Meera ignored the Frostweavers and hurled her chakram towards the injured professor. His eyes widened at the oncoming death disc.

"No!" he cried out as he raised a hand to protect himself.

Meera used Mirror Step and teleported to her chakram, catching it before it could cause any damage to the injured man. She bent down as he put a hand in her Imperial Hoard Belt and retrieved a Health Potion.

"It's okay, professor," Meera said gently. "I'm here to help, or rather, I need your help, but we'll get to that later. But first, please take this Health potion. You need it."

"H-How do I know it's not poison?" he asked, eyeing the green liquid.

Meera pulled the cork off the vial and took a small sip. It didn't do anything to her Health as it was already full, but it did satisfy the professor, who took the vial with a quivering hand. But there was still the problem of the ice sword sticking out of his side, just below the ribs.

She wasn't sure if her Greater Vitalize would stop the pain or not, but she had to try something.

"I'm going to numb the pain as I pull this sword out of you, okay?" Meera said.

He nodded as he trembled slightly. He was clearly in a lot of pain, but the academic man was holding himself together quite well.

"I've seen enough," said a Frostweaver. He was the shortest of the three. If Meera didn't know any better, she would have thought he was a teenager.

Meera snapped her head back and glared at them with such fury that he was taken aback. "I'll get to you in a moment."

But the Frostweaver didn't wait and hurled an ice javelin at her. She turned to the professor, as she didn't need to look back, thanks to Mirrorbound Sight. She plucked a chakram off her back using Mirror Bolt and cut the javelin into pieces.

All three Frostweavers were stunned.

Meera placed a hand on Hiral's shoulder and activated Greater Vitalize. She started healing him and hoped the pain would lessen. She knew it had the intended effect as his face relaxed. He was no longer wincing in pain.

"I'm going to pull this sword out of you, and when I do, please take the potion," Meera advised.

Hiral nodded, looking better by the moment. She didn't wait any longer and yanked the sword out in one pull. The professor jerked forward but didn't cry out. He quickly took the Health potion, and his wound closed. It was slow at first as the hole in him was quite substantial, but it did start to shrink. A few moments later, he was huffing, but he was fine.

Meera removed her hand. "Now, please take cover somewhere while I get rid of the trash."

She turned towards the enemies. "Before we do this, why does the Cult of Aetheron want to kill the professor? Tell me this and I will let you all go."

"You don't need to worry about that," said the woman. "You don't need to worry about anything anymore. Your days are done. You have a lot to answer for. We'll avenge our brothers and sisters and Elder Sidrian, whom you butchered like an animal."

Meera tapped a finger on her lips. "Elder Sidrian…Which one was he? I'm sorry I killed so many of you that they've all blended in together. Can you be a little specific?"

That lit the short one's fuse, and he rushed at Meera. An ice sword formed in his hand as he ran for her. The others didn't stop him. When he was close, Meera used her armor's ability and littered the ground with tiny mirrors. He paused at that for a moment, and that was all the time Meera needed. She activated Frigid Wave and froze the cultist where he stood.

This widened the other two's eyes, as they saw Meera use one of their skills.

"What? You think you have a monopoly on ice skills," Meera taunted them.

"You bitch," said the tall man.

Meera heaved a heavy sigh. "You really should not have said that."

But before she could teleport to him, the two cultists ran for her. They slid on the ice that had formed on the floor, thanks to Meera's Frigid wave. It was like they were ice skating. It must have been a skill that she hadn't seen before, and she had seen quite a few ot of their skills.

She let them get close, and when they were, she teleported to the other side of the room. They looked around, trying to gauge where she had disappeared.

"Right here," Meera waved to them.

The woman gritted her teeth and chucked a couple of ice balls. Meera teleported once more, then waved again.

"Miss me."

"Stay put, you whore," she cursed.

"You know, I think I'll kill you first," Meera said, as she pulled off a chakram and spun it on her finger.

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They didn't take the bait this time and stayed put. The man extended an arm and shot ice pellets at her while the woman ran around the room's edge to fall on Meera's side.

Amateurs. Meera shook her head.

She extended her hand and shot a Mirror Shard Fury to counter the ice pellets. Mirrors collided with the ice pellets, and they both burst into pieces. The sound of them colliding was almost like the firing of a Gatling gun.

Meera wondered how long it would be until someone heard the sound and came to investigate. She didn't have long. She needed to end this fight before then. She wasn't worried about them throwing her out, but more that they would get in the way and become another target for these ice freaks.

With her free hand, Meera chucked a level 2 chakram at the woman. She saw it coming and leaned to the side to avoid it. Meera snorted and activated her chakram's newest effect—Size chakram.

Her chakram expanded to the size of a cartwheel and cut the woman in half. Her legs kept running even as her torso fell off. Her eyes were wide in disbelief at what had happened. Blood and organs spilled out of her.

The man cried out in horror as he ran for her. Meera let him, for she wanted him alive. She contracted her chakram to its original size and called it back to her, but made sure it didn't hit the man.

