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The Spirit of Vengeance—Gwen. Her current form resembled the Ghost Rider, except her flames burned blue, and unlike him, she could transform
The Spirit of Vengeance—Gwen.
Her current form resembled the Ghost Rider, except her flames burned blue, and unlike him, she could transform even in broad daylight.
Compared to Ghost Rider's hellfire, Gwen's blue flames were slightly weaker in destructive power, but they carried an additional ability—the power to heal.
Because Gwen was still just a child, her transformation into a flaming skeleton didn't appear terrifying. Instead, she looked oddly small and almost adorable.
Her jade-like bones, the shimmering blue fire, and the mysterious flame symbols etched across her clothes made her look less like a monster and more like a work of skeletal art.
"Whoosh!"
Gwen instinctively exhaled, but instead of air, a tongue of blue fire flared from her mouth.
She moved her body tentatively, then began walking steadily toward the battlefield.
With each step, everyone on the field noticed the small, blue-flamed skeleton approaching.
"What the hell is that!?"
Donald Pierce screamed in shock.
His mercenaries stared at the bizarre sight, a chill shooting up their spines.
Logan frowned at the burning skeleton, feeling a strange sense of familiarity.
Inside the car, however, Caliban—who had witnessed Gwen's entire transformation—was practically gasping nonstop.
Charles glanced at him doubtfully, wondering if he was leaking air like a broken balloon.
"It's Gwen!" Caliban finally turned and explained.
Charles immediately started "leaking" as well.
The only one unaffected was Laura.
Like a feral wolf pup, she continued to tear through her enemies with precision and savagery, her claws slicing mercilessly as she harvested lives.
Yes, harvested.
Even though the mercenaries were experienced fighters armed with guns, they had no advantage against Laura.
Using her small frame and razor-sharp claws, she darted between them, tearing them apart one by one.
At that moment, a skeleton wreathed in blue flames rushed toward her.
Laura instinctively swung her claws.
But Gwen twisted aside with ease, dodging, and then charged straight into the mercenaries.
Bang!
Gwen slammed into one mercenary with brutal force, sending him flying.
She paused, her hollow eyes locking onto her next target. Tilting her head slightly, she flared into motion again, becoming a streak of blue fire.
Bang! Bang!
Wherever Gwen passed, enemies were tossed aside or knocked unconscious.
She did not kill them.
Unlike Laura, Gwen had not been raised in bloodshed. Her environment was different—she was still too kind-hearted.
"Take her down! F**k!"
Pierce roared, grabbing a weapon and opening fire alongside his mercenaries.
Ratatatat!
Bullets rained down on Gwen, forcing her back as sparks of blue fire scattered from her skeletal form.
"Ahhh!"
Gwen cried out, her flames suddenly erupting. They expanded like a blazing shield, wrapping around her body.
Psshh! Psshh!
Bullets melted into molten droplets the instant they touched the fire, hissing as they fell to the ground.
A moment later, Gwen waved her hand sharply. The flames around her body shattered apart like fragments, which then streaked toward the mercenaries' guns.
In a chorus of screams, their weapons warped and melted into glowing slag.
At that moment, Laura was pinned to the ground by two mercenaries. Just as another raised handcuffs to lock her down, Gwen raised a finger. A spark of blue fire shot out, striking the handcuffs and reducing them to molten metal.
The next instant, Gwen charged.
She seized the throats of the two mercenaries holding Laura, hurled them away like ragdolls, and then stretched a flaming skeletal hand toward Laura.
Laura looked at the blazing white bones—and without hesitation—grabbed hold.
The next second, Gwen flung her straight toward Logan.
Laura twisted gracefully in midair, and with a furious childish roar, landed atop one of the men holding Logan down.
Shhhk!
Her twin claws stabbed deep. Blood spurted like a fountain as the mercenary fell clutching his throat.
Watching, Logan's expression grew complicated. Then, with a roar, he broke free with one arm and slashed—shearing off two enemy hands in an instant.
Climbing to his feet, Logan bellowed and rejoined the fight.
"Fk! Fk!"
Donald Pierce cursed loudly as he stumbled backward.
The situation was spiraling out of control.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Just as his hand touched the car door, a figure dropped from above, landing on the roof.
Pierce's head snapped up. A man in a simple T-shirt stood there, staring down at him.
Forcing a smile, Pierce said, "I wasn't going any—die!"
Ratatatat!
He sprayed bullets upward at Mike, then spun and bolted.
But Mike's expression remained cold. The bullets pinged harmlessly against him. Calmly, he plucked one round between his fingers and flicked it.
Whizz!
The bullet struck the back of Pierce's skull with deadly precision.
His head burst apart like a watermelon.
In the blink of an eye, Mike vanished—and when he reappeared, he was already inside Logan's car.
"Mike!"
Two startled voices—Charles and Caliban.
Turning, Mike gave them a reassuring smile. "Relax. Everything's fine."
Caliban nodded, but Charles shook him excitedly. "See? See? I told you—they're friends!"
"Careful before you shake yourself apart!" Caliban muttered helplessly.
"Heh."
Mike chuckled, then called out to the battlefield, "Gwen! Time to go!"
These mercenaries were nothing special. The fight was too dull—at most, it was good for letting Gwen get familiar with her powers.
Gwen nodded. Tossing aside two enemies blocking her path, she dashed toward the car.
"Dad, this car—?"
"You drive."
"Awesome!"
Gwen cheered, hopping into the driver's seat.
The moment her hands touched the wheel, tendrils of blue fire spread from her palms.
Within seconds, the entire vehicle was engulfed in blazing flames. Under Gwen's control, it roared forward like a fiery beast.
Watching, Logan swallowed hard.
Was this still his car?
Then he saw Laura about to leap at another mercenary. He grabbed her arm and growled, "We're leaving!"
Skrrt!
With a perfect drift, the flaming car screeched to a halt beside them, doors swinging open automatically.
Logan and Laura leapt inside.
Gwen grinned at them. "Welcome aboard the Gwen Express! Buckle up—time to hit the gas!"
"Hahahaha!"
As Gwen laughed in exhilaration, the demon-possessed car shot forward like a comet, smashing through the enemy blockade and vanishing down the road.
(End of Chapter)