839. The Kiss of A Greedy (Lovable) Angel

839. The Kiss of A Greedy (Lovable) Angel

Parts of Frost’s hair began to change again. One bundle of strands located to the right of the golden cluster next to her right eye turned to a shade of deep red.

The blood that poured from her wounds coagulated immediately. It wasn’t because of her healing Skills or natural healing factor. Rather, it was her blood alone that refused to spill.

“You were an Honored One? Uriel anointed you?”

Her blood formed an intricate web. She had no idea what this Profession did. It was still so vague to her. What surprised her the most was the ‘Ascension of Light Through the Path of Flames’. That was what allowed her to resonate with the Light, allowing her epiphany to bear fruit to this Profession of hers.

She could feel her fangs sharpen ever so slightly. Suddenly, the horrible taste of Iscario’s blood mellowed out to something more palatable. It was impossible to tell what exactly had happened, but she already knew that her senses had heightened significantly.

As a result, it only further increased her pain.

“No. The ‘Amalgam’. You’re everything and nothing at once. A Healer. An Honored One. A pretend human. A Corrupted...!”

HP: 0.0001

“... an Angel...” Iscario uttered breathlessly.

He only just realized how mystical Frost’s appearance was. The sheer number of rods jutting from her back gave the illusion of her bearing wings. This divine being bled for humanity, and humanity could only torture it.

Iscario trembled.

“... A monster...”

HP: 0.00001

The ring cracked. It would only be able to take one more strike. She didn’t know how to manipulate her blood, or if she even could. It simply floated around her and did nothing else.

“Amalgam. This world isn’t even your place to call home. Your meddling... and that hideous hybrid with white hair is the reason why things can never go accordingly!”

One last strike caused the ring to shatter.

Her time was up...

“I was waiting for you to break that ring! It’s exactly moments like these that you should remember that even if the world turns its back to you –!”

“And I’ve grown tired of intervening unnecessarily in this world.”

A sultry voice spoke as a pair of hands reached from behind Frost. A warm figure somehow managed to embrace despite the countless rods sticking out her back. Then, a dark purple portal opened before them.

“But I was called here by the function of Dark Forest Clock I lent to a flawed optimist.”

A woman wearing a dark funeral suit walked out. She cleared her throat as she rocked her head around and held both her hands behind her back. Their face was a splitting image of Jury, and their hair was tied back into a long ponytail.

“O’ Amalgam a pleasure to make your appearance at your 11th hour. And an honor to meet this world’s version of relatively tamed version of the Original.”

She bowed politely.

It was Dark Memoria.

The Little Frosts must have activated the Dark Forest Clock.

“Be at ease, Jury. I’m not here to steal what’s yours. Cotnrary, I’m here to defend what’s at stake. One minute...” Dark Memoria trailed off, her eyes lingering on a shadow behind Iscario. “Hmm. It may not be enough time to keep this one safe. Haaah. The choices you made brought you here to near death, Amalgam. And yet, all I can say is that you’ve done more than I can imagine.”

Her gaze then moved towards the Icon of Judgement.

“... Jury. It would be best if you stay beside our Frost and prepare to grant her Invulnerability. Allow me to take over from here.”

“... You’re going to fight Iscario?”

“Oh? No. I’d rather not spend my time on insignificant morsels.” She disregarded him entirely and pointed at the same plume of darkness behind Iscario.

It was the same that had delivered the Lance of Annihilation.

“I’m here to fight another thorn that wasn’t supposed to intervene in worldly affairs, as per the deal. Just relax, Frost. Jury.”

She removed her black gloves and held out a hand, forming another dark sphere eerily similar to Iscario’s Qliphoth Field.

“You’re in good hands now.”