Chapter 126 Step Late

Chapter 126 Step Late

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His hand rose into the skies and he pointed toward the two trolls charging toward the village.

Astral Bind.

In that moment, the two behemoths froze in place, unable to move a single inch. For every 10% gap and 0.5 Units of Aether, Sylas from them for an entire second. Just one pulse of half a Unit was enough to freeze them for almost five seconds.

Rakk was disoriented after the explosion, his head spinning. He couldn't quite understand what was happening, but when he finally managed to struggle up, he found a scene that was nothing short of absolute carnage.

Sylas was almost certain that these Trolls were Rakk's summons, which also meant, more likely than not, he'd have some sort of method to help them break free... for new novels

But did it matter when the man couldn't even think straight?

His group couldn't withstand even a single swipe of those spears. Sylas skewered their chests through one after another before those two spears likewise exploded.

Dead. All dead.

"Where...?" Rakk's head snapped toward his Trolls, only to realize they were bound in place, being assaulted by a group of people who couldn't even leave a scratch on them. "A bind? No, break free!"

He circulated his Aether, prepared to unleash a Skill when a fist appeared before his forehead, smashing him into the ground again.

Sylas' hand rose into the air, an illusory green hand forming around Rakk's throat and squeezing over it tightly.

Fatigue was beginning to pull at his body, but he didn't seem to notice, his cool, green eyes, rounded by a ring of red, looking into Rakk's own as he squeezed the life out of him.

Rakk began to foam at the mouth, scratching and clawing at the hand on his throat, only to pass through air and scratch himself bloody.

Sylas could feel his blood boiling, his earlier rage having abated in the slightest.

Just when the trolls were about to break free, Sylas cast Astral Bind on them once more, seemingly not realizing that dual casting a Skill shouldn't have been so easy.

They all fought together, bringing it down.

A wooziness blurred Sylas' vision. His consciousness faded in and out until he realized what was wrong... his heart... it really was beating a little too fast...

He pressed a hand to his chest, the discomfort steadily growing.

'Wait—'

Sylas' head snapped back toward a particular direction, and to his surprise, his gaze landed on Lauren. He was practically boring holes into her, and yet he couldn't understand why.

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[Lauren Mitchell]

[Level: 1]

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[Physical: 31]

[Mental: 17]

[Will: 13]

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He remembered her stats perfectly, and they were identical to the first time he had seen them... but why did they show up like that? Why couldn't he see the...

Sylas' eyes widened and he suddenly burst forward, the raging tempest in his heart. The avalanche of beats, as persistent as a rain of boulders falling from a mountain's peak, beat against his chest.

But he was still a step late.