Ex-Rank Awakening: My Attacks Make Me Stronger-Chapter 115: EX . Demon’s Can Get Power-Ups Too

Lightning gathered to Rebecca like it recognized its master.

It spiraled down from the boiling clouds, wrapped her torso, and sank heat into the wound across her chest. Flesh hissed. Armor fused and smoked. The slash sealed in a white-hot line as the current cauterized it shut. Every breath she took cracked the air with rolling thunder; the active skill [Thunderstorm] poured the full force of a divine storm through her body, turning the space around her into a charged domain.

Below and behind, Raven still strained against the spinning sphere of wind blades Natasha had launched. It shrieked and carved the air, but Raven held it in place long enough.

As Rebecca moved.

One flash and she was in front of the demonified Natasha.

Her voice came raw, tight with grief. "Let me end your pain. Thunder Clap."

Time seemed to stall.

As Rebecca split into twelve lightning doubles, each an afterimage mid-strike, circling the demon in a halo of blinding arcs. For the barest instant the battlefield saw all twelve at once, arms pulled back for the killing blow. Then the copies snapped together, collapsing into her true form. The pressure change cracked the sky.

The thunder that followed hit like artillery.

As Her lightning-coated fist, reinforced by the force of compressed thunder, slammed into Natasha’s face. Shattering bone and demonic plating. As the impact launched the creature across the sky, spinning end over end, trailing sparks and black blood.

Rebecca did not let it fall. She flashed after, streaking through the crackling air to continue the onslaught out over the ruined clouds.

Behind her, the wind sphere lost its feed. Without Natasha driving it, the construct unraveled. Raven shoved once and it tore apart in a burst of shredding currents that thinned into harmless gust.

That was when the gravitational field snapped.

The demonified Snape tore free, jaw unhinging as it lunged for Raven’s throat. She cocked her head, and smiled like she had been waiting for it.

"I almost forgot about you."

Gravity rippled back to life around her as she met the charge head on, and their clash lit a second storm below Rebecca’s raging sky.

****

The air warped.

Gravitational force rippled through the battlefield, dense enough to grind mountains into dust. Raven stood at the heart of it, her presence anchoring the field like a singularity in motion. The weight pressed down from all directions, but her eyes stayed locked on the shadows.

Demonized Snape was adapting.

Whenever the pressure peaked, it vanished, slipping into the folds of shadow like smoke in reverse. And each time Raven’s field stabilized, and the pressure relented for a heartbeat, it would re-emerge to strike.

But this time, it made a mistake.

The instant it clawed back into the physical world, lunging from the dark with fangs bared

CRACK.

A massive hammer,.not massive in form, but in weight, in presence, in gravitational intent, met its face mid-lunge. The blow came from above, driven with pinpoint force, as if the atmosphere itself had been condensed into the weapon.

A crunch echoed across the field, sickening and perfect.

Snape’s head snapped back violently. Its body followed, launched like a missile across the battlefield, limbs flailing, and black ichor spraying from its ruined face.

Raven stood where it had just been, her hammer humming with the aftermath of impact, a grin carved across her face.

There was no pity in her gaze. No sorrow.

Unlike Rebecca, torn between duty and guilt, Raven felt nothing but clarity. What she saw wasn’t a former comrade. Not a victim. Just a demon.

And demons needed to die.

Before the dust could settle, she moved.

She streaked after the flying body, boots cracking stone beneath her, cloak whipping in the air. She overtook it in a blur, appearing behind the airborne creature mid-spin. Her body twisted. One leg braced. Both hands gripped the hammer’s shaft as she drew it back like a seasoned slugger ready to send a fastball out of orbit.

"Mass Impact," she whispered.

Her power surged.

The hammer didn’t grow, not in size. But the world felt smaller around it. The weapon now carried the compressed might of ten mountains behind it, gravity sharpened to a single point of catastrophic force.

BOOOOM.

The second impact detonated like a meteor strike. The demonized Snape crashed into the earth, buried under a shockwave of dust and pulverized stone. Craters split open beneath the corpse. As the terrain fractured.

And Raven didn’t stop.

She advanced again, hammer spinning, eyes burning, not with mercy, but with intent. The onslaught was just beginning.

****

The battlefield trembled beneath the weight of three titans, Raven, Rebecca, and Nikko. Each stood at the peak of power, locked in their own violent dances against creatures twisted by demonization.

Nikko’s gauntlets gleamed under the light of ruptured skies, her movement a blur as she interchanged seamlessly between opponents. One moment she was dueling the demoness, sparks flying with every strike. The next, she pivoted, overwhelming the demonized Harry with a calculated flurry that pushed him to his limits. She was everywhere, relentless and unyielding, her expression calm, even regal. The Supreme Heir of the Federation, holding her own in the center of a maelstrom.

To the east, Rebecca’s figure crackled with residual thunder. Her movements echoed like distant storms, each strike reverberating with the fury of her Thunderstorm skill. Lightning wreathed her limbs as she battered Natasha again and again, her eyes burning with a righteous fury. The demonized trial taker was formidable, but Rebecca fought like a storm made flesh, each breath a drumbeat of thunder.

Nearby, Raven grinned like a predator. She wasn’t burdened by guilt, only drive. Her gravitational hammer had shattered Snape’s jaw, and now, she was stalking the beast with growing hunger. Her movements were sharp and decisive, each step pressing down like a mountain’s weight. When her hammer struck, it carried more than mass, it carried wrath.

Together, the three commanders were pushing the tide back, forcing the demons onto their heels.

And the demoness felt it.

Thrown back and leaving Harry to fight alone, she stared out across the battlefield, watching as her "comrades", Snape and Natasha, were being driven into corners.

’Why?’

’How are they able to handle all of us?’

Her teeth ground together, a noise like fingernails on stone. Her fury twisted into desperation, and then, resolve.

"Only that will work now..." she whispered.

Then, with one brutal motion, she drove her hand into her own chest. Black ichor splattered the dirt. Her clawed fingers pulled out something pulsing, corrupted and alive.

A heart.

It was black and twisted, with a beat of raw demon will.

At that exact moment, Nikko was just about to deliver the finishing blow to Harry, her blade slicing downward in a perfect arc, until her instincts screamed. Her body twisted midair, dodging in a blur of black and gold.

SHHRAKKK!

A black tendril tore through the space where she’d stood. But it wasn’t meant for her. It shot past her and pierced straight into the chest of the demonized Harry.

"—What!?"

Before anyone could react, more tendrils erupted from the heart in the demoness’s grasp. One impaled Natasha. Another wrapped around Snape, who had just begun to recover from Raven’s last blow.

Across the battlefield, each of the demonized S rank trial takers was being reeled in like fish on a line.

"No—!" Rebecca shouted, charging forward, lightning flashing around her.

Raven’s hammer cracked the ground as she pushed after them too.

But they were too late. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

The tendrils dragged Snape, Harry, and Natasha toward the demoness. Their bodies were yanked through the air and into the heart, their struggles futile as the heart pulsed faster with renewed vigor.

And then,

GULP.

The demoness ate it.

All of it.

The heart, the corruption, and the three fused souls.

Silence fell for one dreadful breath.

Then came the pulse. A single wave of pressure that darkened the skies even further. The air itself seemed to shiver.

Something new was coming.

Something worse.