Chapter 1104 They Are Creepy

Chapter 1104 They Are Creepy

Archer's mana repaired the broken life, shocking everyone around Yellowstone and causing the National Park Service to rush around looking for the source. He continued to channel mana into the Earth, with Midnight sleeping peacefully on his lap as he gently stroked her soft fur.

Eventually, exhaustion took its toll, and he blacked out from mana depletion. Awakening from her slumber, the little cat sensed his vulnerability and decided to protect him while he lay unconscious.

She stood on his body while scanning the surroundings and soon noticed a noise from a nearby brush. Midnight's ears twitched, sensing the danger, and a low growl bubbled in her throat.

With a fierce hiss, she lunged forward, her tiny form a blur of black fur against the moonlight. The lead coyote faltered, surprised by her audacity. Undeterred, she leaped at the nearest one, claws extended, and slashed across its snout with a swift strike.

The coyotes hesitated, momentarily taken aback by the fierce little furball before them. The cat stood her ground, fur bristling, hissing defiantly as she prepared to fight. One of the Coyotes lunged at her.

Midnight dodged to the side while swiping at the animal before pouncing on another. She continued to fight valiantly against the coyotes, her claws flashing like daggers as she darted between them.

Hisses and growls filled the air as she pushed back against the advancing pack. But the odds quickly turned against her. The coyotes, relentless and cunning, began to close in. One lunged from the left, snapping at her back leg, while another circled to flank her from behind.

Midnight dodged and swiped, but fatigue began to set in. A sudden sharp bite on her hind leg made her yelp in pain, and she stumbled. In that fleeting moment of vulnerability, the pack surged forward, overwhelming her with sheer numbers.

The cat's heart raced as panic surged, urging her to escape. But just as she dashed away, one of the coyotes lunged, sinking its teeth into her tail and eliciting a startled yelp. Midnight spun around, ready to fight.

But that's when she saw Archer standing there, his violet eyes glowing fiercely. He raised his hand, and Mana Manipulation lifted the coyotes off the ground. In an instant, he crushed their bodies, which burst into clouds of blood mist.

'Damn things tried to kill my cat,' he thought while calming down.

As the chaos died down, Archer knelt, gently scooping up the little black cat while casting Aurora Healing on her. All of Midnight's injuries healed before she started showering him with affection.

He began to stroke her gently, his voice warm and reassuring. ''Thank you for protecting me. I'll keep you by my side from now on, as long as it's safe.''

Midnight responded with a soft meow, nuzzling her head against his face in a gesture of affection that made Archer smile. He reached behind her ear, scratching softly, and she purred contentedly at his touch.

Satisfied, he settled back down, casting a cosmic shield to form a protective barrier around them. Archer started pouring mana into the ground before running out again and falling unconscious.

The Blightborn crumbled into ash moments later, and the corridor fell silent. Talila wiped her blade clean, her gaze steely as she pressed onward. She needed to find Olivia's quarters, but with no clear direction, every shadowed hallway looked the same.

Determined, Talila moved cautiously, scanning each door she passed, her senses alert to any sign of movement—or a clue that might lead her to Olivia's room. She moved like a shadow through the ship's corridors, her senses sharp in the oppressive silence.

Each step echoed faintly, swallowed up by the darkness stretching endlessly ahead. As she pressed forward, she encountered a hunched creature lurking near a broken panel, its milky eyes swiveling in her direction.

Without a sound, she drove her blade through its skull, catching its limp body before it hit the ground.

The deeper she ventured, the more creatures emerged from the darkness: ghouls with hollow, hungry eyes and monstrous Blightborn covered in oozing scars. Talila moved quickly, killing them quickly with her blade coated in the faint glow of mana, leaving nothing but ashes in her wake.

'I'm getting used to killing these things, but they are creepy,' she thought while resting.

Her breathing remained steady, her movements quick as she continued, even as her surroundings grew more unsettling; distant howls and shuffling noises echoed from unseen places, making the walls seem like they were closing in.

Finally, she reached a heavy door engraved with ornate symbols—Olivia's quarters. She steadied herself, wiping sweat from her brow, her hand tightening around her blade as she pushed the door open, prepared for whatever horror awaited within.

'I can smell death,' she thought while stepping inside.

Blood stained the wall, but several figures were crouched in the room's corners, causing her to react as the first howl rang out. Talila shut the door before lunging at the first Blightborn and thrusting her blade through its skull.

She quickly spun and hit another with a Moon Blast that burned the Ghoul to ashes. Talila sidestepped the next attack but felt the creature's claw slice open her cheek as she retaliated with a slash across its side.

Following that, Talila skillfully put down every monster lurking in the room. Minutes later, they were all dead, allowing her to sit down to catch her breath. Thanks to being an elf, she had no problem seeing in the dark.

'I've killed hundreds of them but the soldiers need to move careful as they ambush you from the shadows,' she thought while cleaning her swords.

Talila's gaze locked onto the door leading to the bridge; it would simplify things. After taking a moment to rest and regain her strength, she rose, steeling herself as she approached and stepped through the doorway.

Her relief was short-lived; she let out a weary sigh as her eyes adjusted to the gruesome sight before her. The corridor leading to the elevator was drenched in blood, strewn with torn body parts.

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