Chapter 322: His Shadow And Her Light

Chapter 322: His Shadow And Her Light



"Are you done?"

Lyra shook her head.

"I'm now sending all the data to Kiera's kids."

Chuckling, she added:

"They'll be so excited to hear that they can finally go ahead with the Embodiment method that they'll forget my panic."

Emir laughed with her and said:

"Hopefully. We don't want them thinking shit got wrong, they might start sniffing around and find things they hope were hidden again."

"Don't worry, I'll be setting them straight, they listen to me well."

He tapped her head with his chin, softly digging into her skull.

"And I'm proud of that."n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

She shook him off and repositioned herself on his lap, fixing her lotus position to match his while returning to her cultivation.

"Now enough changing the subject... You're telling me all that happened in one moment? Am I to seriously believe that?"

Emir simply nodded.

"Still doesn't feel real to me either, I just... I don't know how to react."

She sighed only to giggle and pushed her back on his chest.

"At least it's better than how I acted."

He joined her in laughter once more, patting her head to tease her, reminding her of the state she was in a few minutes back.

"I'm sure it is."

Lyra shrugged off his hand like how she did his chin.

"Whatever, now can we go back to what's important?!"

"Sure sure."

They focused on their cultivation and continued the exchange of memories, mainly one-sided with Emir being the one who sent all that he went through.

Meanwhile, the more Lyra saw, the more surprise colored her face. Her expectations were surpassed with every word that she heard and she experienced every conceivable emotion. Even anger.

Yes, at one point, her heart was filled with anger, yet that anger dissipated as she saw her prince deflect Ms. Queen's so-called 'corruption.'

She was proud of how he won the bet, happy that he gained the 'flint' for his Embodiment, sad for how he only just thought of himself as human, despaired that she wasn't someone that could change that part of him, scared that he might relapse in the future and think of himself like that again, regressing to a weapon, yet, at the end of it all, she was thankful to Mr. Player.

While she was suspicious of the Lady of Time, knowing 'Her' intentions to be nothing good, especially because 'She' hid the possibility that there was script other than 'Creation,' she still appreciated the man who sent the invite because of 'Her,' as he brought them closer to their goals, allowing them a much wider reach.

Emir felt that excitement of Lyra being shared with him, as they were still connected, and he found that endearing.

But he also saw it somewhat as an issue.

She saw him as her reason for living; she lived through him, literally, to the point that his highs and lows brought her to tears, like how she began to cry as she saw him starve himself.

He was her everything, and that meant everything.

If he died, so would she, killing herself with no regard for anyone else, not even his family, whom she grew fond of.

He didn't want that for her.

Lyra noticed that. She knew that he wanted her to be her own person, thinking that she would be better off that way....

Her, not as his shadow, and he, not as her light.

She denied such a notion.

What was wrong with living for him and only him?

She saw nothing as the answer.

Emir laughed out loud.

"Now that's what I call Art!"

Lyra joined him in celebration.

"That sounds nice~. C'mon, show what it does."

He complied, and the hologram expanded downwards, revealing more text.

{The user knows life. The user knows death. The user knows the ponds, streams, lakes, rivers, seas, and oceans. The user knows drowning. And like the drowned, the user will drink all that around him when all out of air.}

{While in a critical state in the heat of battle, the user will be able to comprehend their enemies' Abilities, slowly absorbing them into their arsenal. The resulting Skills will differ from the original, matching the fluidity of forgotten seas and the lows of the deep.}

"Interesting, this is basically a get-out jail card on steroids."

Lyra grinned at his analogy, and her head couldn't stop itself from nodding.

"True, but I can already see the limitations. It's too bad we can't abuse it, the ability specified

that your opponent had to be your enemy."

"Hm-hm, too bad indeed... Now give me a moment."

Emir closed his eyes and accepted, allowing the newcomers to make changes within his body,

adjusting it to fit this Art.

He felt pain, but it was only slight, rather, that was what he and only he would call it, as

anyone else in his position, of his status and rank, would've already cried out in pain.

It was obvious that his tolerance had increased by a lot, but somehow he could still barely

handle the pain when cultivating his Strength Art, and that meant that he was nearing the next rank.

Copper was soon to be let go, replaced by Iron.

He dreaded the day, imagining the horrors of pain he would experience, but he also

anticipated the increase in strength he'd receive.

'I can only wait...'

As his mind was lost in thoughts, he didn't count the time passing by, and the process was

done before he noticed, at least for his body, his Neural Network was still fitting,

compressing, and storing the ability.

"Ah..."

Emir fluttered his eyes open then raised his right hand and flipped his palm to face the roof.

Whoosh!

Air congregated towards his now clutched fist due to the sheer force his fingers produced.

While he didn't gain much strength, he felt the control that he had over his body increase, as if

he could use his muscles at one hundred and ten percent at a moment's notice.

"Good, good, great even; this just has so much potential."

"Agreed."

Lyra matched his words while heading back to the training room, preparing a soft mat for him

to sit on.

He joined her shortly with the Aether core in his hands as he played around with it, throwing it

from his right to his left as it pulsated continuously.

"So... how will I be doing this?"