Sylas took deep breaths.
Today, he had already been through far too many battles. Just getting to this point required going through seas of government officials and literal monkeys, not to mention a Bronze King Beast.
He barely got a short break before Vesta's change had forced him to suffer a terrible injury, all before he was thrown into a battle with the mysterious Dogons.
Now, his Scorpion Warlord Armor had shattered, the Basilisk King was still in slumber deep under the bed of lava, and the Metarock Szorn had dug up had yet to be stored away either.
He had left it out because their repelling effect on the heat and lava gave the Basilisk King a better environment for a breakthrough. But the result was that he had been caught with his pants down… and for not even the first time today.
He still had no idea how those changes had happened to Vesta. The worst part was that even if he had had an idea of what might happen, which he certainly didn't, what else could he do?
Because of the Quicktime Event, he wasn't allowed to kill her for the next 30 days, and that included roundabout methods.
Letting her die would count just as much as killing her, and the system would punish him severely for it. And back then, the only method he had of saving her life was the Basilisk King.
All of this culminated in a moment where Sylas found himself in yet another relentless barrage of danger. He was…
Tired.
Sylas looked up to the skies high above his head. He could barely see it through the smog and billowing smoke. The entire volcano seemed agitated as though it might blow at any moment, but judging by his expression, one would have never guessed it.
Was he tired of the constant battles? The constant tiptoeing between the lines of life and death?
"No…"
Sylas' voice was soft, so much so that he didn't even hear himself very well.
He looked down from the skies, locking eyes with Linzie. She stood at the command position of the group of what must have been about 50 or so elite special corps. By now, she had already abandoned her spear, or rather, it was strapped to her back. Instead, she held a rifle and Sylas could see at a glance that she had a pistol strapped to her thigh though it was hard to spot.
Her gaze was malevolent, her anger not having faded in the slightest. But for some reason, when she met Sylas', she shuddered.
Those green eyes, filled with just the slightest hint of darkness, not carrying the slightest hint of emotion…
They seemed to pierce right through her soul.
Sylas suddenly vanished.
There was a blur in Linzie's eyes and for a moment she felt her heart leap into her throat. But when her vision cleared, she realized that Sylas' body was rapidly soaring through the skies, drawing a straight line toward the exit of the volcano.
"FIRE!"
Linzie was caught off guard for just a moment before she raised her rifle to unleash a hail of bullets.
Sylas hurriedly cast <Ice Banned Shield>. However, it only lasted a single bullet.
BANG!
The first bullet seemed to self-destruct with the shield of ice, a rain of frost and hail of ice falling from it in bits and pieces.
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