[Quicktime Event Cleared]
[Enemy of Earth - Completed] [Winner: Sylas Grimblade] [Top Dog Reward Received]
[Against All Odds Reward Received]
[Merit Reward Received]
[Quicktime Event Cleared]
[Fork in the Road has become a single path. You cannot harm Vesta Fembroise's life for <30> days]
[Merit Reward Received]
Sylas was taken aback.
He had been almost certain that the system wouldn't give him such a good deal. He hadn't been able to use the Madness Key to ask questions while he was frozen in time like that, but he was quite confident in his assessment.
At least he had been...
Sylas exhaled a breath, realizing that maybe he had been in such a wound-up state of mind that his base assumption had just been to prepare for the worst, but in the end, the system hadn't decided to screw him over in the worst possible way.
Still, there were still several other issues with this problem, like how he was going to get the weak Vesta out of here, and that problem reared its ugly head immediately.
Vesta's Aether skin was already rapidly deteriorating. In another few seconds, she would probably be charred to ash by the heat in the surroundings.
It couldn't be forgotten that they were in an active volcano, and since the last time Sylas had come to this place, the heat was even more potent as Earth matured. It was just that his defenses right now were insane. freewebnøvel.coɱ
Because he wore the Scorpion Warlord Armor, his base Defense not including his Constitution was 1500. That meant that someone needed an Attack of at least that much before they could even do Damage to him.
But the best part was that his Scorpion Warlord Armor, after reaching Breath Mastery, so long as the Runes weren't entirely destroyed, could self-replenish with Mature Aether.
Because of all of that, Sylas hadn't thought about his Defense a single time since he entered this volcano, while by comparison Vesta had previously been protected by the system's barrier which replenished faster than the magma could harm it.
But now, Vesta was relying on nothing more than her own strength to protect herself.
It seemed possible to just let her die here like this, but the moment Sylas had this thought, he shook his head. Much like the Scorned Wraps could read his intention, so too could the system.
Functionally, if he could act to save her, within the next 30 days, he was obligated to do so.
'Her Will is too weak to sign a System Contract.' Sylas said with a shake of his head. 'We will have to do this the old-fashioned way.'
Professor Fembroise had squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for death. But it didn't come.
For a moment, she wondered if it had all happened so quickly that she was already dead and just didn't know it.
But then she heard a rip.
Her Aether skin shattered and her clothing was peeled off of her. Horror filled her mind as her eyes snapped open. Her own instincts kicked in as she began to scratch and claw, but to her horror, she couldn't even make it through Sylas' defenses. Every attempt just hurt her small hands and narrow wrists all the more.
Tears streaked down her face, Sylas' cold gaze making her shudder from the very depths of her soul. However, not a single one of her reactions seemed to change Sylas' movements at all. Without her Aether skin, the heat already began to leave severe burns on the Professor's body. She shrieked out in horror as the last bit of her clothing was peeled away and she was left with nothing.
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