Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 895

Chapter 895: Devastating Class Manifestations

Luna slapped her palm on the artifact before the containment shields had finished settling.

STORM VALKYRIE.

The faint F-tier glow lasted a fraction of a second before it tore upward through every tier the same way Nyx’s had, and the containment artifacts at the room’s four corners flared to life, humming with mana, doing their jobs for the first time all day.

They lasted about three seconds.

Purple-white lightning crawled up Luna’s arm from the orb and spread across her shoulders, forking down her back, wrapping her body in a lattice of storm energy that brightened with every heartbeat. Her purple hair lifted and crackled, individual strands separating and floating as static charge saturated the air around her. The grin on her face widened with each tier the reading climbed through.

The shields screamed. The angular devices at the four corners pulsed white-hot, pouring mana into barriers that bent inward under the pressure of what they were trying to hold.

"Get behind us!" One of the guards stepped in front of the examiner, and sweat was already darkening his collar.

His colleagues formed up around the officials and the equipment, combat stances locked, hands on their weapons, and all of them sweating because they understood exactly how useless those stances were against this.

Luna looked up from the orb. Lightning arced between her fingers and danced across her cheekbones. Her expression had passed entertainment and arrived somewhere closer to madness.

"They say Fatty is the best at controlling her power." She tilted her head toward Nyx. "But like an amateur, she released it right here. Watch this!"

Her entire body blazed white.

Storm energy erupted from her in a whirling vortex that swallowed the pedestal, the shields, and every light source in sight.

Purple-white lightning spiraled around her in dense, screaming arcs, each one bright enough to leave afterimages. The air crackled and popped, ozone flooding each breath. The temperature swung so violently that the consoles fogged over, the windows frosting at their edges.

"We need more defenses!" The younger technician was pressed flat against the far wall behind two guards, both of whom looked like they agreed with her but had nowhere further to retreat.

"Here. We. GO!" Luna screamed, a raw, wild, joyful sound, and pushed.

The vortex blasted outward through the walls and windows without breaking either. Every volt of storm energy she’d been building in that room tore through the building’s structure and detonated into the sky above the Association headquarters in a cascade of purple-white lightning that lit the clouds from within, thunder rolling across the city in a shockwave that rattled windows for blocks.

The crowd below erupted. Tens of thousands of people who’d been watching the stream through their awakened interface saw the Storm Valkyrie’s declaration from the inside, saw her body wreathed in lightning, saw her choose to send it skyward instead of through them, and the roar that followed shook the barricades. They were screaming her name. They were celebrating.

Luna stood at the pedestal with her hand still on the orb, breathing hard, wild-eyed, purple hair settling around her shoulders as the last sparks died.

The reading peaked. Same as Nyx, to the last decimal.

"It’s the same as Nyx Cosmos’s read..." the examiner announced, her voice trembling.

Luna looked at the examiner.

She was still behind the guard, one hand gripping the back of his tactical vest. Her instruments were fogged. Her hands were shaking.

"Read it properly. There must be a mistake."

The examiner swallowed, extracted herself from behind the guard, and crossed to her console on legs that weren’t entirely steady. She wiped the fog from the screen, ran the comparison twice, and looked up.

"Identical. Same value. Same... everything."

Luna stared at the readout. Her jaw worked. For one very tense second she looked ready to rip the artifact off its pedestal and smash it through the floor.

She scoffed. "Guess it really is malfunctioning."

She pulled her hand back, cracked her neck, and strutted back to the lineup.

Nyx was waiting with her arms crossed and her chin tilted, pink hair framing an expression so smug it could have cracked the shields all on its own.

"Bestie," she purred. "That was a cool light show. Any circus would be happy to have you."

Luna’s eye twitched.

"Just for the record." Nyx glanced at the examiner, then at the younger one still pressed against the wall, then back at Luna. "What I did earlier? If I hadn’t controlled it, Miss Examiner and her technicians would’ve become compressed meat paste."

The examiner went white. Her colleague made a sound that wasn’t quite a word.

Nyx giggled, sly and bright. "I wanted to make a statement, so I let a tiny little drop through~ That was all~"

The silence that followed was the silence of professionals recalculating whether their hazard pay covered this.

"We need more defenses," the examiner said instantly.

More minutes passed as the association made a second round of preparations, then Aria stepped up.

Where Luna had charged the pedestal, Aria walked to it.

No rush, no theater, each step landing with the quiet grace that made the armed guards forget they were guarding anything.

Silver hair caught the overhead light and scattered it. Her fingertips reached toward the orb’s surface the way they extended toward a target on the battlefield: with calm, absolute certainty about what would happen next.

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