Chapter 240: Graveyard Flowers(2/2)

Chapter 240: Graveyard Flowers(2/2)

Speaking of Chrys Edmund said.

They had been outside the obelisks range for a while, and yet Chrys hadnt contacted them. There were plenty of birds nesting inside the forest, even if they didnt have the vocal capacities of ravens, surely Chrys could at the very least find a rat to answer a couple of yes/no questions.

A worrying thought entered Sylvers and Edmunds minds simultaneously.

She wouldnt dare, Sylver said.

Wouldnt she? Shes up against you. And if she knows you from before, she knows its pointless to attack you directly. She cant go after me, because Im me, but what about Chrys, Lola, and the others? Edmund asked.

Sylver turned to look at the distant city.

Literally everything could be solved if we sat down and talked. If she doesnt know about Nautis or Nameless, it isnt as if Im going to try to shake information out of her. And if-

I wasnt aware clairvoyants stopped being paranoid lunatics. Im glad to hear the current generation of future-seeing magic users are all relaxed, and rational people, Edmund said, while continuously rolling his eyes.

Rose was reasonable. Even with the [Hero] thing, she didnt sound all that crazy, Sylver argued.

Before Edmund got a chance to speak, a flock of crows collided with Will. Most of them disappeared into a cloud of feathers and blood, as they hit the spikes on his back, but a few survived.

We were just talking about you, Sylver said, as he looked around at the splatters of blood the unlucky birds left behind.

Five crows, each with a brightly glowing left eye, turned their heads in perfect unison and looked directly at Sylver.

Poppy is gone, they said.

Their voices harmonized so well that it almost sounded as if a person was speaking.

I feel like weve already discussed how I feel about pregnant pauses, Sylver said as the birds simultaneously cocked their heads to the side.

Shes not in this realm, the quintet of ravens explained.

How can you be sure? Edmund asked.

The ravens turned their heads without moving their bodies and were now looking at Edmund.

She told me, the ravens said, as Sylver sat up from his makeshift seat, and moved towards the birds.

Poppy spoke to you? Sylver asked.

The sheer confusion dulled whatever sense of anger he may have felt. The birds turned to look at Sylver again.

She stopped by the house before she left. She said that its too dangerous here without Lily and Rose, the ravens explained.

Before Edmund could ask the question, the ravens answered.

She said a lot of sleeping giants have begun to wake up. And she said she doesnt want to be here when they start moving, the quintet of pitch-black avian creatures said.

A moment of silence passed, during which Sylver resisted the urge to say something incredibly offensive. Thankfully, he succeeded in not telling Poppy, through Chrys, where exactly she can shove her ominous message of future danger.

Did she by any chance specify what or where the giants are? Sylver asked.

She didnt, the ravens said.

Of course not. Cant ever predict something and be specific about it, that would make things too easy, Sylver said.

Edmund reached out with his hand and gently patted Sylver on the shoulder.

On the other hand, now that we know shes gone, we dont have to worry about her, Edmund offered.

Thats a good point Alright, Sylver said as he clapped his hands together, from this moment on, I never want to hear the name Poppy, Rose, or Lily ever again. Were done with them.

The 5 birds made a coughing sound.

Theres one more thing the birds said. A good thing, they added, once they saw the expression on Sylvers face.

What good thing? Sylver asked.

There was no excitement in his voice, he was just tired at this point.

She did something to the eye. She stabilized it, I think. Its hard to describe it. But its a lot easier for me to control animals and people, and my range increased significantly, I can almost see the Asberg, Chrys explained.

Sylver had to remind himself that despite her abilities, Chrys was still young.

You Sylver closed his eyes for a moment and forced himself to speak in a calmer tone. You let Poppy fiddle with the only thing we have that can find my people? Sylver asked, on the off chance he heard her wrong. She was talking through birds, it wasnt impossible they werent saying the words Chrys meant for them to say.

Yep, Sylver said.

And because of Tulis shell, as well as the obelisks magical interference, we have no way of scouting it out without actually going in, Edmund said.

Yep, Sylver said.

Neither of them spoke for the time it took the last sun to finish setting. Sylver continued sitting on the edge of Wills back, and since the suns had set, he watched the ground beneath them.

Sylver sighed as he came to a decision. He stood up and turned around so he was facing Edmund, Faust, and Anna.

Alright, I have something. As far as plans go, it isnt my best, but-

Sylver had the imprint of a small hand on his chest and was flying away from the giant sphere of sparkling light. A half second later, the sphere of light, or rather, the person surrounded by the sphere, was sent flying toward the ground.

Sylver watched as Edmund flew behind the sphere of light, while Faust carried Anna toward the direction Sylver had been sent flying.

