Reborn as an Extra Chapter 678: Princess of a Dying Nation. Part-3.

Alterations to the strings of destiny endure no longer than mere seconds before reverting to their prior state.

Consequently, Ivy regained her technique shortly after the impact.

Even though half her face lay in ruins, as an elemental fairy, she possessed no internal organs like humans or beasts, leaving her unconcerned about such harm.

She could battle relentlessly until her form shattered entirely and her soul detached, bound for the afterlife!

"Thou art capable of manipulating minds? Thou made me forget my technique; it was impressive!"

Ivy couldn't perceive Lia's actual deed; she mistook it for a mind-control ability.

Ivy soared into the sky and plunged down with a ferocious, blindingly swift spear strike.

To counter Lia's power to erase her attacks from memory, Ivy swiftly shifted her battle tactics.

'Petal Fall' harnessed gravity's force, diving from heights with flight amplifying velocity into the assault itself—even if Lia induced amnesia, her descent persisted, strike unbroken!

Ere Ivy could respond, her aerial position shifted dramatically; it seemed she'd never targeted Lia but was fated to crash elsewhere!

She outright relocated Ivy via tweaks to destiny's threads!

Ivy's strike crashed onto vacant earth, and Lia refused to squander the opening, adopting her pose and driving her sword ahead!

Shocking Lia, Ivy abandoned all evasion; she permitted the blade to impale her chest squarely, counterstriking fiercely while disregarding the gash entirely.

As Lia's sword ripped a cavernous hole through her chest, Ivy whipped her arm upward for a spear lunge straight at Lia's throat!

Lia anticipated the assault and stomped the ground at once, veering aside while retracting her sword to gain distance.

Amazement struck Lia as the grievous injury failed to slay Ivy; defying death, the wound mended with astonishing speed!

Fairies naturally excel in healing spells, and as a pinnacle S-rank royal fairy, Ivy's restorative magic brimmed with overwhelming potency!

The vast chest void sealed in an instant, her injury vanishing so swiftly it appeared untouched from the start.

"Hoh? Your healing magic is quite extraordinary... I have seen someone use such overpowered full-body heal only once before... and even that was done with the help of a legendary skill..."

"You are definitely not an ordinary royal fairy at all... state your true identity warrior of the fairy race..."

Responding to Lia's query, Ivy resumed her spear stance, her voice steady and composed,

"It’s not worth mentioning but... if thou art curious, I don’t mind telling thee..."

"I am Ivy Constantine, the princess of this dying nation... the only daughter of the dead Fairy King!"

Fairies produce no offspring directly, unlike humans or other beings.

Devoid of reproductive organs, mighty fairies may occasionally splinter their own flesh to spawn new life aided by the fountain of elemental life.

The ritual demands complexity and exhaustive toll; hence, few pursue it.

Yet Ivy arose from this exceptional method, forged in the fountain of elemental life from the Fairy King's corpse as her genesis material.

In essence, she reigned as the fairy kingdom's singular princess, poised to claim the 'Fairy King' mantle!

"No wonder your healing magic is so powerful..."

'It’s almost at such a high level that it’s about to reach 1/10 of Riya’s healing magic purity!'

Riya commands over 90 percent of her legendary healing skill; her prowess nears that of elite SS-rank healers!

Merely one-tenth of her healing command represents a staggering accomplishment!

"My name and lineage are nothing special anymore... I couldn’t even protect my nation from external threats..."

"I even got corrupted with this miasmic filth... I just want to be free of this burden..."

Miasma mocked her very being, refusing total annihilation while barring aid to her folk.

It guaranteed her endurance to the bitter end, dooming her to behold her people's powerless slaughter.

Though endowed with power, she’s compelled to withhold aid; though competent, she’s made to behold her people’s agony.

The brutal taunt inflicted by miasmic corruption upon her—this defines her torment, leaving her utterly crushed by remorse and sorrow, craving only to fade away from this realm.

Gazing upon her quivering threads of destiny, Lia released a deep sigh.

’Yet another blameless soul, another ’Tainted Fate’... all due to miasma... sigh... the ’Sea of Endless Miasma’ stands as a profoundly detestable force...’

Astra’s existence became a farce, King Allen’s destiny hung in uncertainty, and Ivy could only witness her people’s slaughter unfold before her eyes.

Trillions upon trillions of victims had endured the savage ruthlessness of miasmic corruption!

Counting the myriad innocent lives ravaged by that vile sea of miasma proved utterly impossible.

That entity existed for no other reason than to corrupt destinies and shatter the ordinary paths of mortals.

In the vast expanse of all creation, no power inspired greater loathing.

Rio alone, as far as Lia knew, escaped the miasma’s grasp unscathed; all others writhed in agony from even the faintest brush against it.