273. Willy
Aw, co on!
I protested as Willy flitted between the rock walls of the ravine. A [Junior Centinel] leapt out of an alcove a crack in the wall and snapped for the [Will O Wisp]. He simply zipped out of the way.
The [Junior Centinel] landed with a thud. It got back to its feet, only for an iridescent fla to hover right behind it. Then Willys color changed. His wisps morphed into a dark crimson as he grew in size larger than the [Junior Centinel]. In that single instant, he engulfed it entirely.
I crossed my arms as the [Junior Centinel] was reduced to ashes.
Well?
No.
Willy repeated his answer. I threw my hands in the air.
Why not?
I really wanted him to teach how he was doing all these different flas. Especially since they were multi-colored. And they had different effects too! Most of my flas just burned stuff. I could make weapons as well, but even then the weapons usually included burning stuff.
anwhile, Willys flas did more than just that. His red flas incinerated everything it touched. His blue flas froze most things it touched. His green flas seed to heal anything it touched. His yellow flas well
An [Older Centinel] burrowed out of the ground, screeching as it sprayed acid at the [Will O Wisp]. So of the acid rained around , but a simple wave of flas protected from it. Willy, however, didnt care about the acid. It evaporated before it even reached him.
He countered the attack with his own yellow flas. And, well, the yellow fire seed more liquid-y than firey. It splashed across the carapace of the [Older Centinel]s shell, lting the red away as smoke sizzled up into the air. Fire could sotis lt things like ice or tal but this wasnt sothing that shouldve been lting. Yet, the carapace still lted.
The [Older Centinel] collapsed as the yellow fla ate away at its body. Its segnted body fell apart as Willy hurled another globule of yellow fla at it.
Huh. Your fire can do anything!
Yes.
Sohow, I could hear the pride in his voice. The [Will O Wisp] changed colors again, this ti sending out several balls of purple fla. These purple flas turned into wisp-like forms of their own, moving around with purpose as they floated to the corpses of the Centinels.
They seed to possess the bodies, sinking deep within the carapace as an ethereal glow filled the room. Finally, the corpses flew into the air, hovering back in the direction we ca.
Woah.
I stared at the floating bodies as they flew a dozen feet back into the other ravine. Right as they passed through the intersection where the ravine we were standing in cut across the smaller ravine we ca from, they vanished. Like theyd been dropped into the ocean and vanished ripples ran across the water, but the water remained clear, unblotted by what had been dropped onto its surface.
Good haul! Good haul!
I heard Krons voice echoing down to us. So, that was how they gathered Centinels to feed the haven. It was good teamwork. Especially with Willys abilities. Speaking of
Why wont you teach how to do that with your fire?
I turned to him, pouting. He flew in a circle around before pausing.
Stranger.
Stranger? Oh, right, we did just et, didnt we?
I tapped a finger on my chin.
Then why did you try to save earlier if Im a stranger?
Because.
Because?
Master.
Willy spoke in clipped sentences, but I got the gist of it. His master mustve had a typical adventurers creed to save anyone who was in danger, and he had thought I was in danger.
But I can handle myself. I wasnt actually in too much danger. Id have gotten out of that situation sohow!
I waved a claw off, but for whatever reason, I felt like Willy was dubious of .
Youve got to believe !
Ok.
He flew off, continuing his search for more Centinels. There werent too many Centinels here, populating this area of the Bloodied Gulf. If I had to guess, it was because of how this area was used as a hunting ground for the haven.
I followed Willy as he ventured further and further out, taking out Centinel after Centinel. He didnt even bother to send the lower-leveled ones back to Kron. I continued after him, arms crossed and protesting.
Its not even like youre that much higher-leveled than ! And youre handling yourself just fine, see? Plus, Im a Demon!
He turned to face as a Centinel leapt at him from behind. It combusted and died. He stared at .
Spirit.
..right.
I forgot about that.
Even still, Im not any ordinary Demon. Im a special Demon.
This actually seed to pique Willys interest. The ground rumbled as a low Level 100 [Senior Centinel] barreled its way down the ravine towards us, but the [Will O Wisp] still spoke to .
Special?
Hey, guys? thinks you loud. Should soft
Kron called out to us from afar, but I continued as I raised a hand.
Yep. Watch this.
I sent a rolling of blue flas at the [Senior Centinel]. A roiling wave that washed the rocky surface of the ravine clean of the lower-leveled Centinels around the area. It didnt instantly kill the [Senior Centinel], but the fire raged on, turning into a pure white, finally clearing the red stain off the Bloodied Gulf.
The notifications for the kills resounded in my head as I grinned.
Defeated [Junior Centinel Lvl. 37]!
Little-to-no experience is awarded for defeating an enemy!
Defeated [Senior Centinel Lvl. 104]!
Less experience is awarded for defeating an enemy at least 10 levels below you!
Didnt even break a sweat.
Weak.
