Chapter 179 The foreplay to a grand battle?
Imperial Dragons Arc
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(POV: Akashic Records)
Lumiere approached Serena's limp form.
His heart pounded in his chest.
Anger and concern coursed through his veins.
He carefully lifted her body, cradling her in his arms as his stormy athyst eyes scanned her for any visible injuries. His jet-black hair cascaded over his eyes, casting a shadow that seed to darken his face.
With a monotonous voice, Lumiere spoke, his tone both calm and unsettling. "So, your na's Eunaria," he uttered, not bothering to look up at her. "Right?"
Eunaria's lips curled into a cheeky smile, her eyes glead with amusent. "Yes, that's right," she replied, mockery evident in her voice.
Lumiere's gaze didn't waver, his anger simring beneath the surface.
"How dare you harm my woman," he said.
"Huh?"
She burst into laughter, unable to contain herself any longer.
Her hand covered her mouth, failing to stifle the mirth that shook her body.
Eunaria's laughter subsided, her expression turning serious.
She looked down at Lumiere, her eyes narrowing with a mixture of curiosity and disdain.
"Aren't you ashad?" she questioned in a condescending manner.
Still refusing to et her gaze, Lumiere exhaled a sigh.
"Ashad? No." he declared. "But I'm rather... angry."
"Hm?" Eunaria raised an eyebrow.
Lumiere made his way back to his small group.
"I've never seen Lord Lumiere like this before," Skarz muttered, his eyes locked on his leader's retreating figure.
"...he's angry..." said Lirien, plainly.
"Eh... yeah, we know that..." Mojito spoke awkwardly.
Fasit, her gaze fixed on Lumiere, nodded in agreent.
"His anger isn't overpowering like a raging inferno that devours everything," she observed. "It's more like a silent predator, patiently waiting to consu its enemies."
Lirien nodded, "...he's very angry..." plainly speaking.
"Eh... we kn—"
Mimosa shoved Mojito before he could complete his sentence.
Lumiere carefully handed Serena over to Fasit.
The concerned gryganri imdiately asked him, "Great Lumiere, what happened to Serena? Is she alright?"
( T/N: Gryganri = Female Grygan | Gryganard = Male Grygan )
Her voice was filled with worry, reflecting the deep concern etched across her face.
Lumiere, however, remained silent, his eyes fixed on Serena's now motionless form.
He was lost in his own thoughts, his mind consud by a whirlwind of emotions.
Ignoring Fasit's question, "Stellaria..." he called out.
Stellaria, always calm and composed, floated gently next to Lumiere, her ethereal form seemingly weightless. "What seems to be the issue, Lumiere?" she inquired, her voice soft and soothing.
Her eyes held a glimr of curiosity, but her deanor remained unwaveringly serene.
Lumiere took a deep breath, his gaze still fixated on Serena.
"I need you and the others to give and that Dragon so room," he finally murmured.
Stellaria smiled as she nodded in understanding.
"Of course, honey. But you do know if I helped you it'd make this a billion tis easier," she offered.
Without another word, Lumiere turned his back on Stellaria and began to walk away, his bat-like wings once again sprouting from his back.
As he stretched his right hand to the side, a brilliant golden sphere materialized, gradually transforming into a magnificent magic staff. At its tip, a large golden manastone— a magic crux, pulsed with raw power.
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