Chapter 889 The Fateful Potion

Chapter 889 The Fateful Potion

With every strike, Lorelai effortlessly outmaneuvered Elena, showcasing superior blade techniques and combat prowess.

Elena struggled to keep pace, her movements growing increasingly desperate as she attempted to defend against Lorelai's relentless onslaught.

Sweat beaded on her brow as she fought to hold her ground against the formidable opponent before her.

Fortunately, Ren and Evie lent their magical aid, lightening her burden.

Evie wove illusions, filling the surroundings with multiple manifestations of Elena, Ren, and Evie themselves, attempting to confuse Lorelai, granting Ren precious moments to cast his spell.

The battle continued with an intensity that crackled through the air like electricity.

Lorelai's body pulsated with an otherworldly glow, and she shattered the illusions surrounding her with a mere flicker of her wrist.

She then launched herself towards Evie, only to be intercepted by Elena's blade.

"Where are you going? I'm your opponent," Elena declared, her voice a sharp contrast to the chaos that ensued around them.

Evie was undeterred when Lorelai broke her illusions, and she conjured another illusion, this time a mesmerizing swirl of butterflies that engulfed Lorelai, their delicate beauty belying the potent charm spell woven within.

But Lorelai broke through the enchantment with a force that sent ripples through the fabric of reality. Vissit novelbin(.)c.om for updates

"Her defense and anti-debuffs are strong," Evie muttered, frustration evident in the click of her tongue.

Undaunted, Evie attempted to weave more illusions, each one more intricate and beguiling than the last.

Yet Lorelai effortlessly dispelled them with a mere glance, and a spell of her own.

Realizing the futility of their efforts, Elena and Evie reluctantly retreated, their combined strength no match for Lorelai's strength.

"You two, stay back!" Ren's sudden command cut through the chaos like a thunderclap.

With a swift gesture, Ren pointed his scepter towards Lorelai, channeling the raw power of the elements into a spell of unparalleled magnitude.

Pamela couldn't help but shiver at the thought.

The implications of Lorelai's might were staggering, and she could only pray that Ren and the others would emerge victorious in their struggle to reclaim her and return her to their realm.

The mere presence of Lorelai in their realm would undoubtedly unsettle the balance of power among the gods, potentially even sparking a catastrophic war for control over her abilities.

"If anyone were to learn how she could control both light and darkness, and became a Paragon . . ." Pamela's thoughts trailed off, the implications too dire to contemplate.

Suddenly, a glimmer of hope sparked within Pamela's mind as she remembered the item Whispera had entrusted to her.

It was meant to be a last resort, a life-saving measure that could potentially alter the course of their entire realm's destiny.

Perhaps Whispera, heard the future from the lips of some God of the future or something, and decided to intervene.

Though Whispera had instructed her to open the box only upon reaching Nyxos's territory, Pamela realized that the time for hesitation had passed.

With trembling hands, she retrieved the box from her knapsack and carefully pried it open.

A soft pink light bathed Pamela's face as she peered inside, her eyes widening in astonishment as she beheld its content — a potion, its ethereal glow hinting at the untold power it contained within.

"What's this?" Pamela's fingers trembled as she picked up the small potion, scrutinizing it with furrowed brows.

A note affixed to the back caught her attention, and she read its contents with growing confusion.

[When the situation looks dire, smash this bottle onto Azazel's head.

with love, Whispera.]

. . .

. . .

Was the Goddess playing a prank on her?

Was this really the time for that?! Pamela lamented.