“Do you not feel foolish for resisting me, when you clearly know that you’re not my match?” Mephisto placed his greatsword over his shoulder and asked.
Orthlyss smiled in response: “Bold warrior, even though your swordsmanship is powerful, your eyes fail to see the truth.”
Brendel’s change in tone made Mephisto slightly perplexed, but it was gone as quickly as a lightning flash:
“Are you trying to say that you’re not Kirrlutz’s royalty?”
“You will know whether I am in a moment.”
Mephisto’s eyes narrowed: “…… What are you trying to do?”
Brendel informed Orthlyss there was an area of safety similar to a Sanctuary in the Dark Forest. There were three spots discovered in the game, all of them located past the Blockade of Wolves, and the White Cliffs of Divinity was the nearest spot.
Orthlyss walked over to Amandina and passed the Fire Seed to her, while she whispered next to her ears:
“Amandina, follow this valley and walk north to the White Cliffs of Divinity.”
“White….. cliffs of divinity?”
“If you see the rocks changing turning to an ivory-white color, that would be it.”
Amandina looked at her lord and nodded, uncertain of the details but not asking for a further explanation. Mephisto released his grip on the greatsword’s hilt and tightened it again. He could capture the contents of their conversation with his high perception, but he did not interrupt them since he did not think the youth would be able to escape far away from him.
His target was Veronica, and Brendel was all that he needed to control.
“It doesn’t matter what petty tricks you’re trying to make, you can scheme openly if you want to,” he said.
Orthlyss turned to Mephisto and raised the sword in her hands.
“Oh? Are you done?” He asked.
“You are truly confident of yourself.” She replied.
Mephisto’s arrogance also drew out the ire of the female heroic knight of the past. The Sword Saint of Ashes thrust his weapon to the ground and beckoned with his hand.
Come and find out how confident I am.
Orthlyss scoffed through her nose as she returned Halran Gaia to its sheath. Six green wings of shimmering light suddenly spawned from the youth’s back.
“This is!” Mephisto’s expression crumbled.
[Wind Elf’s combat tactics, Cerulean Bolt?]
Orthlyss hopped into the sky and seemed to glide in the air. But the seemingly slow flight in the air was an afterimage, and the youth was already near the forest’s edge. The Sword Saint of Ashes snarled and pursued after him, his movements resembling a black dragon. His speed was indeed slower by a sliver, and the chase would be a contest of stamina.
Orthlyss changed direction once she entered the forest.
“How far do you want me to take him to?” She asked.
“One or two miles would do,” Brendel replied.
“That’s a little far, boy.”
The wings extended upwards, causing Brendel’s body to glide upwards above the trees. Orthlys
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