TL: Rui88
Ladi Sertia’s erald eyes suddenly burst with a captivating light, but her pupils were not focused on any single point ahead. Her equally green hair seed to defy gravity, floating upwards.
The guards, witnessing such a strange sight for the first ti, found it incredible. They stared wide-eyed, not blinking, at the mystical scene in the center of the camp, seeming to have forgotten they were surrounded by an ever-approaching fire. A few who had experienced the incident with the mad mage on the road with Paul recalled the danger of that ti; it was this sa green-haired witch who had blocked the mad mage’s fatal blow.
The witch’s lips moved rapidly, chanting words with a special rhythm. Accompanied by this incantation, which was aningless to mortals, a faint light began to appear around her. Looking closely, they were specks of starlight…or points of light…floating by her side. Against the night, they resembled bioluminescent algae in a pure lake.
Gradually, more and more points of light floated about. They connected and converged, seeming to form a cylindrical barrier of light around the witch.
The witch continued her chant. The barrier of light encircling her grew thicker, and its brightness intensified until it beca too dazzling to look at directly. To Paul, standing nearby, it looked like a large, upright incandescent tube.
It was at that mont that rolling waves of heat arrived from all directions. The crowd, srized by the witch’s spell, finally snapped back to reality, only then realizing what a terrible inferno they were in.
Everything around the camp…trees, vines, flowers, weeds, even rocks…had been ignited. A raging fire clung to them, madly consuming organic matter and growing ever taller.
Looking out from the camp, countless flas had rged into a boundless, crimson ocean. Birds fell helplessly from the sky, allowing the flas to devour them. Beasts darted about in despair, but ultimately could not escape the agony of being burned alive.
Even having witnessed the witch’s incredible magic, everyone who saw this scene couldn’t help but fall into a deep despair.
Primal fear made many begin to pray silently to the gods.
The ravenous sea of fire seed to have discovered the survivors in this small camp. A furious tide of flas surged towards them. Arriving before the fire was the equally deadly thick smoke. Everyone slled the choking odor and instinctively covered their mouths and noses, an intense feeling of suffocation following suit.
“Go!”
At that critical mont, the witch in the center of the camp suddenly shouted. The barrier of light around her abruptly began to expand. It all happened in an instant; in just a few seconds, the ever-expanding cylindrical wall of light passed through everyone’s bodies, finally stopping at a radius of about ten ters, just managing to envelop everyone within. After expanding, the wall of light could no longer be called a wall; perhaps a mbrane was more appropriate. It was also far less dazzling than before. To the others, it felt as if they were inside a large glass do.
The furious tide of the fire sea swept in imdiately after, but strangely, the flas stopped when they hit the thin-looking, transparent mbrane of light, unable to advance another inch.
Moreover, those sheltered within the light shield no longer slled the suffocating smoke, as if the air had suddenly been purified.
Paul sat down on the ground with a plop. It was a true escape from death.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his arm, surprised at how much he had perspired. He didn’t know if it was from fear or heat. Fortunately, the surrounding air was no longer as scorching as before.
Ladi Sertia, my talisman! My goddess! Paul nearly shouted it out, disregarding his image.
He wanted to go and hug the green-haired witch, but when he turned to look at her, Ladi had once again closed her eyes, sitting cross-legged on the ground, completely still.
‘Perhaps she’s in a state of high ntal tension right now,’ Paul looked at the light shield holding back the flas. ‘This probably needs the caster to maintain it constantly. I’d better not disturb her.’
Everyone wore expressions of having survived a catastrophe. They sat or lay on the ground, gasping for breath, allowing their nearly exhausted bodies to rest.
…
“Paul Grayman!”
At the entrance to Weaselcat Valley, Dimitri Warren roared at the forest that had turned into a sea of fire.
“Tyrant!”
“Despot!”
“This is your final end! This is retribution for killing my son! This is the consequence of your cruelty to your people.”
Old Warren’s face was filled with the exhilaration of vengeance fulfilled.
“This fire is my will, this fire is my avatar, and it will surely burn you to a pile of useless dregs! Hahahaha!”
“Lord Grayman!” Fergus stared blankly at the flas, muttering under his breath, but the Lord Grayman he spoke of was Paul’s father.
“I am so sorry, but your heir has gone down a wicked path. He has completely defied your teachings, becoming a self-willed and tyrannical ruler. I… I had to send him to you.”
“If you are aware in heaven, please rest assured. The new lord will still co from your family’s bloodline. The Grayman family will continue to rule this land.”
The fire blazed before them, dancing before them, but a river separated them from it, so Old Warren, Fergus, and their n were not afraid in the slightest.
The flas continued to soar, to dance, and then to converge.
Converge?
Old Warren and Fergus, noticing the anomaly, stared with wide eyes.
Yes, the flas on the other side of the river were gathering into a single beam. More specifically, they were twisting together like a whirlwind, like an upside-down typhoon.
How could this be?
Old Warren and Fergus looked at each other. In their decades of life, they had seen all kinds of fires, but never such a strange phenonon.
Fergus suggested, “Perhaps we should head back first. With a fire this big, Grayman inside is certainly dead. Why don’t we go back and get a good night’s sleep, and co back to check in the morning.”
In truth, he had a rather bad feeling.
Old Warren nodded, “You’re right. I think so too.”
“Ah…ah…ah…”
Terrified screams rang out from all around; it was their subordinates shouting.
“A demon! A demon of fire is coming!”
Fergus’s heart leaped into his throat as he looked towards the burning forest on the opposite bank.
The whirlwind of fire had changed. Like a giant python hunting its prey, its massive, long body leaped across the river and lunged fiercely towards them.
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