pathétique. »</p> <p>Le lancier eut un rictus prédateur. « Tu crois sincèrement résister à nous deux ? » Son sourire s'élargit. « L'arrogance des Emberhearts reste légendaire. »</p> <p>Irina garda le silence, resserrant son emprise télékinétique.</p> <p>« Mutisme ? » persifla l'épéiste. « Ou bien ton petit ami t'aurait abandonnée à ton sort ? » Son ton devint cruel. « Sois sans crainte—vous serez bientôt réunis. »</p> <p>Les doigts d'Irina se crispèrent, son champ de débris vacillant fugacement. « Ne pas mordre à l'hameçon », s'ordonna-t-elle. « Leurs mots ne sont que projectiles psychologiques ! »</p> <p>Le lancier avança, sa lance décrivant un arc élégant avant de se figer sur sa cible. « Voyons la durée de ton endurance. »</p> <p>Son attaque éclata comme un éclair. Irina contre-attaqua avec un projectile, esquivé avec aisance. La lance étincelante fendit l'air, et bien que sa barrière télékinétique amortît le choc, la force la fit reculer.</p> <p>« Correct », concéda le lancier, narquois. « Mais insuffisant. »</p> <p>Avant qu'elle ne contre-attaque, la pointe effleura ses côtes, traçant un sillon brûlant. Irina serra les dents, ignorant la douleur tandis que l'épéiste encerclait, lame levée.</p> <p>« Talentueuse », admit ce dernier avec une admiration malsaine. « Mais inutile de te tuer... n'est-ce pas ? »</p> <p>Leur intention devenait claire—une capture vivante. Irina l'avait deviné depuis le début.</p> <p>« Hch... »</p> <p>Erreur fatale.</p> <p>La lance s'abattit vers son abdomen dans un éclair argenté. Les muscles d'Irina se tendirent, anticipant l'impact. Son corps, couvert d'entailles superficielles, atteignait ses limites. Pourtant, sa détermination flamboyait. « Encore quelques instants », pensa-t-elle, les yeux brillants d'une lueur fauve. « Je tiendrai. Je lui fais confiance. »</p> <p>La pointe s'immobilisa à un cheveu de sa peau.</p> <p>Une barrière violette érupta entre eux, énergie pure tissée de runes complexes. Le lancier se figea, muscles saillants sous l'effort vain de poursuivre son geste.</p> <p>« Quel sortilège ?! » hurla-t-il, voix étranglée par la panique. L'épéiste, également immobilisé, gronda de frustration impuissante.</p> <p>« C'est lui », murmura Irina, un sourire furtif aux lèvres.</p> <p>« Astron. »</p> <p>Le bourdonnement oppressant du champ suppressif s'atténuait. Irina perçut le changement avant même de voir les runes faiblir. Ses doigts s'agitèrent instinctivement—une flamme dansa à leur extrémité. La chaleur familière irradia, son noyau magique se reconnectant violemment.</p> <p>« Quel tour de passe-passe ?! » beugla le lancier.</p> <p>L'épéiste grinça des dents. « Ce n'est pas terminé, Emberheart ! »</p> <p>Les flammes enveloppèrent Irina telles des serpents incandescents. La douleur s'éclipsa devant le torrent de puissance. « Enfin... »</p> <p>L'arène lui appartenait désormais.</p>