Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

Chapter 385: RETREAT

Heeding her words, Leo made the first move.

Rage fueled his swift advance, winds howling around him as he propelled forward with explosive speed.

The gusts whipped up dark snow from the frozen ground, blurring his form in a vortex of fury.

Using the wind to amplify his velocity, Leo appeared in an instant behind Jordan.

The displacement stirred violent eddies, debris pelting the air like shrapnel.

Jordan raised his blade behind his back without looking.

The parry was precise, metal clanging against an unseen strike with a resonant ring that vibrated through the void.

In an instant, Jordan spun backward.

His free hand lashed out like a viper, launching a devastating blow toward Leo’s jaw.

The motion was fluid, almost effortless, the air whistling sharply from the force.

Leo tried to defend, arms crossing instinctively, but he found himself too slow.

The strike connected solidly, a bone-jarring impact that snapped his head back.

Pain exploded across his face as he was sent flying backward, tumbling through the air before crashing into the ground.

The impact carved a deep crater, blackened ice shattering outward in a spray of fragments, dust and frost billowing up like a dark cloud.

"You won’t get away with this!" Isobel said fiercely.

Fury ignited in her eyes as she became the second to attack, lunging forward with predatory grace.

Her claws extended toward Jordan’s face, tips gleaming with condensed blood that swirled menacingly, ready to erupt.

"I can’t let you use that. It will complicate things," Jordan said calmly. His voice remained even as he stretched out his hand, intercepting her advance with unnerving precision.

He caught Isobel’s wrists in an iron grip, fingers clamping down tightly enough to draw faint creaks from her bones.

Before she could react, he stabbed cleanly through her chest.

The black blade pierced with surgical ease, emerging from her back in a flash of darkness.

With that, Isobel slumped to the ground.

Her body went limp, claws retracting as her eyes dimmed just like Michael’s, the light fading to emptiness.

Blood pooled beneath her, steaming faintly against the eternal cold.

"Isobel!" Leo called out.

His voice roared with anguish as he rushed toward her with all his might, winds surging chaotically around him.

Anger swelled in his heart like a tempest, raw and consuming.

He unleashed a full tempest storm toward Jordan.

Gales screamed forth, sharp currents laced with razor-like debris, tearing at the battlefield and howling with destructive fury.

Jordan’s eyes released a burst of starry light.

The constellation depths pierced the chaos, mapping every drift and cutting edge of the wind in crystalline clarity.

With ease, he dodged the attack.

His body flowed like shadow through the storm, remaining unscathed as the tempest ravaged empty space behind him.

The diversion pulled him away from Isobel’s body, which a chain snaked out to grab swiftly, King yanking her form to safety with a metallic rattle.

"Equinox Convergence!" General Maxwell called out.

His voice thundered as he unleashed the attack, energy condensing into what appeared as a singular, brilliant point of annihilation hovering before him.

But unlike previous uses, it wasn’t merely lightning and darkness.

Water woven into the mix created a spectacular vortex, a swirling maelstrom of crackling void thunder, shadowy tendrils, and cascading torrents that shimmered like liquid night, beautiful yet utterly lethal.

Alas, Jordan’s mystic eyes easily identified the entire essence of the skill, along with its weak point, a faint seam pulsing at the core.

He stretched his sword forward, slicing precisely at that vulnerability.

The blade cut through like parting silk, unraveling the convergence in a burst of dissipating energy that harmlessly scattered into sparks and mist.

"Just how monstrous is he?" General Maxwell asked.

His eyes stared at his destroyed ultimate move with shock, hands trembling faintly as disbelief etched deep lines across his face.

The lingering wisps of his attack faded into the cold air, leaving only the acrid scent of ozone.

"Everyone, pull back. We will be retreating," Alice gave the order.

Her voice was firm, informing everyone with icy authority.

She held her ground a moment longer, sword still raised, frost creeping anew along its edge.

"But—"

"No buts. We have already lost two more of us. We can’t afford to lose another. We will be back, and when we do, I will have your head on a platter," Alice warned coldly.

Her eyes locked onto Jordan’s, promising vengeance in their serene depths.

A rift opened behind each of them.

The portals shimmered with distorted space, humming softly as they tore open like wounds in reality, edges flickering with ethereal light.

Jordan watched them leave.

He made no move to stop them, his stance relaxed, the black sword resting idly at his side as figures vanished one by one into the rifts.

With the last person disappearing, the portals sealing with a soft whoosh, Jordan took a deep breath.

The cold air filled his lungs, steadying the subtle adrenaline beneath his calm exterior.

He turned, striding back toward the command center, boots crunching over the frozen wasteland.

"Why did you let them escape? You were having the upper hand!" the general was the first to speak upon Jordan’s return.

He stepped forward aggressively, finding fault immediately, his voice laced with accusation.

The control room’s harsh lights cast stark shadows, amplifying the tension.

"Shut up, please. I don’t have time for your annoying bickering," Jordan said coldly.

He didn’t cower even slightly, his starry eyes meeting the general’s glare without flinching. The oppressive aura of his blade intensified subtly, making the air feel denser.

"What did you say?!" the general asked, his voice raised in outrage.

Fury reddened his face as he stared at every soldier within the control room, barking silent commands.

Weapons hummed to life, barrels and energy emitters pointing toward Jordan in a threatening semicircle.

"For someone who cowered like a scared little mouse, you have a lot of confidence right now," Jordan said coldly.

He gripped his obsidian-black sword tighter, ready to retaliate at the slightest provocation.

The blade’s destructive hum grew louder, casting faint voids of shadow that danced across the consoles.

"Enough! All of you, lower your weapons! That is no way to treat our savior and protector!" the administrator barked.

His order boomed with authority, staring daggers at the general.

The room froze, guards hesitating before complying, the hum of weapons fading as tension hung thick, unresolved, in the recycled air.