Divine Luck: SSS-Rank Battle Maid Harem

Soara felt Yanael's heartbeat grow stronger and quicker under the effect of her technique. Her blood started circulating, and some of the injuries on her face faded. But before anything significant could happen, her heartbeat dropped, and her skin paled, acquiring a shade of grey.

"No!" Soara shouted. She grabbed Yanael's life flame again, just barely saving it. She stoked it again. She fanned it, forcing it to burn brighter.

As she did so, she realized what the problem was. She was forcefully draining the last life Yanael had left to make her final moments brighter. She couldn't give Yanael more life or extend what she had.

She was a deity of Death, after all.

All she had done was speed up Yanael's death. Soara's eyes were wide in despair as she realized what she had done.

"NO!" She screamed again and pounded on the barrier.

But there was nothing she could do but watch as Yanael's last flicker of flight slowly but surely weakened until it finally puffed out.

Zach's heart cramped and, still unconscious, he coughed up blood. Alzara and Mandra, who were lying or sitting on their knees next to him also felt something. It was like a hollowness had appeared within them. They instantly woke up and turned in Yanael's direction, doubt and disbelief in their eyes.

They knew Yanael was in bad shape. She took one hell of a beating, after all. But they hadn't thought she would actually die. It just didn't make sense. Why would she do that when she still had Zach to protect?

Why hadn't she…

Why hadn't they done more? Their injuries were nothing compared to Yanael's. They could have fought harder. They could have…

There wasn't much they could have done. But they should have done something to prevent this from happening.

This shouldn't be happening.

Alzara and Mandra looked at Zach. Alzara had been by his side for a couple of years by now. She knew how much Zach treasured Yanael. He treasured all of them. They were his familiars, and he was their Master. It was in the nature of their relationship to value the other and take care of them as best as they could.

But Yanael was his first. Zach had had more time to get to know her and deepen their connection.

Alzara had seen them hold entire conversations without saying a word multiple times. It was almost on the same level as Zach and Nora's relationship.

Zach had a tacit understanding with all of his familiars, but none as deep as the one he had with Yanael.

He would be devastated as soon as he woke up and realized what had happened.

Alzara wiped the blood around his mouth and made sure he didn't choke on it.

'Will he…' Alzara shook her head, forcefully ejecting the thought that had been about to creep into her mind. She got up and hobbled over to Soara. Stopping her from punching the barrier. It wasn't right to continue disturbing Yanael at this point.

Soara protested. She struggled. She made a show of struggling. She knew if she tried, she could easily break out of the injured Alzara's weakened grasp. But she didn't want to hurt Alzara, not when she had already sped up Yanael's death.

How was she supposed to look Zach in the eyes ever again?

Soara slumped in Alzara's arms as she asked herself that question.

This was her fault. She should have just stayed in Syst. She might have been alone, but that was for the best. Otherwise, like always, she would always bring ruin and death to the people around her. She wasn't a deity of Death. She was an omen of it—a bringer of ill fortune and suffering.

However, Soara had barely started sinking into a bottomlessly descending spiral when the color of the barrier around Yanael deepened. It lost its translucency and turned completely yellow with the typical color of both Yanael's hair and Zach's Blessed Defense.

The three maids glanced at Zach. Had he woken up?

He was still lying there with his eyes closed.

They turned back to the barrier. Did it fail now that the target it was meant to protect had died? Did it have an error of some kind?

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Yellow light had filled it, making it look like it had changed colors. Something was happening to Yanael's corpse.

'Is this how an angel dies?' Mandra wondered, unable to stop her curious self.

After the golden yellow light occupied the barrier, nothing else happened for several long minutes.

Was Zach's barrier trapping the vestiges of a fallen angel? Was something else happening? Was nothing happening?

What was happening? That was the only common question among all those watching the barrier that could capture even light.

However, as time passed, the barrier weakened, and more and more of the light slipped out, bathing the dark sixth layer in its radiance. It was a stunning sight that none could admire due to the tragedy behind it.

These had to be the rays of farewell of the death of an angel. Angels were special beings. Familiars were special beings. S-ranks were special familiars.

It was only right that their deaths were spectacles.

Finally, the barrier broke entirely, having lost all its strength and being unable to withstand the pressure from within. The light escaped and blinded those with more sensitive eyes who had adjusted a little too well to the darkness.

The others, the ones like Monolith, Jigak, Mandra, Soara, Alzara, Frost Imp, Frost Wraith, Sentinel, Transformation Cube, Symbiotic Slime, Dawnthief Bat, Darkwing, Hellcat, and Blackfire Hound saw what hid within the light.

They saw the figure enshrouded within a golden veil of light like a mummy wrapped before its final journey to the afterlife.

Their eyes, if they had those, widened in shock and awe. The lightshow was one thing. The majesty of the seemingly sleeping angel was another.

Yanael's figure rose into the air, standing up. The golden wrappings fell.