Willy sohow made a snorting noise as he flew up. He sent a pillar of fire up into the air, drawing the attention of more Centinels from the nearby crevices. They ca. Hundreds of Centinels. A dozen [Older Centinels].
A single [Senior Centinel].
It was nearly Level 120. Close to Willys level. Above in level. But the [Will O Wisp] didnt budge. In fact, he continued to send the red inferno up above the crevice until it was no longer red, but yellow.
The yellow flas rained down on the approaching Centinels, leaving scathing marks on the earth as they lted the flesh of the lower-leveled Centinels. They had co like a tidal wave of red an avalanche of blood and death. Now, they were reduced to re writhing forms. Shattered. Like a broken iceberg.
Still, it wasnt as effective against the [Senior Centinel]. It was slightly hurt by the raining yellow flas its carapace sizzled as the fire tried to lt its way to its flesh. The [Senior Centinel] reeled and dug beneath the earth, escaping the attack.
I rolled my eyes.
You let it get away.
No.
Willy was insistent. His body shone with the color of the rainbow as the falling yellow flas turned blue. It pattered the floor of the Bloodied Gulf, turning it into a frozen wasteland and stopping the remaining [Older Centinel] in their tracks. They tried to break free, but a hail of red flas finished them off for good.
As for the [Senior Centinel], it exploded out of the ground only to find its legs clicking against a slippery floor. It couldnt get a proper grip and tumbled over, crashing against the side of the ravines wall.
The [Will O Wisp] flew over it as I watched, curious as to what hed do. I expected him to barrage it with red or yellow flas maybe even a different color I hadnt seen yet. What I didnt expect was for Willy to dive straight at the [Senior Centinel].
Um, what?
I stared at him as his body shifted. He grew slowly and slowly, becoming larger and larger, until he eventually beca as large as the [Senior Centinel]s head. He engulfed its face with his body. The [Senior Centinel] thrashed on the ground, trying to pick itself back up, but found itself slipping on the ice and falling over and over again.
Willy moved further down the [Senior Centinel] as it tried clawing him off it. His flas were physical the sharp legs of the [Senior Centinel] sohow seed to scratch the [Will O Wisp]. And that was why he moved, burning each of the segnted bodies of the [Senior Centinel] with a greater intensity than even his red flas.
The [Senior Centinel] struggled. It really did. But eventually, it stopped its thrashing as Willy drew back. He left the scorched corpse of the giant Centinel behind and flew my way.
See?
I gave him a flat stare.
Not impressed.
Lie.
Nope! Not lying! Im just better!
I stuck my tongue out at Willy, and he returned with a aningless buzzing sound. A voice interrupted our bickering. It was the amplified words of Kron.
Noisy! Loud! Both you!
Both Willy and I turned our heads well, in Willys case, he turned his body to where we ca from. I scowled.
I just think Im better than Willy here.
Wrong!
I can do just that no, wait. I can do even better.
Liar!
Willy fluttered around , making his buzzing noise as I rolled my eyes.
Unlike you, Im not actually trapped in this dumb place. I can leave the Bloodied Gulf anyti I want.
I raised my chin, beaming. Willy paused. He stayed silent for a mont before he spoke in a softer, less excited voice than earlier.
Sa.
I blinked.
Wait, wha
Before I could finish my sentence, Krons panicked voice repeated, this ti much louder than before.
Attention! Attract! Run!
The earth shook and I nearly lost my balance .I steadied myself against the rock wall as bits of debris fell from the cliff face. My brows snapped together and I spread my wings wide. I flew up above this small ravine followed by WIlly to find the source of the shaking.
It wasnt a single source, I realized. It ca from all around us. A tidal wave of Centinels were attracted to our location. But why? They werent that close by. In fact, they were coming from so of the large gorges where the main section of the Bloodied Gulf was located.
Sothing was calling them here. A screech. A call. One that rallied a small army of Centinels.
A shadow crossed the distance between the ravines. A large, looming shadow. It ca with a terrible crash one that reverberated loudly, causing a small tremor. I narrowed my eyes as I stared at the familiar figure. The one that had discovered my hiding spot.
It was a Centinel with a single rotund body no segnted parts, except for a head carried by just under a hundred legs. By its side was two massive claws, each of which could crush even an [Older Centinel] with ease.
Its face twisted as its elongated head tilted, eyes flickering in recognition at . I recognized it, too.
[Evolved Centinel - Lvl. 131]
A Titan Centinel. And sohow, it once again called the aid of every Centinel in the near area. Willys iridescent flas morphed into a pale white as he saw it. Krons terrified voice was all I could hear aside from the horrid calls of the giant monster.
Run! Run! We need run!
But I didn't budge. Even as the Titan Centinel continued its lumbering approach with its army of Centinels.
Instead, I looked over my Status, and smiled.
Hey, Willy, rember when I said I was fine earlier that I didnt need you to save ?
I turned to face him as he halted. He had been about to flee, now he waited for what I had to say next. I bared my teeth in delight as my blue flas wreathed around , anticipating the battle to co.
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