Infinite System Inheritor Return From The Abyss

Then Seoha swung harder.

A burst of fire exploded from her sword, forcing Derrick to jump back and land on the deck of his ship, his boots skidding as flames licked at the edges of the wooden planks.

He barely had time to breathe before Seoha leapt after him, her sword raised high. "This is payback!" she yelled, bringing her flaming blade down in a wide arc.

Derrick blocked it just in time, the impact cracking the floor beneath them.

"You're still loud as ever," Derrick said with a smirk, pushing her back with a grunt of strength. He swung his sword low, aiming at her legs, but she jumped, flipping backward and landing lightly despite the size of her weapon.

All around them, their guilds were locked in fierce battle.

On one side of the ship, Seoha's guild members were fighting hard — a fire mage shooting wide waves of flame to push back incoming enemies, while a twin-dagger rogue danced between Derrick's hammer-wielding warriors, leaving cuts on every pass.

On the other side, Derrick's guild responded with discipline — shield bearers lined up in rows, protecting their ranged users as bolts of lightning and wind blades shot across the ship. Their teamwork was precise, sharp, trained for war.

But Seoha didn't give Derrick time to breathe.

She charged again, her sword burning hotter. Derrick tried to meet her head-on, swinging with power, but she ducked under it and used the momentum to spin, slashing fire across his side. He stumbled slightly, the edge of his coat burning stepping back and slamming the bottom of his sword onto the floor.

With that strike, the floor cracked and iron spikes shot up from the deck like traps, aiming for Seoha's legs.

But she jumped again, flipping in the air.

"Too slow!" she shouted, and her sword came down like a meteor.

The deck shook under the impact, splitting slightly — Derrick was pushed back, gritting his teeth, his blade barely holding her flames away.

"You'll burn my ship," he growled.

"Maybe you should've chosen a different guild name, Iron Maw!" she laughed, clearly enjoying the fight.

The waves crashed below, but the real storm was on the ships.

As fire lit the skies and magic bolts shot from deck to deck, the camera shifted to one of the larger ships, flying the silver banner of Vortex Guild.

There, in the middle of the main deck, stood Alexa, wind blowing her long blondee hair back, her eyes focused and unshaken. In both hands, she held twin swords, their blades glowing faintly with blue mana, sharp and ready. Her breath was steady, but her stance showed she was prepared to strike at any second.

On the upper deck, Alex watched silently. A staff member beside him asked, "Aren't you joining the fight, Vice Guildmaster?"

Alex shook his head. "I can't. If I step in, it's a violation of system rules. She's the guildmaster now. "

Down below, Alexa had already blocked three waves of attackers.

From one side of the ship, a group of spear-wielders charged, and immediately three members of Vortex moved to meet them, their shields raised clashing with a loud bang that echoed in the sky.

From the other side, a wind mage shot a powerful gust toward Alexa, trying to knock her off balance. But she crouched, one sword stabbing into the floor to hold her steady as her cloak flapped violently. When the wind died, she pulled her blade free and sprinted forward.

"DEFEND MS. ALEXA!" someone shouted — one of their healers, pushing back a charging axe-user with a flash of holy light.

Another wave of enemies jumped from the nearby ship — a guild from Europe, armor shining with golden symbols, aiming straight at her.

Alexa didn't hesitate. Her twin swords spun in her hands like blurs of silver and blue, blocking and parrying three enemies at once. She ducked under a swinging mace, kicked the attacker back, and slashed twice in a clean X, forcing the enemies to retreat.

But they kept coming.

Alexa wiped sweat from her brow with the back of her wrist, her breath shallow and quick. Sparks flew around her, the deck shaking with impact after impact as spells and steel clashed all around her ship. She gritted her teeth as another burst of fire bloomed nearby — not from her side, but from the invaders still pouring in.

"Damn it," she muttered, barely audible to anyone but herself, "We're ranked too low in Korea…"

A sudden crack of air made her instincts scream. She spun around just in time, both twin swords flashing as she blocked something thin and fast — a whip, its tip sparking with magic, wrapping around her blades with unnatural precision.

The whip twitched sharply, and Alexa's grip slipped. Her hands were forced open by the pull, and her swords flew from her grasp, skidding across the wooden deck.

Standing casually on the railing of Alexa's ship was a woman in a sleek red battle suit, her silver hair tied back, her lips curled in a mocking smirk.

"Not so tough, huh?" she said, her accent smooth but sharp — distinctly Brazilian — and her voice full of taunt and confidence. In one hand she spun the whip, now slowly retracting it and clipping it back onto her hip. Around her neck gleamed a guild emblem — a jaguar claw in a burning sun.

Alexa's fists clenched. "...Vireya," she hissed, recognizing the Guildmaster of Brazil's top-ranking guild, Sol de Sangue.

Several Vortex members shouted and started rushing toward Alexa's aid, but Vireya moved like a flash. Her foot swept one in the stomach, launching them overboard with a painful cry. Her elbow smashed into another, sending him crashing into the mast.

"This is personal," she said, looking down at Alexa with narrowed eyes. "Let your leader fight fairly."

Alexa rolled her shoulders, cracked her knuckles, and stepped into a ready stance. "Then stop hiding behind your damn whip and come down here."

Vireya leapt gracefully off the railing, landing like a cat in front of her. "Let's dance then, little twin blade."

They clashed in a blur of movement — fists, knees, blocks, and dodges. Alexa ducked under a high kick, countered with a low sweep, but Vireya flipped midair and landed with one hand, twisting and kicking out again. Their strikes echoed across the deck louder than the waves. Neither held back.