Chapter 69: Nice

The Sentinel's orbs, carried by claw-like structures on the end of its arms, slowly lit up before suddenly unleashing four beams of pure energy of heat and red light. The four beams converged at the surface of Zach's lens, where they seemingly disappeared.

The four beams that were as thick as mediocre legs on one side of the lens transformed into a single beam the thickness of a wrist on the other side.

With a tremor and an ominous hum, the laser splashed into the swamp, quickly raising a cloud of steam that obstructed the view for Zach and the others until the heat drove even the steam away.

It didn't take long for the water in the area directly around the laser's strike zone to evaporate and leave nothing but a desert-like ground behind. And it didn't take long for the laser to begin piercing through the ground.

Slowly, the laser melted and blew away the soil with incredible heat and force. The laser dug into the ground like it was an eternal enemy that had finally become weak enough to succumb.

Zach's grin only widened as the heat escaped the protective barrier and made them sweat. But only for a moment. The heat and light the laser produced chased away the sweat as well, leaving the three students almost as dry as the ground beneath them.

Dukiel's and Julius' jaws almost hung to the ground. If the air hadn't made their lips and skin dry up, they might have been smooth and elastic enough to reach the ground. As the air became difficult to breathe, they closed their mouths.

Dukiel continued looking at his Sentinel in awe. He knew his familiar was powerful. But he had never managed to help it unleash such concentrated destruction. He glanced at Zach, filled with mixed feelings of gratitude, admiration, and envy.

Julius glanced around. He had realized something else. seaʀᴄh thё ηovelFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Wouldn't the forest catch on fire at this rate?

The residual heat was enough to dry out the ground even outside two layers of barriers, and the leaves on the trees and bushes were quickly turning crispy. If it extended further or grew hotter, wouldn't things start burning soon?

Julius considered asking Zach or Dukiel to ask the Sentinel to stop for a moment. But the laser was loud.

He hadn't even noticed it since it wasn't noisy. It just filled the air with tremors and vibrations that made it difficult to hear anything.

Julius couldn't contain his worry. But before he could tap either of his two friends, the Sentinel cut the lasers of its own volition with a hissing sound. It looked like steam or smoke was rising from the orbs, but that could have been a mirage due to the smoke coming from the hole the Sentinel had dug.

The Sentinel retracted its lasers and hovered in place, its surface visibly hot. It waited for a few moments while it rapidly cooled down before flying over to Sentinel.

The others couldn't tell, but Dukiel could. The Sentinel was excited and happy at having unleashed such a powerful laser, even if it was with the help of someone else.

Zach was curious about the hole and was about to approach despite the heat when he stumbled.

He quickly caught himself and rested his hands on his knees as he had to take several deep breaths. The barrier lens had shattered right after the Sentinel stopped blasting it with lasers.

Since the Sentinel was done, Zach figured it was fine to stop focusing on keeping it whole. It had been a slight misjudgment.

Zach's chest felt uncomfortable, but after taking a minute or two to gather himself, he stood up.

Although the laser had only been a wrist thick, it hadn't been concentrated enough that it only burned through the ground with the same circumference. It would be a tight fit, but the whole was wide enough for them.

Zach gave Yanael an apologetic look. Her dress wouldn't come out on the other side untouched. Fortunately, Yanael didn't seem to mind. Or she was too busy staring down the hole to care about Zach's look.

Yanael had a serious expression.

Zach wanted to ask her about it. But Dukiel and Julius were right behind him. And the hem of his pants was on fire.

"Ah! Shit, shit shit." Zach hopped around while taking off his pants and stomping out the fire on them.

Dukiel and Julius looked at his heart print boxers and then at him with judgmental eyes.

"Do you and Jarron shop at the same place or what?" Julius asked mockingly.

"Not as far as I know, no. But you shouldn't underestimate how comfy these are. It's like being held by and caressed by clouds—"

"I'm going to stop you right there, Zach. How does it look?" Dukiel held up a hand and interrupted Zach since he was entering the territory of too much information. He nodded toward the hole that the Sentinel had burrowed.

"It's deep."

"Is it deep enough?"

Zach shrugged.

"It's too dark to see well. It's also too hot to investigate, so let's take a break for the night and eat something. I'm famished."

"Saying you're famished with those boxers…—"

"That incident is in the past, Julius. We live in the present. Get over it. Besides, what was I supposed to do when my pants were on fire?"

Julius shrugged.

"Dunno, man. To me, it looks like you're presently exposing your underwear for the world to see."

"Nonsense."

Zach ignored Julius and picked up his pants. They were a little singed at the bottom and a little dirty from the stomping but still perfectly useable. He put them on while the others prepared food. They didn't have to try hard to get a fire started.

While they ate, they kept glancing over at the hole as if they were expecting something to creep up from it. But nothing did. It was anticlimactically boring.

It was also still hot when they had finished eating, so they decided to wait until the morning.