Timely Love ( A were story)

Chapter 60

The moment both of them moved, the battlefield stopped pretending it was chaos.

It became focused destruction.

Diana and Camilla collided again—faster this time.

Steel met raw force.

The impact cracked the ground outward in a spiderweb pattern, forcing even nearby fighters to stagger away.

Diana twisted mid-motion, trying to break Camilla’s guard.

But Camilla shifted with her—calm, precise, like she already knew the angle before it happened.

A faint smile returned to her lips.

“You always were predictable,” Camilla murmured.

Diana’s eyes sharpened. “And you always talk too much.”

She drove forward again.

Across the battlefield—

Dylan was no longer holding back.

Ember lunged at him again—aggressive, flames of energy bursting with every movement.

He blocked once.

Twice.

Then slipped under her next strike and caught her arm mid-motion.

For the first time—

Ember’s expression shifted.

Surprise.

Dylan’s voice dropped.

“You’re fast.”

A grin flickered across her face. “And you’re still standing.”

Before he could respond—

Frost struck from behind.

Dylan barely moved in time, the attack slicing past his shoulder and cutting into the stone instead.

He exhaled sharply.

“…Annoying.”

Kaelen was bleeding now.

Not badly—but enough to slow him.

Theon stood beside him, scanning the field.

“This is coordinated attrition,” Theon said calmly. “They’re not trying to overwhelm us quickly.”

Kaelen wiped blood from his lip. “They’re wearing us down.”

Theon nodded once.

“…Yes.”

Kaelen smirked faintly. “Cool. Love that for us.”

Then he charged again anyway.

At the center—

Diana finally broke Camilla’s rhythm.

A clean strike landed across Camilla’s side—

But instead of blood—

dark energy flared.

Camilla didn’t even flinch.

She simply looked down at the cut… and let out a quiet breath.

“That should’ve hurt more,” she said.

Diana’s grip tightened. “You’re not invincible.”

Camilla tilted her head slightly.

“No,” she agreed softly.

“I’m temporary.”

That word landed heavier than expected.

Nyxara’s voice surfaced in Diana’s mind.

“She is deteriorating faster than expected.”

Kaida followed immediately.

“Her body is rejecting itself.”

Diana’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“…So everything she’s doing—”

Nyxara:

“Is delay.”

Kaida:

“And desperation.”

Camilla stepped forward again.

Closer this time.

Her voice lowered.

“Do you know what it feels like,” she asked, “to remember your own death every second you’re alive?”

Diana didn’t answer.

Camilla continued anyway.

“I do.”

A pause.

Then softer—

“And I refused to accept it.”

The battlefield shook again.

A sudden surge of energy erupted from one of Camilla’s generals—forcing soldiers back violently.

Dylan turned sharply.

“…What now?”

From the smoke—

a new figure stepped forward.

Slow.

Heavy.

Watching everything like it already belonged to them.

Percy.

Even Ember and Frost paused for half a second.

Not fear.

Recognition.

Dylan’s eyes narrowed.

“…So you finally show up.”

Percy didn’t look at him.

He was watching Diana.

Only Diana.

At the center—

Camilla smiled faintly.

“Oh,” she said quietly.

“Perfect timing.”

Diana felt it immediately.

Not fear.

Not surprise.

But confirmation.

This wasn’t the end of the battlefield.

It was the real beginning of collapse.

Nyxara whispered:

“The scale has changed.”

Kaida followed:

“Now it becomes survival.”

Camilla’s voice dropped, almost gentle.

“Let’s stop holding back.”

Her eyes locked fully onto Diana.

“And finish this properly.”