Inside the meeting room for the Overlords, the Cold Expressionly Lady watched the screen displaying Klaus's battle with the Zombie Kings. Her usual icy demeanor had softened, showing hints of shock, respect, and something else that couldn't be pointed out.
"This kid is something else," she muttered to herself. Discover stories at m,v l'-novelhall.net
Suddenly, the door opened, and a redhead with a fiery gaze entered the room. Her eyes immediately locked on the screen—or more precisely, on Klaus, who was fighting within his ice domain.
"What are you doing here, Nari? Shouldn't you be off exploring the Ancient Ruin?" the Cold Lady asked her tone a mix of curiosity and slight annoyance.
"Tsk, I can't just leave without saying goodbye," Nari said with a teasing smirk. "But hey, who would've thought the mighty leader of the Overlords would turn out to be a stalker?"
"Who's a stalker? I just wanted to keep track of things," the Cold Lady replied, her voice firm, though the faintest hint of a smile touched her lips.
Nari's grin widened. "Uh-huh, 'keeping track' looks a lot like watching Klaus's every move."
The Cold Lady shook her head. "He's in the middle of an important battle. It's natural to monitor the situation."
"Sure, sure," Nari teased, crossing her arms. "But still, you have to admit, Klaus is holding his own out there. He's growing stronger every day."
The Cold Lady nodded slightly, her gaze still fixed on the screen. "He is. But the enemies he's facing aren't ordinary either. This battle could be his breaking point."
"Or it could be what pushes him to the next level," Nari added. "He's not the type to back down, not after everything he's been through." Nari in her attempt to be a perfect wingman has researched a lot on Klaus instead of doing her duty as an Overlord. They both are stalkers in a way
The Cold Lady remained silent, her thoughts drifting. She had watched Klaus from a distance for a while now, and though she wouldn't admit it out loud, there was something about him that intrigued her.
His determination, his strength, the way he faced impossible odds, and well, his handsomeness. There is just something about him she couldn't quite place her finger on.
"Anyway, I'm heading out soon," Nari said, breaking the silence. "But before I go, you should probably admit it."
They all knew Klaus couldn't keep up this pace forever. But Klaus, exhausted as he was, still fought with everything he had, hoping that his allies would arrive in time.
Suddenly, a Zombie King managed to sneak into Klaus's blind spot, aiming to sever his head. But before it could strike, Klaus swiftly directed the Void Piercing Needle, piercing the Zombie's skull and spraying blood everywhere.
"I'm losing too much Star Qi," Klaus muttered, feeling the strain of the battle.
He had activated three powerful skills: Ice Lotus Bloom, the Fire Dragon Spirit, and the Bell of Harrows. These were the only things holding the Zombies back for now.
The Ice Lotus served as his shield, a defensive barrier that also enhanced his speed and strike power. Inside the icy domain created by the Lotus, Klaus moved like a god.
While he was physically weaker and slower than the Zombie Kings, within the domain, he had the advantage of manipulating the elemental essence in the air. His Elemental Overlord Talent had made him highly attuned to these elements, allowing him to thrive in the chaos.
The Bell of Harrows, on the other hand, was his secret weapon. Each ring sent out sonic and soul attacks, momentarily severing the Zombies' connection to their defense. This brief lapse in their defenses gave Klaus just enough time to land fatal blows.
But even with this edge, Klaus could feel his energy slipping away. The constant drain on his Star Qi was becoming more noticeable with each passing second. While he was able to recover some of it, the rate at which he was spending it far outpaced his recovery.
The Fire Dragon was doing its part, its tail slashing through the air and sending out waves of fiery arcs. Each strike obliterated groups of Zombies, but like the Ice Lotus and the Bell of Harrows, the Dragon was draining Klaus's Star Qi reserves at an alarming rate.
He gritted his teeth, pushing through the exhaustion. Klaus knew he couldn't sustain this much longer, but he had to hold out. The battle was far from over, and he needed to conserve whatever energy he had left.
Suddenly, a wave of Zombie Kings broke through the ice domain, using some strange ability that Klaus had never seen before. They surged toward him with terrifying speed. His heart turned cold as he counted them—ten Zombie Kings, all with weapons drawn, eyes gleaming with hunger for his blood.
Klaus gripped his sword tighter, knowing this could be it. The Zombie Kings approaching him were far more powerful than the regular Kings for some unknown reason. If they got too close, the odds would turn against him fast. His mind raced, calculating his next move, but before he could act, a sudden heat burst through the cold.
Just when the Zombie Kings were about to reach him, a massive wave of fire exploded in front of him, engulfing the undead in a blazing inferno. Klaus blinked in shock, feeling the searing heat even within his icy domain.
He quickly turned to the source of the fire and saw his Flame Dragon Spirit in action, hovering above the battlefield, spraying fire from its mouth. The flames roared like a living thing, consuming everything in their path, including the Zombie Kings who had dared to come close.
"The fuck?" Klaus muttered, half in relief and half in disbelief