Under the night sky, the white-haired witch watched as the Roel ignited the final dredges of his mana. She let out a soft sigh, knowing that he had already made up his mind.
Between killing his loved one to protect himself and staking his life on a glimmer of hope, Roel had chosen the latter. Artasia knew that it wasn’t a wise choice, but she wasn’t surprised at all.
“This again? You’re a greedy one, my hero. How do you intend to wake her from her reverie?” asked Artasia with a rare solemn look on her face.
After Roel’s previous failed attempt to wake Nora’s humanity, her divine instinct still upped its vigilance to prevent any mishap. At this point, it was no longer possible to get to her with just words.
Roel spent a second in thought before revealing his plan.
Artasia’s madder red eyes slowly widened. She stared at Roel for a very long time before finally giving a nod of approval. By then, Roel’s mana had also crescendoed to a peak, ready for one last charge.
A pale yellow glow descended upon Roel’s body, raising his fighting prowess to Origin Level 3. It was Peytra’s Blessing.
Shortly after, the Crown’s Stone started glowing brightly.
“Glacier!” muttered Roel.
The Crown Origin Attribute began buzzing in resonation, propagating the power of the Crown’s Stone. Frost aura gushed out of Roel’s body toward the golden sky. A blurred cataclysmic beast manifested behind him, as if a terrifying existence from the ancient era had awoken to unleash eternal winter upon the world.
As he slowly raised his hand, the amount of frost aura he was releasing intensified. It rushed upward to challenge the golden sky dominated by the Angel King, thus commencing yet another battle.
The golden aura and the white aura muddled the sky.
The Six Calamities were the envoys of the Mother Goddess. They were calamities manifested by the natural destructive forces of nature, putting it at an even higher order than gods. Even the Angel King’s assimilatory power couldn’t hope to undermine them.
Roel consciously formed a dome of frost aura around Nora to sever her connection with the sky, but this didn’t plunge the latter into panic. On the contrary, she became even more aggressive in her stand-off against Grandar. Before long, Grandar started to approach his limit.
His massive skeleton fists were already dyed with a layer of golden aura. This golden aura had started to permeate his body and ravage his insides, causing bits and pieces of his bones to fall to the ground.
This wasn’t a good sign, especially since Roel needed Grandar for his plan.
The first thing he had to do in order to awaken Nora’s humanity was to get close to her. That was the condition that had to be met before he could attempt anything. However, the only one who could help him achieve that was Grandar.
“Are you able to hold on?”
Roel looked at Grandar’s tattered body and asked.
“Go and do what you need to,” replied Grandar with a deep and majestic voice.
Roel nodded in response. He stepped forcefully against the ground and zapped forward with a burst of mana, reminiscent of a bolt of crimson lightning.
His approach alarmed the Angel King. She immediately began compressing her mana on her hand before releasing it as a destructive gush of golden light. She was determined not to let Roel come anywhere close to her.
The incoming gush of golden light blinded Roel, but he continued to charge forward without any hesitation. His golden eyes remained as calm as ever, seemingly unworried about the Angel King’s attack. He knew that there was a fearless giant behind him who would ensure his safety.
Roel’s silent trust ignited Grandar’s fighting will.
The Giant King let out a deafening roar. His massive body was crumbling at an increasing speed under the assimilatory nature of the destructive golden light, but even so, he still furiously channeled his mana into his right fist to hurl a crimson punch forward.
With a burst of crimson light, his tenacious attack tore right through the incoming golden light, opening a path for Roel to advance. After accomplishing his final mission, the remaining half of his body started to disintegrate.
100 meters.
Roel quickly charged forward, determined not to let Grandar’s sacrifice be in vain.
On the other hand, the Angel King swiftly switched from offense to defense in face of Grandar’s terrifying might, but she soon realized that the frost aura encircling her had sealed off her path of retreat. On top of that, she sensed that Grandar’s terrifying strength was starting to die down.
These changes made her realize that the scales were tilting in her favor, so she changed her mind and decided to go aggressive.
50 meters.
The Angel King unfurled her light wings and gathered her mana, but before she could fully unleash her attack, the white-haired witch beside Roel released her spell.
“Devour.”
Artasia pointed her finger forth and murmured a spell. Countless enigmatic black butterflies emerged from the void, initially attracted by Artasia’s mana, but their attention was soon drawn to the person who had the highest concentration of mana here—the Angel King.
They flocked toward the Angel King and feasted on her mana.
The assimilatory power harnessed in the Angel King’s mana swiftly disintegrated any black butterflies that dared to feast on her mana, but with their sheer number, the black butterflies still managed to weaken her. The golden aura she had defensively wrapped around her body began to recede, weakening her defenses.
30 meters.
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