The Fukaros Familia, starting from DanMachi.

Chapter 105 Level 3 Burning Feather

Faced with the monster horde, the robin took a step forward.

Her long, silvery-purple hair swayed gently in the scorching air, and her emerald eyes, which always held a hint of calm smile, now clearly reflected the raging ocean of flames and crimson in the distance, without the slightest fear.

On the hem of the dress, which was adorned with a blend of gray, white, and purple, the pearls and star-shaped accessories that served as embellishments began to shine silently at this moment.

It doesn't reflect the surrounding firelight, but rather shines from within, from the inside out, becoming a fragmented yet dazzling galaxy.

She slowly closed her eyes, shutting out all the noise and pressure from the outside world.

Listen, to this symphony of stars that weaves destiny—

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Her voice was ethereal and distant, as if it did not belong to this world.

"Using melody as a ladder, transcending the barriers of mortality—"

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An incredibly complex magic circle, shimmering with starlight, suddenly unfolded around her feet. Countless starlight, like a living stream, surged out of the magic circle, gently wrapping around Fenyu's body and Tifa's limbs.

A song echoed in the void.

The timbre of the song was exactly the same as that of a robin, yet it seemed to come from all directions, from the heavens and the earth, from the depths of everyone's soul.

That was a harmonious song, a family song, a song of willingness to give everything for each other and face fate together.

"At this moment, please join me in ascending to the heavens."

The robin suddenly opened its eyes.

Those emerald eyes shone with an astonishing brilliance, like two ignited emeralds, like two stars that had inadvertently fallen to earth.

A few fine beads of sweat seeped from her smooth forehead and slid down her cheeks—the mental burden of using the advancement spell on two people at the same time was far heavier than she had imagined.

But she didn't pause at all.

"Stars Fugue!"

Long texts are sung, entirely chanted.

With her clear and firm declaration, the starlight surrounding Fenyu and Tifa exploded.

In that instant, Fen Yu felt as if he had been thrown into a furnace of power.

An unimaginably powerful torrent swept over his limbs and bones. It was not his own power, but a gift from the robin—a huge boost that temporarily increased his adventurer level by one.

His strength, endurance, dexterity, agility, magic—all his basic abilities—all surged to the equivalent of Lv.3 at this moment.

Tifa felt it too.

She clenched her fists instinctively, the surging power coursing through her body, making her involuntarily exhale a hot breath.

Every muscle and every tendon is brimming with unprecedented explosive power.

Facing this monster horde with her Lv.1 strength, she might have only been able to barely hold on, but now, she truly has the confidence to win.

The moment the magic was completed, the robin swayed slightly and almost lost her balance, but was caught in time by Feng Jin, who had been guarding her side.

"Are you alright, little bird?"

Feng Jin asked with concern, her voice filled with worry.

The robin nodded gently, a hint of weariness flashing in its verdant eyes, but the smile on its lips remained calm and confident: "[Intoxication Overture] is already working, don't worry about me."

A warm current was slowly rising in her mental world, replenishing the enormous energy she had just lost.

She looked up at Fenyu and Tifa, at the two figures still enveloped in the afterglow of starlight, like gods descending to earth.

"Go," she said softly, her voice weak yet full of power, "to bring us victory."

Fen Yu gripped the hilt of his sword tightly.

He didn't even turn around; he simply responded to his companion's trust with his actions.

Flames erupted from his body, transforming into a towering pillar of fire that connected heaven and earth.

"With this wheel of fire as my chariot—"

The scorching heatwave swept wildly in all directions, blowing countless rocks into the air and leaving scorch marks on the cave floor.

The demons that were charging forward with howls suddenly roared in terror at the sight of this divine power, and their formation faltered.

The flames subsided in the next instant, clinging tightly to his body like a constantly pulsating, iridescent coat of flames.

He drew the Fire Spirit Sword from his waist, and the blade immediately burst into blazing red flames—the extremely high temperature, enough to cleave anything in two, caused the surrounding air to distort and groan.

"superior."

A single word, like a final verdict.

Burning Feather moved.

His speed was so fast that only a crimson afterimage remained on everyone's retinas.

With each step he left deep, charred footprints on the hard rock, closing the distance to the enemy at an incredible speed.

The Hilichurl at the very front didn't even see his movements before a dazzling flash of fiery sword light passed right by its neck.

There was no blood splattering.

The head was vaporized by the high temperature the moment it was airborne, and the headless body exploded into flames in the next second, turning into a handful of ashes.

The second, third, and fourth monsters—the figure of the Burning Feather—cut into the monster horde like a red lightning bolt, unleashing a one-sided, devastating firestorm.

Wherever his sword passed, Hilichurls fell in droves like felled wheat. Fire slimes couldn't withstand the high temperature the moment he approached and burst one after another, splashing orange-red liquid everywhere, but they couldn't even touch the dancing flame coat on his body before being completely evaporated.

He is a walking calamity.

But in the end, he was all alone.

The firestorm was fierce, but against the endless tide of enemies, it could only clear a bloody path.

Fifty Hilichurls, twenty Fire Slimes, and ten Shamans constantly unleashing cursed flames from the rear.

Even if he could kill ten with a single sword strike, the remaining ones would be enough to overwhelm the ley lines behind him within a few breaths.

"Shine!"

With a soft shout, another figure entered the chaotic battlefield in a completely different manner.

Tifa's fists were wreathed in pure, attribute-less magical light, like two precisely falling meteors.

She doesn't possess the terrifying destructive power of Burning Feather, but every strike she makes is precise, deadly, and full of violent aesthetics.

A powerful punch shattered the mask and head of a Hilichurl, a swift spinning kick precisely shattered the core magic stone inside a fire slime, extinguishing it with a mournful cry, and a fluid spinning elbow strike landed squarely on the face of a Hilichurl shaman who had just raised his staff and was attempting to chant, the muffled sound of bones shattering clearly audible.

Her movements were like a silent battle poem. With the support of the [Battle Rhythm] skill, every attack and every dodge was constantly increasing in speed and power, making her faster and faster, and her punches and kicks heavier and heavier.

But it's still not enough.

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