Chapter 652: [652] The source of power!(2).

Chapter 652: [652] The source of power!(2).



A river so immense, it spanned the horizon from edge to edge, as if splitting the heavens apart with its titanic size. One that covered the entire sky of Lanekia.

Savage darkness was vanquished by blinding, soothing light.

It appeared to be both liquid and vaporous, constantly shifting and curling into elaborate whorls and spirals with a mesmerizing motion, resembling a slow, graceful dance of frost and energy.

"What is that...?"

Olivia asked, touching her shoulders with her hands, her body suddenly growing cold. But this was not the savage, brutal cold Lanekia possessed, but a pleasant chill. Like how one would feel after entering an air-conditioned room in the middle of summer.

Kazikato appeared to be in a trance, same with Alexander. They were breathing heavily, and were mesmerized by the titanic river in the sky. It seemed to have that sort of effect, but only on higher beings. Edward and Emma were slightly mesmerized, but they shook it off.

Olivia and Alice weren't affected at all.

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She asked, shrinking away, a cold mist escaping every pore of her body.

"Yes..."

Alice affirmed. A faint, melodic hum accompanied the river, a chorus of soft notes like the chime of icicles swaying in the wind. It was pleasant to hear, but as it was with the unknown, it brought fear.

Olivia and Alice helped Emma get inside a building, while Edward carried the other two. And then, all of a sudden, the melodic hum was gone, replaced by roars. Roars belonging to beings of titanic size, and might. They covered their ears, and Lanekia trembled. An earthquake of a magnitude that would ruin Earth.

One caused by the sudden ascent of hundreds of dragons, frost dragons that ripped the air apart with their mighty breaths, and brought an even colder chill. Beings the size of mountains, the size of hills, and even those the size of cars rose up to the sky, towards the river.

Their glistening scales, their terrifying maws, dragons resembling those of eastern myths and western stories, and those with humanoid shapes.

But there was a singular dragon that stood out, one made of pure ethereal, cyan light... One made of the river itself. A dragon of pure light.

They all fell asleep, unable to handle the sight of the dragon of pure light, unable to handle the sight of Alan's 'mother'.

Alan fell into it, only his head remained on the surface.

"Eh?"

"Use frost walker, young prince. That would help."

Alan climbed up, and used the skill [Frost Walker] he gained after consuming Lanesha's drop of ichor. The skill made the snow beneath his feet harden, turn to slippery ice that was hard to stand on, but better than snow.

"Your first task is this..."

Azmakul invoked the mana in the atmosphere, and used light from the river itself to create a pillar as tall as thirty meters, and as wide as twenty. No runic pattern was engraved on its exterior, yet it glowed with an incandescent light.

"Destroy that pillar, you may use anything at your disposal. Take as long as you need."

He was about to leave, but before he could vanish into thin air, Alan suddenly asked him a

question.

"Alright... But can you tell me something?"

The ancient dragon stopped, and nodded his head.

"Who is Kizmal, and what is exactly do I have to beat at his heart?"

He would like to know that, it was a question he had on the back of his head, and planned to

ask Azmakul whenever he saw him next.

Of course, not when he was interrupted by a sight like the river, and other things.

"Kizmal? Ah, Kizmal is a giant, young prince."

He continued.