Chapter 228 The Conviction Of A Nimrod Worm [Part 1]

Chapter 228 The Conviction Of A Nimrod Worm [Part 1]

Of course, if there was one person desperately yearning to return to the Central Plains from this desolate land, it would be none other than Helena.

She herself had inadvertently inspired Raven's motives without even realizing it.

Long before Raven's brief stay with her, immediately after parting ways with Afkon and venturing out alone, Helena had relentlessly searched for a way back home.

The first possibility she explored was traveling by sea.

She didn't have to pass through Luinngard, in fact. They, after all, were not the only seaport on this island.

However, other ports had fallen under the dominion of monsters. If she were to attempt that route, she would have to reclaim the area, construct a vessel while fending off rift creatures more often than not.

As desperate as she was to escape this desolation, she, unlike someone else, recognized the fine line between recklessness and foolishness.

So, she had never actually committed to that path. However, she had ventured to the other ports, conducting numerous explorations and uncovering several facts.

Raven had witnessed her casually discuss them.

And Raven was convinced that there was much more... so much more that Helena knew but was not revealing.

There was probably no one in this entire desolation as knowledgeable as she was, even when accounting for the natives.

Raven had personally verified this fact herself.

The natives didn't even know half of what Helena did.

So while the map they came to steal was crucial, her hidden agenda was to persuade Helena to join them.

The map plan she had proposed was a contingency in case Helena refused to accompany them.

Of course, she had skillfully kept this truth concealed from both her cohorts.

Helena scratched her head in stunned silence. After hearing Raven's words, she could have sworn a fleeting sense of hopefulness washed over her, if only for a second.

But then she recalled how foolish Raven was.

The disparity between Afkon and herself was evident, yet she still boldly attempted to kill him.

If there was one thing she understood, it was the fact that Raven was too consumed by conviction to possess common sense, restrain herself or even consider the danger she might be putting others in.

She was likely a simpleton who believed that everything would fall into place given time.

Rather than controlling the tide, she would ride it... that sort of person.

Helena let out a long sigh.

But there was something that still perplexed her.

She was certain that Raven had a serious confrontation with Afkon.

Given Afkon's immense power, she couldn't fathom how Raven managed to escape, let alone as a mere Drifter or perhaps a Nomad; she wasn't sure.

She at least knew that the beautiful, stubborn girl she had known a couple of months ago was not a Master.

Even as a Master, fleeing from an Ascendant was akin to a child attempting to extricate himself from quicksand.

It was... very, very... very impossible.

And yet this girl had somehow managed precisely that... without even being a Master.

Even Raven almost spared it a glance, but Helena spoke.

"Look, worm. It might take some time due to your stubbornness, but you will eventually realize how stupid and delusional you are."

She leaned away from the black rod and folded her arms.

"I just hope that when you do, it's not too late, and you have not dragged many people into the hell you are creating."

Raven frowned in confusion.

"All I'm trying to do is return home. What's so wrong with that?"

The feral Sage suppressed a laugh, then looked at Raven.

"Return home? Seriously? I thought you were just a worm, who knew you were a nimrod too!"

The laugh she was holding back managed to escape, but she quickly halted it and glared at Raven.

"Look at me, kid. I've been here for the past ten years. You think I have not searched for every possible way to leave this damned continent and make Rugsbourgh pay for throwing me into this hell?"

"You probably have searched... but have not tried."

Helena's gaze froze on Raven for a few seconds, then she tilted her head back slightly, sounding frustrated.

"What more could I possibly do?!"

This stubborn worm's eyes seemed to glow with a more bloody spark than usual as she said:

"The rifts... you have never even been to one of them."

Helena's gaze became weary, visible lines of stress formed beneath them.

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[A/N]

While keeping my grammar construction and word choice simple for the sake of reading experiences, I am at the same time compelled to strife for betterness.

Do tell me if you guys find this chapter a bit to complex, I don't mind reverting back to the usual. I'm after all, just a growing author.

Thank you all for the usual support. It's really been a long way and words cannot appreciate how happy I am to have you guys sticking through despite the flaws.

I would be glad to take this to the very end with you guys and of course more readers.

Thank you.