Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 292

Chapter 292: The Power of Space

For the first time in her life, Nyx managed to grip onto more power than she should have been able to do. In this moment, worried for the life of her best friend, her power surged above and beyond her current supposed power level. Such was the power of Telekinesis. Its might relied less on the Mana and Magic stats, and more on one’s mental strength and endurance.

The air shivered.

A pulse of psychic force erupted from her core, making every loose stone rattle, every strand of web tremble. Her previously normal, human eyes flared into blazing constellations spiraling across her irises. Her veins strained, becoming visible beneath her skin, each heartbeat pumping more raw space-energy into her hands.

The world around her bent, with the edges of stone warping and any other sound muffling into a distant echo. Dust motes froze mid-air, trapped in the gravity well forming around her. Her breath hitched once, then steadied as her mind coiled tighter, denser, hungrier.

Reality strained like glass about to crack.

"Haaaaaaaah!"

With a raw, resonant cry, Nyx released it all. The ground beneath her shuddered, and the burst of telekinetic force made the entire chamber feel as if it had been yanked inside-out for a heartbeat before snapping back.

The force pushed Kaiden from her grip out as if he were a loose ballista bolt, hurling him forward with bone-snapping velocity straight toward the Countess’s face.

Wind roared against his ears, and his cheeks began peeling back as if trying to tear free from his skull. He couldn’t even blink; his eyelids felt glued open by the velocity. Every heartbeat was a thunderclap in his chest, and the stone floor blurred beneath him in a dizzying streak.

Through the pain and the roaring wind, his gaze found her, Luna. The girl was suspended high in the air, thrashing against the monster’s venom-laced bindings and the Countess’s massive claw still covering her eyes.

That sight alone drowned the fear away from his mind, drowning out even the raw ache of his skin threatening to peel off. The only thing left was the need. The need to reach her. To rip her free and save the love of his life.

His free hand moved to clench around his other hand, helping reduce its strain. The knuckles of his hand whitened as he forced the blade to align perfectly in front of him. He locked his shoulders, tightening every muscle so that the sheer force wouldn’t tear the weapon from his grip.

The Countess, meanwhile, was too lost in her own pleasure to notice the incoming threat. This was her flaw. She did not possess a warrior’s discipline, but a glutton’s arrogance. Borrowed strength had made her reckless, comfortable, too certain that no threat could pierce her fun.

She was savoring Luna’s panicked gasps, drawing out the cruelty, barely sparing a thought for the others. The mages? She’d decided she could handle them without even looking. Kaiden wasn’t even worth a thought in her mind. What could a melee warrior do against an enemy who was currently glued to the ceiling of a tall room using her webs?

Nothing. Throw their weapon desperately, maybe.

She didn’t expect a human missile to come screaming at her from below.

Kaiden’s arc carried him high, high enough to see the Countess’s inhuman advantage: she had latched herself to the ceiling with thick strands of web, dangling over the chamber like a predator spider.

Too late, her head snapped toward him.

The blade came down in a silver blur.

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