Ep 75. Who Are You? (5)

  When the demonkin had challehe First, he, too, had protected himself by c his body with dysreguted tears in space. To the demons that challenged him, it’d seemed like he was impervious to whatever they’d do; their attacks would never reach him, instead falling on random, irrelevant locations. Sometimes, their own attacks would fall on their own kin.

  But even then, it still meant that somewhere within their world, the First’s body was tinuing to exist. Even if the First were to disfigure shards of their world in a chaotiner, it still meant that some irrelevant location within their would still taihe First’s body.

  It atial disarray, not a cessation of existence.

  Then, all they had to do was find where the pattern in the disarray.

  ? ? ?

  ‘This…’t be happening.’

  Clyus’ body madly trembled in pain. His hand desperately ging onto the massive burn wound on his shoulder.

  But his attacker had no iion of stopping with just that.

  “There you are.”

  A dozen other spells materialized above Serenis’ head. Once again, every single one was aimed at the same mppost she’d fired at previously.

  When the Reaper finally grasped at the situation, he screamed out to his friend in response.

  “Clyus, undo the manipution! Now!!”

  Serenis’ spells sped across the air, and Clyus simultaneously swung his e.

  Several explosions followed suit, ringing throughout the marketpce.

  When the sounds ceased, the mppost had been reduced to dust. Clyus let out a relieved sigh wheiced that his body had remained untouched this time.

  But still, it didn’t ge the fact that a deity’s spatial manipution had been read in a matter of seds.

  Karas wore a faint smile. It was in stark trast to the scowl Felicir wore.

  ‘..Doesn’t matter.’

  Felicir raised his hand, staring down at the professor with an ominous gre. Whoever they were, the Reaper could merely reduce them to his pawn – as long as they were alive.

  But when the Reaper’s bck vapor washed over Karas’ figure, the professor merely tilted his head, staring back at Felicir with an amused look.

  “…You must be the Reaper. Not w as intended, is it?”

  Meanwhile, the deity of death was failing to process the situation at hand.

  Once again, the deity’s divinity was failing to take hold of his enemy. And unlike Serenis’ case, this professor wasn’t even wearing an artifact that tained Aldrid’s divinity.

  ‘To hell with it all.’

  The Reaper clicked his tongue. Despite the professor’s appeara immediately became apparent that they weren’t a living half, but a mere lookalike monster.

  He frantically turned his head towards the elf, hissing out his few words.

  “Clyus…we don’t he dragonlord. Just kill them.”

  Having a demonlord uheir trol would’ve been a priceless, unimaginable asset. And it’d seemed quite possible when Serenis was alone – when she had no ways of toug them.

  But if she had an ally capable of reading Clyus’ trickery, then the ce was much, much slimmer. Especially when said ally was also impervious to Felicir’s divinity.

  Clyus painfully gripped his e.

  “Kh…hff…fine.”

  Even now, the elf wanted nothing more than to run away; he wasn’t the type to stay and fight flory and honor. But Clyus also khat if he were to make even the slightest attempt at abando, then the very life Felicir would cim would be his own.

  And so, he forced himself up. He forced his gaze to meet the dragonlord’s, raising his e to draw a line across her waist.

  Oear across the air, and it would ly sever her body in half; demonlord or not, his divinity couldn’t be blocked by any means. Mere shields and barriers held nothing against a spatial tear.

  But unfortunately, the tearing itself could be stopped before ever taking effect. And, unbeknownst to the two opposiies, Karas was already aware of this fact.

  The professor briefly gnced behind him – towards the spell that was still in effect.

  “The manipution’s undone. I believe you’re better suited for this.”

  The portal he’d walked out from STILL hadn’t closed. And when the professor finished his sentence, a loud g noise came from within – as if something heavy had kicked themselves against the ground.

  Karas beamed a bright grin, shaking his head at Serenis with a low chuckle.

  “You don’t know how difficult it was to make her sit still.”

  “…’Sit still’? You don’t mean-“

  Serenis’ thoughts were pleted real-time. A metallic silhouette burst out from the portal with a g thud; massive momentum carried the figure forward, her right arm stretched outwards.

  It might as well have been instantaneous.

  Clyus couldn’t so much as even perceive the dragon lunging at him – until Raizel’s hand buried itself right into Clyus’ face with a painful g noise.

  The elf couldn’t even muster a pained scream. The unfiving grip over his head only tightened further, demolishing his face whole.

  Raizel let the momentum carry her forward a while longer. After ing to an abrupt stop with a loud stomp, the youngling swung her arm downwards, driving Clyus into the ground with a gigantic explosion of stone and dirt.

  When the dust would clear, Serenis could see the elf buried upside-down into the depths of a small crater. His legs were twitg, but he didn’t seem capable of ing out anytime soon…or ever.

  But she couldn’t celebrate. Wheedly realized that Raizel shouldn’t be here with them, Serenis immediately turned her gaze, fear rapidly welling up within her chest.

  Unlike Karas, Raizel wasn’t immuo Felicir’s divinity.

  But when Serenis had remembered this, it was far too te. Felicir’s vapor was already upoal dragon, readying to swallow her figure whole.

  “RAIZEL!”

  Once Felicir took hold over the youngling, she’d be his to trol. Felicir could kill her at a moment’s notice; worse, he could make the steel dragon turn against Serenis herself.

  But even in the face of the Reaper’s dreaded divinity, Raizel only let out a demeaning scoff.

  “Make yourself useful.”

  Raizel immediately reached onto the back of her neck, plug out a small dybug that had been attached to her nape. She then held it between her fingers like some sort of charm before the oning vapor.

  A golden light ed the i, its silhouette rapidly growing into a humanoid shape. Soon after, the lights shattered apart to reveal Aldrid in its pce – with minimal dignity, being held by her colr like a some sort of shield and all.

  …Which was, unfortunately(?), exactly what she was at this moment.

  The bck vapor washed over the two figures, only to dissipate before the deity of life’s essence surrounding them. Raizel let out another audible scoff, giving a mog grin back towards the Reaper.

  “Easy.”

  “…”

  Serenis finally let go of her breath. She’d been holding it without even realizing.

  The entire se had sted for a mi best. A, it felt as if ay had passed in the dragonlord’s eyes. Even though the danger had seemingly passed, her heart was thumping faster than ever before from fear of losing another kin.

  Karas beamed an apologetic smile towards Serenis.

  “…You see, when Raizel found out where you’d gone, she kept insisting that she’d e with us. We tried to stop her at first, but then we realized that…there actually is a sed ward she could use.”

  “…”

  That’s not a ward, Karas.

  Not that it mattered.

  “…Ha. Haha.”

  Serenis let out an involuntary ughter.

  Because Raizel wielding Aldrid as a shield was funny? Partially, but not quite.

  The dragonlord simply found it humorous. The realization that was dawning on her should’ve occurred so long ago, a never had – until now.

  ‘…I’m not alone, am I?'

  Praybird