Using her swift legs, Lillian dashed through the arduous trees. Wherever she went, more markings of the sa massive claw marks could be seen scratched into the trees.
It was starting to get slightly daunting now...
Just as she was about to take another step... she suddenly tripped over an exposed root.
"W-woah!"
THUD!
She groaned from her clumsy fall. 'Great... I grazed my knee...' Getting up off the floor, she then realised that the ground before her looked slightly... odd and unnatural. (2)
Before, she was a large patch of leaves neatly packed together in a circle.
She stared with a deadpan expression at the carpet of lines. Kneeling down, she grabbed one of the sticks nearby and brushed against the leaves, revealing a grid of sticks underneath. (5)
Now that she had confird her suspicions that this was definitely a trap—She held out her hand and blasted a water bullet at it.
Her attack shattered through the rough foundations keeping the leaves from falling and revealed a pit several tres deep.
Peeking inside, stone spikes of varying sizes and shapes stared grimly back at her.
"... This looks so cartoony..."
'... Good thing I tripped...' Just as she was about to walk around it, the familiar voice of a woman resounded from behind a tree.
"OH CO ON!"
Lillian snapped her head towards the tree and saw Millis peeking from behind it—dumbfounded.
"YA ALMOST FELL INTO IT!"
"... Almost! Good attempt, though." Lillian smiled comfortingly at her. If she hadn't had her necklace, she would've no doubt fallen into it. (2)
Actually, she didn't think she would've made it this far without it.
"How did you even get here so fast?"
"Hm? I just used the trees."
"The trees...?"
"Mhm! How 'bout I just show ya?" Millis said with an ominous tone.
She raised her hand and patted the tree beside her.
SWISH!
Lillian rolled out the way as sothing shot at her from the tree. Looking back at it—she saw it seed to be a long, narrow but sharpened branch.
It looked like an oversized toothpick!
She looked back at Millis with a wry expression, "No warning...?" (2)
"Would ya like one?"
"I an... I would prefer you t—"
"Warning!"
Before Lillian could even finish her sentence, Millis interrupted her—launching yet another wooden projectile at her.
Only this ti...
SPLATTER!
It pierced through her shoulder—splattering her blood across the grass and dying it.
A searing pain erupted in her shoulder, causing her mind to blank. She gritted her teeth and braced through the pain. (2)
She would then go to summon another health potion from her inventory and swiftly drink it. This was her last one.
The hole in her shoulder then began to heal miraculously at a visible rate. Her muscles are growing and stretching out—nding together. Millis watched wondrously—patiently waiting for Lillian to finish healing.
Lillian breathed a shaky sigh of relief as she saw her shoulder as good as new. Although a scar now replaced that area. She looked up towards Millis and asked:
"How co you didn't attack ?" (2)
"Ehhh... doesn't seem honourable for to..."
Lillian's eyes softened as she rembered this nature of hers. While Millis was indeed soone who desired a harem, she was still, in the end, a Chivalrous saint.
'A lustful, chivalrous saint...' Lillian snickered to herself.
"Well then... shall we begin?"
Millis nodded and patted the tree once again—shooting yet another splinter towards Lillian, except she was ready this ti. With a tilt to the side and narrowly avoiding it—she counterattacked with a projectile of her own.
Millis grinned as she saw the bullet of water approaching her rapidly and raised a wall of wood in response.
SPLASH!
The power behind it was able to leave behind a small crater in the wall.
Lillian stared solemnly at the wall.
'The elent to control nature itself. Since it doesn't belong to the category of natural elents—it resides in the unorthodox section of this world's power.'
The category of Natural Elents is basically centred around the four main elents and the different sub-variants of it. For example, her water elent, since it belongs to this category, may lead her to be able to control ice itself.
The category of Unorthodox, however, as its na suggests, are elents that don't fall in the traditional section of what we would refer to as elents.
This category would focus on more man-made and conceptual elents in the world—for example, tal, decay and possibly even blood.
If she had to bet between a person with an unorthodox elent and a person with a natural one, she would most likely bet it on the one with an unorthodox elent.
The possibility of it being anything and most likely deadly in battle is high.
'And currently... I'm facing off against soone who owns an Unorthodox Elent... great...' She then grinned.
Millis continued to hide behind her wall until a ferocious tremor perated throughout it. Sensing sothing was off, she dived towards the ground, narrowly avoiding a spinning drill of water that penetrated through her wall.
Looking up and through the hole in it, she saw Lillian's mad and defiant smirk on her face. (8)
"You wanna bet on whether or not my elent can beat yours?"
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