Honkai Impact 3rd - The Interference

Chapter 106 - A Friend

"I've had quite enough of your games," Mei said, her voice cold and unyielding. Her katana trembled in her hand, the blade beginning to crack under the strain of her furious grip—a grip that radiated the depth of her anger and hatred.

The woman standing before her was more than just an adversary. Rita had played a pivotal role in the chaos and destruction that had shaped everyone's life. It was a bitter truth, one that stoked the fire burning inside her, threatening to consume her entirely. Normally, Mei was disciplined, controlled in battle. But now? She could feel the fury roiling beneath the surface, refusing to be contained.

"Oh, Mei-san..." Rita chuckled, her scythe spinning effortlessly in her hands, a display of her mastery. Confidence oozed from her every movement, a predator sizing up its prey. Her gaze was sharp, calculating, fully aware of the advantage her experience afforded her. "You seem eager for a final, deadly clash. How delightful."

Rita's lips curled into a wicked smile, a glint of dangerous excitement in her eyes. "A death match is exactly my style."

Mei's expression remained unchanged, her silence speaking louder than any words. She adjusted her stance, lowering herself slightly as her gaze bore into Rita's. The atmosphere between them grew heavier, a palpable tension rising as they prepared for the inevitable clash.

Suddenly, a deafening thunder cracked through the sky, the heavens themselves seeming to tremble under its might. The sheer force of the sound reverberated through the ground, shaking the very city to its core. For a fleeting moment, Rita's eyes darted upward, but her attention quickly returned to Mei.

Her sharp eyes narrowed in on Mei's katana, particularly the hand that wielded it. Small arcs of lightning flickered and danced across Mei's fingers, an ominous sign of the storm brewing within her.

Rita’s smile widened with an almost predatory delight. "Such hatred you carry, Raiden Mei," she said, her voice a purr of twisted admiration. "It suits you."

Mei’s grip on the broken katana tightened further, the lightning intensifying around her hand, crackling and sparking with each passing second. She had reached her limit, and now, there was no turning back.

Without warning, Mei lunged forward, her broken blade slicing through the air, ready to carve through the very woman who had ignited this storm within her.

Rita raised her scythe just in time to meet Mei's strike, and the clash between Mei's katana and Rita’s scythe sent shockwaves through the air. The impact echoed across the battlefield like the roar of thunder itself, shaking the very ground beneath them. Sparks flew, a storm of lightning and steel colliding with brutal intensity.

Their eyes locked in an unbroken stare, both women refusing to yield. Their hands trembled ever so slightly, a testament not to weakness but to the sheer force behind their weapons, the strength they each poured into this deadly dance.

Neither could afford to back down.

Raiden Mei—no longer the girl she once was—stood as a living storm, the bearer of the Herrscher core, the Herrscher of Thunder. The very title was a reminder of her transformation, a reminder of the power and destruction that now coursed through her veins. Once a girl filled with hopes and dreams, she had been torn from that innocence by the cruelty of fate.

Now, she was born again from the depths of humanity's hatred, an avatar of the sorrowful sky and the unrelenting storm.

Raiden Mei was no ordinary opponent.

Not even for Rita Rossweisse, a warrior of incomparable skill and experience. Even Rita, with her sharp instincts and confidence, knew this battle is not an easy one. Mei’s power wasn’t just raw—it was primal, born from the elements themselves, crackling with the fury of the storm that had reshaped her life.