Divine Mask: I Have Numerous God Clones

The patriarch of the Emberhart family was consumed by rage, his entire body trembling as fury overtook him. His fists ignited with roaring flames, the searing heat radiating off him, distorting the air around him.

The ground beneath his feet cracked from the intensity of his power. As a seven-star fighter, he was renowned for his overwhelming strength, and now, with his son dead, he intended to unleash every ounce of that fury on Roxana.

With a deep, guttural roar, he charged forward, flames trailing from his fists like the tail of a comet. "You will pay for this!" he bellowed, his voice shaking with anger. His fists blazed even brighter as he unleashed his ultimate move. "Roaring Flame Dragon Fist!"

The air crackled with volatile energy as his flame-cloaked fist surged toward Roxana, flames twisting and coiling around his arm like a fiery serpent ready to strike. Every step he took scorched the earth beneath him, and the flames formed the shape of a dragon's maw, hungry for destruction.

"Die!" the patriarch screamed, his eyes wide with madness, the deadly punch mere inches from Roxana's chest.

But Roxana didn't flinch. She didn't even take a step back. Her expression remained calm, almost bored, as if the attack was nothing more than an annoyance.

As the flaming fist bore down on her, Roxana's arms shimmered with a molten glow. With an almost effortless transformation, her hands morphed into Volcanic Dragon Claws, their thick, dark-red scales glistening ominously. The heat radiating from her claws clashed against the flames of the patriarch, creating a brief storm of hot winds.

With a casual, almost dismissive gesture, Roxana raised one clawed hand and caught the patriarch's fiery punch midair.

The impact sent shockwaves rippling across the battlefield, kicking up dust and debris, but Roxana remained completely unfazed. Her grip was steady, her eyes locked onto the patriarch with a look of faint amusement.

The roaring flames of his attack sputtered against her scaled hand, as though they were being devoured by the volcanic force in her claws.

The patriarch's eyes widened in sheer disbelief, his breath catching in his throat. He struggled, but his fist didn't move an inch in her grip.

"W-What...?" he stammered, his voice trembling with confusion. His fierce glare faded into shock as he stared at the woman before him. The Roaring Flame Dragon Fist, the technique that had toppled countless foes, was utterly useless against her.

"How... How can you stop my attack?" His voice wavered, filled with a growing sense of dread.

Roxana tilted her head slightly, her lips curling into a small, mocking smile. "Is that it?" she asked, her tone light, almost teasing. Her eyes gleamed with a dangerous excitement. "I thought you were supposed to be strong. But this... this is pathetic."

The patriarch's mouth went dry. His mind raced, struggling to process what had just happened. "Y-You… what are you?" he croaked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Roxana's smirk deepened, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and deadly intent. She tilted her head slightly, never breaking eye contact with the furious patriarch. "You really want to know what true power looks like?" she asked, her voice low but filled with an almost playful mockery. "Let me show you… the real power of a dragon."

The patriarch's eyes widened in the brief moment he had before Roxana's next move, but before he could even think to react, her Volcanic Dragon Claw began to glow, heat radiating from her arm like the core of an erupting volcano. The air around them shimmered with the intensity of the heat, making the patriarch sweat despite his flame-enhanced body.

With an almost effortless motion, Roxana swung her claw forward, the sheer force behind her strike creating a shockwave that tore through the air. "Volcanic Strike!" she shouted, her voice thundering across the battlefield as she unleashed her full power.

The patriarch barely had time to raise his arms in defense before Roxana's attack slammed into him with overwhelming force. The impact was catastrophic.

His hastily summoned flames were snuffed out the moment her molten energy clashed with them. His defenses shattered like fragile glass under the immense pressure of her blow.

"Impossible!" the patriarch gasped, his voice choked with disbelief. His body convulsed, unable to withstand the molten energy surging through him, burning him from the inside out. His wide eyes reflected nothing but horror as he realized he had been completely outmatched.

Roxana's claws pierced through his body like a hot blade through butter, the fiery energy engulfing him entirely. The patriarch screamed, but the sound was quickly swallowed by the roar of her power, his body rapidly disintegrating under the sheer heat and force of her attack.

"You…" he gasped, his voice weak, barely audible over the chaos. "What… are you?"

Roxana's expression didn't change. She gazed down at him coldly, her smile now devoid of any playfulness. "I'm your executioner."

In an instant, the patriarch of the Emberhart family was reduced to nothing but ashes, his life snuffed out by the volcanic power of Roxana's Volcanic Strike.

As the dust and embers settled, Roxana stood over the smoldering remains, her eyes scanning the battlefield. Her expression was calm, but there was a hint of disappointment in her gaze.

"You're too weak," she muttered, her voice dripping with boredom. She flexed her fingers, watching the last bits of molten energy fade from her claws. "I thought you'd put up more of a fight."

Roxana glanced around the battlefield, her gaze sweeping over the aftermath of the destruction she had just caused. Her eyes held a faint flicker of disappointment, as if she had expected more from the encounter. With a soft sigh, she crossed her arms, her expression thoughtful.

"It seems I'll need an eight-star… maybe even a nine-star opponent to make things interesting," she murmured, her voice casual, almost indifferent.

It was as if she were discussing a trivial matter, not the fact that she had just obliterated a seven-star fighter with ease. Her tone lacked any hint of triumph—this victory was clearly nothing remarkable to her.

Roxana's eyes flicked back to the ashes of the Emberhart patriarch, a bored smirk curling at the corners of her lips.

She shook her head, letting out another soft sigh, as though the whole ordeal had been a slight inconvenience. "I thought he'd at least be a challenge," she muttered to herself, a trace of frustration in her voice.

Turning to the horizon, Roxana's smirk deepened as if speaking to an unseen audience. "Maybe next time," she said with a playful, almost teasing edge to her voice, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Better luck then."