Sylver kicked his legs forward and turned around, so he was upside down, relative to the ground. A person wearing silver chainmail, armed with a silver great-sword, had jumped upward and was less than a second away from reaching Sylver.

Sylver flexed his left foot and snapped 2 of the metatarsal bones, which resulted in an explosive release of seawater.

Sylver feinted reaching for the silver armored persons weapon, and when the person pulled their sword back to counterattack, Sylver pushed all the water around him using [Advanced Water Manipulation] upwards.

The silver great-sword-wielding person was pushed upward, along with the water, while Sylver was launched towards the ground.

He narrowly missed a tree branch, that would have torn an arm off if he collided with it, and expertly dived into the small hole formed in the earth beneath him.

He created a tunnel barely big enough for a toothpick to be pushed through, as he used [Fog Form] to squeeze through it. Sylver made the earth directly above him bunch up, which increased its density, which in turn protected him from the onslaught of holy magic the person above was trying to kill Sylver with.

Just as Sylver thought he was safe, a silver javelin impaled the space his head had been a moment earlier. It was sheer luck there was enough room in the tiny hole he made for him to move his head out of the way.

He wasnt as lucky with the second javelin, or the third. The second one passed through his left thigh, it slid along the bone but didnt break it. The third javelin got him in the stomach, but just like the first two, the thrower had used too much force, and the javelin just moved through him. They left two holes in him, that hurt so much, that a lesser undead would have lost its mind from the absurd amount of pain.

Instead of digging deeper, Sylver pressed his hand up towards the hole one of the javelins left behind and forced a tendril of fog through. He materialized on the surface a split second later.

Upon closer look, his opponent was a woman, the shape of the shoulders and the wide stance gave it away since the leather padding underneath the silver chainmail hid any sort of obvious womanly tells. Her helmet didnt have any eyeholes, and it appeared that the helmet was simply very fine chainmail that had been tailored to perfectly wrap around her head.

[A skill similar to [Appraisal] has been successfully blocked!]

Sylver made a sideways gesture with his hand, as a spike of solidified earth formed underneath the woman, and if she reacted a little slower, would have pierced her through the groin, and exited through the top of her head.

Instead, even though she had been ready for an attack from the side, she stomped her foot on the ground and canceled out Sylvers magic.

Expertly, she blocked Fens attempt to shove a rapier through the back of her neck, she dodged out of the way of Dais downward swing, and as Sylver tried to jump back to create some distance, the woman sort of threw herself at him, using the sword as a lever.

Sylver couldnt see her eyes, but he could feel the woman savor this moment, as she got closer and closer, to the seemingly defenseless undead. Her hands were both glowing, reaching for Sylvers head, and the second she made physical contact, Sylver would be gone.

But right at that moment, the seawater that had been making its way downward reached the ground, and the unimpeded woman found herself trapped by the ice that had enveloped her. Sylver tried to send an earth spike through her face, but the woman managed to react quick enough to block it.

Instead of spike exploding out of the back of her skull, the silver fabric like chainmail was torn and revealed a scratched pale check underneath it.

Sylver didnt bother trying to finish her off, because his current priority was to buy as much time as he could. If it was just one paladin, that would be one thing, but even as Sylver ran away, he could feel 4 more aiming at him from above.

Sylver kicked up a cloud of dust, and 8 identical black robe-wearing men ran out of it, each wearing a mask made out of semi-solid mushrooms.

Sadly, the paladins either had a way of tracking him, or they were very lucky, because all 4 of them ignored the decoys, and it was pure luck that Sylver didnt get hit by their silver javelins.

Off in the distance, he could see flashing lights, which could belong to anybody given the current opponents, but Edmunds magic had a very distinct crackling sound to it.

Sylver wasnt going to win this fight, not with a shredded thigh, and a hole where his belly button should be, but he didnt need to.

He only needed to survive long enough for Edmund to kill them all.

Just as Sylver finished this thought, he smashed his face against the invisible barrier.

Sylver stabbed at the barrier with his dagger, but he was experienced enough to know when a barrier was too strong for him to break.

He turned around and saw a woman wearing a bright red robe, floating in the air, surrounded by what could only be described as a sea-urchin-like barrier consisting of feather-shaped silver daggers.

For a breath, Sylver and the woman made eye contact.

And while Sylver recognized her by the shape of her hips, as well as the glowing tattoos on her uncovered shoulders, he could tell that Sophia had no idea who he was.

And between the hood hiding his face, the red crown on his head, and the generic black robe, he couldnt really blame her.

The mass of floating silver blades pointed right at Sylver and flew at such speed, that they left an afterimage behind them.