The man she had frozen in ice burst out of the ice. He didn't look much the worse for wear. He wasn't even shivering for one. Then she remembered Lainor sitting in regular clothes on that cold, dark night atop the Pale Mantle. She figured they must be immune to the cold. They would have to be to use all these ice skills.

He roared as he emerged from the ice and took in the gory scene.

"No…" His mouth stayed agape as he witnessed his comrade's body in two. She could imagine the horror and rage bubbling inside him.

He was practically frothing at the mouth as he turned towards Meera. She wasn't too fazed by his ferocity or the speed at which he attacked.

Large spikes the size of javelins rained on Meera. She teleported out of their path as they destroyed the marble tiles. She hurled two chakrams, and he swatted them away by forming a large icicle. Meera was rather impressed at how fast he had countered them. Of course, he didn't know that she could change their flight pattern mid-air.

Using Mirror Bolt, she turned the chakrams in the air, and they flew towards his back. He was preparing his next attack when the chakrams struck his back and burst out of his chest. This was somehow even more gory than the woman in two, as her chakrams dragged the man's lungs out with them.

The tall man turned to Meera, a look of horror on his face. "You-You're a demon…How are you so strong?"

Meera almost frowned, but then she remembered that her level was still in the two hundreds. She would've laughed, but she wanted to maintain her fearsome visage for what she was about to do next.

The Frostweaver didn't bother attacking Meera and ran for the window, but he had taken a single step before Meera appeared before him.

"Answer my questions and I'll let you go," she said calmly.

He flinched and nearly stumbled to the floor in his hurry to get back from her. She caught him, and he jerked his arm wildly as he tried to flee from her grip, but she didn't let him. After all, her strength was being enhanced by Druvis Might. He might as well have been trying to flee the grip of a dinosaur.

"Let go!" He cried as he tried to pull away.

"Okay." Meera crushed his wrist. His eyes widened in horror as the pain attacked, and he screamed. She let him go, and he stumbled to the ground, cradling his broken wrist.

"That was for calling me a bitch," Meera said, as she sat on her haunches to look him in the eye. "Now, if you would be so kind as to tell me why you were trying to kill the good professor?"

At this, Hiral poked his head up from the overturned desk he was hiding behind. He took in the gory scene and looked like he was about to be sick. It was a funny thing that two months ago, she would've been in the same situation as him if she had found herself in this room, but now, it didn't even faze her.

"Fuck you, I'm not telling you anything," the cultist cursed.

Meera sighed. "I'm not one for torture, but recently, unfortunately, I've witnessed people being tortured, and trust me, it left a bad taste in my mouth, but if that is what it will take, then so be it. So, tell me, why do you want to kill Hiral? Or the next thing I will crush is your balls, then I will unman you." Her face lost emotion, and she spoke in a cold voice. "So, talk."

He scrambled away from her, still holding his wrist, then he jumped to his feet and ran for the door.

She sighed and flung her chakram at his feet. She controlled her chakram in an arc and cut his ankles. He cried out as he crashed face-first to the ground. He shrieked as pain erupted through his broken hand and feet.

"I could've cut off your feet entirely, but why make you disabled when I can give you this Health Potion and you'll be as good as new." Meera pulled out a Health potion and shook it lightly.

His eyes were fixed on the vial as if it held liquid gold.

"P-Please… I'm in a lot of pain," he cried. Tears leaked out of the side of his eyes.

"Tell me why you're here, and it's all yours."

He swallowed as he looked from the vial to Meera. "I-I…" He squeezed his eyes shut, and then finally, the pain was too much for him. "I was given a command by Elder Raevan. That's all I know. They gave us a name and told us where we would find him. That's it. That's all I know. It's the truth, I promise. Now, the potion, please."

Meera's mind raced. The man's confession didn't tell her anything about why the Cult wanted him dead. The only thing she could figure was that they wanted him dead because Meera was coming to him, but then she had told just about everyone that she was going to the University to meet him. She had even told the soldier at the Gateway Mirror when she had first arrived that she was here to see Hiral Raka. Any one of these folks could have leaked the information to the Cult.

But why kill him?

"The Health potion, please," the cultist begged. "I'm in a lot of pain."

She had half a mind to tell him to go make one, but she wasn't sadistic like Aksha. But she also wasn't so naïve as to so easily heal her enemy.

"Here, catch." She flung the potion towards him.

He lunged forward for the potion, but his hand came just an inch short of the mark. The vial crashed and shattered on the floor, spilling the precious liquid on the ground. Without skipping a beat, the Frostweaver swiped his fingers through the green Health potion and licked them clean. He did that until his wounds sealed. She heard an audible crunch as the bones in his wrist snapped back in place.

Outside the room, she heard the sound of hard boots smashing against the floor, and a few moments later, the university guard arrived.

"What's going on here?" A man in a khaki uniform who was clearly a captain or of higher rank asked.

"Captain Moshial, that man is from the Cult of Aetheron," Hiral snapped, pointing at the cultist. "He and his accomplices tried to kill me. Please detain him at once."

Meera waved goodbye to the cultist. "Have fun in prison."

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