Chapter 250: Attacking Blind

Chapter 250: Attacking Blind



'Ah...'

Emir quickly realized what Morgiana had done.

When the coldest of ice instantly met a hot flame, a steam explosion would occur.

He was absolutely certain that Morgiana had done such a thing.

And sure enough, the explosion expanded before them, engulfing the surroundings in a whirlwind of searing heat and freezing mist.

Through the chaos, Emir protected his companions with his Aetheric Shield.

Eventually, it all subsided.

The once-frozen landscape gave way to flowing steam, subtly revealing the aftermath of Morgiana's spell-a scene of utter destruction and disarray.

Zerathar's throne lay broken, its limbs frozen and shattered into countless icy fragments. Emir and Ragnar were stunned by the sheer magnitude of power that Morgiana had displayed. That truly was a spell worthy of being cast by a Celestial under the banner of Glacial Weavers. As Emir looked back at the girl to thank her for a job well done, he saw her as a fallen, Aether- less mess.

Exhausted, she rested on the ground while showing a thumbs up to them.

'Well, that can be saved for later...'

Ragnar nudged Emir, quietly asking the obvious.

Emir nodded and dashed forward, his hair floating wildly due to the dissipating mist.

The man with the flailing beard followed right after making sure that Morgiana would remain safe.

Not needing to speak a word, both ran through the fallen limbs that scattered the ground and into the fog.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

The chamber pulsed with tension as Emir and Ragnar faced the now-transformed Zerathar.

Its once monstrous shape morphed into the deformed semblance of a human, with black worms covering every part of it.

This new form could only be described as contorted, almost as if every elongated limb were broken.

It seemed almost skeletal, with sinewy, shifting patterns coursing at the edges of what should've been its hands and feet.

The creature's eyes remained as swirling pools of darkness, while its visage showed obvious agony and...

Anger?

No, not anger but frustration.

A portrayal of suffering was etched into its appearance.

'Interesting...'

Emir, whose plan has reached its climax, readied himself while wielding his twin swords, poised for attack.

The monster's transformation into a human state meant that its Aether reserves had decreased by a substantial margin and that it couldn't be in its strongest form any longer.

A situation similar to that of the Maligorth he faced two years back.

"Ready?"

"As I'll ever be!"

Ragnar, with an air of thrill, responded and prepared his portals.

"I attack; you defend."

"Roger."

'Aether Overload.'

With those words, the final onslaught began.

Emir worked as the main damage dealer, while Ragnar's transitions and solid defense worked in tandem, allowing them to capitalize on each other's strengths.

Unlike Ragnar's portals, Emir's Aetheric shield couldn't defend against the Tyrant.

Snap!

Emir reappeared before it, kicked its chest, and then took the monster's sword away from it.

It was a blade filled with spike-like worms that pulsed every second.

"Idiot."

Zerathar, who assumed Emir's stupidity, had the worms expand from the sword and attack

him.

Snap!

A snicker escaped Ragnar's mouth as he watched Emir appear behind the Zerathar.

With a clean strike, Emir cleaved its head off with its own sword causing it to disappear from

his hands soon after.

Tsk!

The Tyrant's lone head clicked its tongue as it quickly regenerated its body from the neck

down.

'Bingo!'

Emir now knew that the head housed its Aether cores, so he looked at Ragnar and silently

conveyed his intentions.

They both nodded at each other, and Ragnar snapped his fingers.

The attack that once neared Emir was blocked by Ragnar as they exchanged places.

Emir kept moving forward, and soon his swords landed on the monster.

It was blocked, but he didn't stop.

A stab, another stab, a wide double swing-then he pivoted on his left foot and stretched his

arms above his head.

Like a coiled spring, he brought and cleaved the monster in two.

All of that happened in under a second, and the Zerathar that just regenerated couldn't handle

the speed at which Emir attacked.

Its head, which flew above, was then pierced by a series of small arrow constructs, turning it

into mush.

What remained of the monster splattered into the ground, as if it were a blob of goo.

After a second of silence, Ragnar breathed out while asking:

"That's it?"

'Ah... dammit.'

Emir readied himself to attack.

"No-"

Flash!