Chapter 641: Breath [Bonus]

Chapter 641: Breath [Bonus]



BANG!

The pincer shattered into a rain of ash, but the burning only made the pain the scorpion experienced all the worse.

The scorpion twitched and then collapsed, falling flat in a pit of its own creation. A spark of a flame lit in its body before it winked out.

Sylas took a breath and exhaled.

He had always realized that the Scorned Wraps actually burned things in a shockingly controlled manner whenever it destroyed something. There was no telling why that was or why it chose fire in specific. But what he did know was that whatever this flame was... it was powerful.

Sylas dismissed his Fusion and stood from the back of the scorpion. He wanted to assess the damage. How many had died?

He had only heard one large collision, so hopefully that meant that only his carriage was targeted. But there was no telling.

Unfortunately, it seemed that many were still scattering because visibility was far too low. Few were probably aware that Sylas had already killed the scorpion.

Sylas chose to wait. There was no point in going around in this fog of sand; he would just be as blind as everyone else. He would wait for it to settle down first.

He exhaled a breath and calmed his beating heart. Although the Fusion went smoothly, his heart rate was definitely more elevated than it should be. This had been a relatively easy battle and he hadn't done much.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

The only reason his heart rate would be so high would be because of the strain of the Fusion. It seemed he should consider just pouring all the Free Experience he had left into Were-For- The-Invincible after all.

Sylas closed his eyes, circulating <Maddened Enlightenment> to pass the time and make up for the small bits of Aether he had used.

But he suddenly opened his eyes, a sense of something mysterious overwhelming him. Before he could even fully decipher his own thoughts, he had already activated.

He pressed a hand against the body of the scorpion and then pulled upward.

A large mass of flickering, dense energy took shape in his hands.

Sylas didn't know how many times he practiced the Strokes, but it was like they had become ingrained into his very soul. It felt like there wasn't a single aspect of them he didn't understand, and yet he also felt like there was still a world of mystery waiting for him.

'I can do it...'

Something about Sylas' aura seemed to sharpen and his brush moved across the air. But this time, he not only didn't draw on a sheet of paper, he didn't just draw a normal Stroke either.

In what looked like a single fluid motion, he drew out one Rune in its entirety. But before it could even solidify in the air, he had already dipped his brush into the blob of Blood Essence once again and drawn a second, and then a third, and then a fourth.

With every Rune he drew, Sylas' arm began to move more vigorously, more violently, and from afar, he almost looked like a scorpion striking down his stinger again and again.

A small wind kicked up around him and the air he gave off changed completely. SHUU! SHUU! SHUU! SHUU! SHUU!

However, just as Sylas got to the seventh Rune, the brush in his hand crumbled apart, unable to withstand the aura.

Sylas stood in silence for a long while before a flash of something else lit deep within him.

Extricate and his Rune Mastery seemed to meld into one and the remaining Blood Essence shattered apart into a rain of crimson...

Or so it seemed.

Because right then, the splattering of what looked like random blood solidified into 100 perfect Runes that surged for Sylas' body.

BOOM!

A blood pillar surged into the skies as an illusory armor took shape over Sylas' body.

He had succeeded.

The Breath Mastery Scorpion Warlord Armor.

And in response, Aether soared toward him in violent torrents.