"What the..."
Silvan whispered, "Let's end this." He gripped the sword tighter, ensuring the Necrot remained in place. His tone dropped: "Crystal Projection...!"
Imdiately, the air above seed to freeze up. Frosty sensations travelled into the depths of the hair. As soon as the Necrot looked up, a rain of ice descended.
The shards cut through her skin deep into her bones. anwhile, ice clanged on Silvan's sabre. But his attack did not affect him, as he had placed a barrier atop. He held Nyra in place as she fell to her knees.
Suddenly, Pound! Silvan's eyes widened as sothing shook the ground. It sent him off his leg, his body plumting backward through the air. Mid-air, black and silvery tendrils approached him head-on. It was as if ti slowed down.
In that instant, Silvan saw a dark butterfly that was larger than usual. It hovered over Nyra, who was now on her feet. The tendrils from the butterfly hooked him in place.
They straightened his body mid-air, positioning his leg inches from the ground. Then, they wrapped around him, tightening his arms close to his sides.
Silvan felt a knot tighten in his abdon. He tried to spread his arms and move his body to get free, but things proved pointless.
Looking forward, the Necrot was conjuring misty balls in her two palms! Silvan's heart pounded against his chest. Desperately, he squinted and shifted his body from side to side.
'Curse it...' Before he could take a second breath, a hamring feeling hit him straight in his abdon. "Ahh!!!" he scread.
At that mont, his body pulled upwards. The next second, a faint fiery light moved out of his body across the tendril. He felt weaker and weaker with every pull in his body.
And in the distance, Nyra had a broad smile. Silvan's body felt softer, unlike the mont he had awakened the Immortal Mage Body.
Nyra shut her eyes, facing up with a smile of pleasure. "Wow... what a refreshing kind of power."
"Re-freshing?" Silvan imagined with a loud expression; his jaw dropped. He glanced at the tendril, Nyra, then his body. His body was thrilling with a power he hadn't yet activated.
The answer was obvious, making his heart race faster, but this wasn't the ti for such. Determined, he closed his eyes, calming his mind and exterior. However, the frequent pulls continued to confuse him.
'If I fail to stop her now, what would they think of ? My parents would feel ashad of after the promises I made to avenge their deaths.
The Pavilion headmaster would conclude I didn't listen to his advice to my death. And... and Lady Nadia would say our plans over the years have co to nothing. Crunches...'
At that mont, he heard Nyra's voice:
"Curse you! Get off !"
In the next second, he heard a desperate and struggling one that scread at him to take action. "Wake up, bastard! I can't hold her down for long!"
Silvan gasped out of confusion. Instinctively, he knew who that could be. He opened his stare, glancing forward.
He saw him; the guy he had abducted here was wrapping his arms around Nyra, holding her down. She felt outraged. And to his dismay, Silvan realised the pull had reduced to almost nothing.
"How did he figure... it out?"
Nyra jabbed her elbow against Zy's head. But he squinted his eyelids and groaned without making a sound, although he didn't let go.
"Bastard! Don't you hear ?! We have scores to settle, but we at least should clear her off!" Zy shouted amidst the pain shooting in his temples.
When he woke up, he had seen the entire thing that happened. The woman had a dark aura, and her reactions proved her maniacalness. Moreover, on top of everything, it seed she was absorbing the bastard's power.
Like in the academy, he missed no detail. So, he noticed the wide butterfly followed the woman's every move. It would turn in whichever way she did. It couldn't laugh as she did. But it had so humor. It spread its wings with a nacing gesture.
One only had to disrupt her focus. That would break the butterfly too, Zy deduced. Why was he helping his kidnapper? Honestly, he didn't grasp this, but he thought he had seen the guy do sothing to him back then.
When he had laid him on a piece of rock and probably widened his palm at him... he only saw it with one eye half-closed. He wasn't sure if his vision was clear.
But instead of a terrible change in himself when he woke, he felt faint shivers in his chest and around his nails. Thus, he should at least make sure this guy lives.
After all, he wants to inquire about many things. Also, he wants to get back at him for interfering with his ways without his approval.
anwhile, Silvan Ferox shifted his body as he had attempted recently. The tendrils sagged, and flas burst out from his body. Imdiately, it inflad the tendril, traveling across to the others.
The energy turned the butterfly into ashes and sent Zy and Nyra flying in the air backward. Zy's chest hit the hard ice surface. Pain shot through his abdon, and he winced. Nyra skidded instead.
She clutched the ground till she stopped, then balanced herself. She straightened her back, her expression turning into sothing that resembled rage.
Zy felt a chill on his cheeks, lying on the icy surface. Sothing like water yet like pure energy flowed beneath the surface. He pressed down on it, rising to his feet. Silvan Ferox, ahead, was now pure fire and strength.
Without hesitation, he strode towards Nyra, covering the six ters that separated them. He was half-naked under the blue gradient. His chiseled physique commanded attention. His muscular fra seed carved from stone.
His broad shoulders tapered down to a powerful, defined torso. Flas traced every contour of his muscular body. His taut skin bore scars, a testant to countless battles fought.
Veins coursed along his forearms like rivers of raw strength. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm.
Zy's eyes locked in on him. Briefly, they looked at each other. He didn't even know why, but he raised a punch, boosting his morale. He muttered a silent "You've got this."
Silvan smiled and then turned his glance towards Nyra.
In the distance, Nyra could see their exchange. It was a silent, mutual trade of understanding and collaboration. She knew even if Silvan wasn't strong enough to beat her, his confidence had soared with this guy's support.
But she felt confused. With a body that's not a Marked One, how could he still be on his feet earlier? Her power should have sent him off when he held her down.
However, she put that aside for later.
She smirked. "Silvan Ferox... seems I've got sothing for you."
"Try again to postpone your death in the afterlife," Silvan said, his voice a tight whisper. He didn't stop in his motion.
Nyra spread her arms to both sides with a mocking expression. "What an expression! Haha, you make it sound like you can kill right away. Well, well... what a guy you are."
Silvan sighed. "Nice... I would like you to die an arrogant piece of trash then. Nice choice."
But in the next second, Silvan's confidence crumbled. Instantly, he froze in place. At the sa ti, Zy's eyes widened too. anwhile, Nyra smiled, her confidence now surpassing Silvan's recent confidence. She pointed her hand up to the left.
Zy yelled, "Why... why the hell is Aura in there!?"
Silvan clenched his sabre with a firm grip. He groaned, "What are you up to!?"
Nyra chuckled. "Sothing... interesting!"
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