Chapter 236: Chapter 236
?????'s Point of View
Unknown Location
"We have a situation." Tor suddenly said while I was working on my project.
Since I was trying to finish it, my attention was slightly distracted. "Oh?" I hummed out in thought. "If it's about Flare and Sulva, they'll recover their magic eventually. Retreating from such a pointless battle was the correct choice." He was silent as he listened. "After all, losing three of my generals in one swoop would've been rather annoying."
The shadows shuddered slightly in the green glow of the room. "Thank you, my Queen, but I'm afraid I was referring to something else." Continue reading on No_veLbIn
"Speak your mind then. Whatever it is, I'm sure it will be an easy enough fix. Unless it's Fluffy or Arthur coming to The Crimson Wasteland, we can ignore it for the time being." Injecting another tube, I quickly added. "Although, if all three from The Island came here, that would also be somewhat of an issue, I suppose."
Hooking up a tube to my arm, I readied to feed some of my magic into the Experiment. "It would appear that Graham has left."
"And Graham?"
Another sigh escaped my lips. "Leave him. He doesn't matter. Creating Demon Lords take time, but he is replaceable. They all are. Besides, it's not like his death matters."
Lucia's Point of View
Helmsforth Temple
Arthur moved about the room. Alwin pulled Typhon off to the side once he had realized what was transpiring. He had transferred more and more of his energy into all the Elves who were at The Island. Ayda included. Each looked like they were sleeping peacefully compared to their tossing and turning moments prior.
As he moved about, the entire wing became quiet. Not only had Arthur transferred enough to help the two Priestesses recover, but he also aided dozens of Elves. Something that was quite literally impossible. The process itself was dangerous enough for any Elf. Maybe the Priestesses could've done something similar, but to do so for the Priestesses themselves and everyone else while on the brink of death? For many, gears were starting to turn in their heads as all eyes were on the wheezing and coughing form of our Knight.
He turned towards us once he was done with one of his eyes closed and the other open but silver in appearance. "Where's my sword?" Was all he asked.
No one in the room spoke. Even those little in tune with magic knew what he had just done, and I had no doubt word would spread. Aydalia smiled down at her daughter, but I noticed she was looking over the room. As I glanced about, several people seemed on edge. Sergeant Ziah was one of them and so was Cassidy.
There was tension in the air, and I couldn't figure out why. "I'm going to ask again," Arthur began in a weak tone. "And I'd like an answer this time. Where is my sword?"