Chapter 649: [649] You have got to be kidding me...(3)

Chapter 649: [649] You have got to be kidding me...(3)



Edward was in a bad shape, very bad. Not only had he just been forced awake after enduring the bitter cold of the brutal planet... He was put to work the moment he woke up, unable to even feel his limbs.

"How... much longer?"

He was running out of whatever power he used to fuel his golden flames, and now even his robust physique, second only to Alan and Alexander's was as thin as a toothpick. How it could change so suddenly was a mystery.

The section of the walls upon which they stood had undergone a striking transformation. What was once a pristine, unblemished white was now an unsettling and grotesque sight, resembling nothing less than the chilling remnants of frozen blood and dark, ashen soot.

Alan had used everything flammable in his inventory, even going as far as to burn the extra sets of clothing he had. They were a precious resource. Every time he transformed, ordinary clothing would get ripped apart.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Even the special, elastic pieces of clothing he had issued would fail to withstand the attacks of his opponents and be reduced to dust. He was lucky that his fight with Azmakul hadn't done anything of the sort.

However, his spending had yielded an investment. First and foremost, Edward's fire didn't work anymore, no matter how much he produced or whatever the quality of the flame was, it was useless.

All Alan felt when he performed the process once more was the biting pain of the process. When he observed it more, he realized that the pain increased when he used materials other than wood.

Wood was the material that caused him the least pain, other materials like Oil and Gasoline from Earth really did a number on him. The biting pain also started occurred much sooner if he used those materials.

It was more of a gut feeling than anything, but Alan couldn't help but suspect that whatever he had tried so far hadn't been all that effective. He was certain that wood would be the most reliable option. As for his next discovery...

'What the hell is this even supposed to do?'

Alan muttered to himself, staring at the golden flame flickering in his hand. It puzzled him, for he had somehow managed to summon Edward's flame, yet it was entirely useless, just like Edward. Unlike the blue flames that were powered by his own aura, which caused spatial disruptions, this golden flame seemed to serve no purpose. Just like Edward.

"...no?"

"Tch."

Alan clicked his tongue once more, extinguishing the poor little flame. It was hard to see it struggle to survive. The biting winds of Lanekia didn't even have to try to extinguish it. Even with his endless reserves of mana to use as fuel, the flame would die in these harsh conditions.

"That is an unusual fire, prince."

Both Edward and Alan jumped, turning around to find Azmakul, only this time he was in a different form. The towering Draconian had disappeared, and was replaced by a tall elf with cyan hair and a slim frame, the only thing still intact was the creepy sheep mask.

He was as tall as Alan, if not more. He stroked his non-existent beard and walked towards Alan, putting his cold hand on his shoulder. Edward couldn't raise his head in Azmakul's presence. Something kept it down.

"May we talk in private, young prince?"

Alan felt something strange when Azmakul touched his shoulder, it was like a needle pricked his skin, but he hardly noticed it. The pain that the process of acquiring the Eternal flame was still vivid in his mind, which caused him to notice it even less.

He looked at Azmakul, puzzled. He was more focused on the new form Azmakul appeared in, finding the appearance to be a bit odd. He couldn't explain why, though.

Noticing Edward's forced silence and his trembling body, he opened a portal beneath him towards his sister, using his authority as the master of the Jade palace to locate them.

"What a convenient ability. Interesting."

Azmakul said, as he turned to face the Jade city. Perhaps he was enjoying the view from the top of the walls.

Alan was curious to see what he had to talk about, he only hoped it wasn't a speech. If it was, he would truly believe that every frost dragon had a habit to start one! Not just Lanesha...