Chapter 3255 Something to Be Proud of (Part 2)

Chapter 3255 Something to Be Proud of (Part 2)

"Don't apologize. I've wasted too many years listening to your excuses. I've grieved your loss long before your deaths. If you want to give your presence here today meaning, fight like you've never fought before.

"For someone else. Give me something to remember you by aside from your mistakes. Give me something to be proud of."

In her heart, Fyrwal still loved and hated them all.

She loved them because they were still her children. She hated them for the way they had lived and died. Wasting untold potential and all the resources that the Hydra bloodline had poured onto them in the attempt to correct their ways.

"You've heard the Lady, maggots." Paax waved his hand and conjured a shadow staff resembling his old weapon, Ravenhold. "We are not here to chat, but to fight. Whoever you were, whatever you did, now is your chance to make a difference!"

He planted his toe talons in the ground, draining the world energy of the Fringe to increase his power and the number of his eyes.

"This is not a betrothal gift, it's a weapon." The Grandmaster held the black chain that stuck out of his chest high for everyone to see. "Use it. Like this!"

Through the chain, Paax had access to all of Lith's spells and mastery of magic. He used Spirit Magic, Light Mastery, and Creation Magic to shape the soil rich in magical metals into an armor. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

He encased it with a hard light construct and then used Spirit and Creation Magic to imbue his staff and armor with basic enchantments Paax could sustain by himself.

'Who is this guy?' Varegrave, Valia, Locrias, and Trion were stunned. 'How can he do that?'

The rest of the Demons were similarly equipping themselves under the dead Professor's guidance, each choosing their best weapon. Knives, bats, swords, scythes, and hammers took form in their hands as Paax instructed his pupils to use tools they were already accustomed to.

There was a constant stream of information from Lith to Paax and from the Grandmaster to his improvised class.

'I'm not that special. It's you guys who suck.' The dead Professor replied through the telepathic link. 'These people are lost. They don't remember who they are and have no idea how to use their powers.

"It's not just Ragnarök. Look around" Fyrwal waved her hand in a circle. "Everyone has gotten in, the Liches have come out of Baba Yaga's hut, and you've conjured your demons yet no new Fringe.

"We are still no match for the Yggdrasill. My estimate is that we have the time for one, maybe two attempts before we are overwhelmed."

"Also, not to pile up on the bad news and jinx it, but what's that?" Orion pointed at a single black chain that extended from Lith's chest to the World Tree.

It was as taut as a bowstring and unlike the others, it extended deep inside the Yggdrasill's domain without showing any sign of coming back.

"I have no idea." Lith replied.

***

Back in the Desert, Ragnarök hadn't cared for finesse while leaving and had left a gaping hole in Ra'ntar's innards. The lack of darkness fusion and the extended wound almost sent the elf into shock, pushing Quylla to her limits to keep him alive.

'Finally!' The World Tree rejoiced as the pain faded and their Chronicler regained their focus. 'Ra'ntar, the effect of the blade is gone and soon you'll be able to numb part of your pain with fusion magic.

'Those idiots think Jirni Ernas is skilled enough to seal your movements, but that's going to be their undoing. Pretend that nothing has changed and strike at the first opening. Kill them, kill yourself, I don't care.

'It's your fault if the enemy found my Fringe. It's only because of the pain you transmit to me that I can't focus on the battle and the other Chroniclers fight as if they are on their deathbed.

'Remember, if I die, all the elven villages in the Fringe will be destroyed and my knowledge lost. If it wasn't for you, I would have already killed the invaders.'

Ra'ntar cursed his own incompetence, using his rage to mask his improving conditions. He gritted his teeth and struggled, but it was now out of rage, not pain.

With Quylla healing his wounds and darkness fusion partially restored, he checked his body condition and which parts of his body he was now able to move.