Chapter 17.1 (2/2)

The girl remains still. A few moments later, her blood melts the blade. The bones between her eyes has shattered, leaving behind a dark and b.l.o.o.d.y hole.

Nether cannot help but bend as he dry heaves. The dank fear surges out from his stomach.

“­Creak--- creak----“

The sound of twisting joints can be heard.

Nether lifts his head. The young girl who has been so still she seemed dead a moment before is now stiffly twisting her body. Her vision remains murky and the bloodied hole is still unsettling, almost connecting her eyes together. She turns slowly as her other body faces Nether. A face identical to the undamaged one of the girl before faces Nether again, directing the muddied and sticky gaze at him.

Nether’s pupils tighten and the golden imprints emerge on his right arm. He slices his arm down in the air and countless sharp icicles appear beneath the girl, growing quickly like bamboo shoots.

Pained cries emit from the girl’s throat, thin and sharp like a ray of light shattering the stillness of the field of snow, yet a moment later, everything becomes deadly silent again.

Under the blinding white rays of winter, a few thin icicles have pierced through the girl’s thighs and through her body. Two jab out from her chest, one from her beck and another from her right cheek. Her body falls back as blood surges out from her body.

Nether’s fear increases. The command of the Silver Priests was to bring the new corroders back to Gelanerte. Although he knows naught if the thing before him is human or monster, he dares not kill her carelessly.

He can only swallow the disgust he feels surging in his stomach as he watches the icicles melt. The cracking sound of bones twisting can be heard once again. The badly wounded young girl turns her other body forth again.

Nether’s pupils tighten immediately as he sees that the bloodied hole in between her eyes has disappeared and the girl’s face is intact again. She continues to stare at Nether with those muddied eyes; the strange and cold gaze tightens its hold on Nether like the coldest of wires.

Nether doesn’t even notice when his hands begin to shake uncontrollably.

The strong tug from before sends Teresa out a dozen or so metres. Her frail body seems to be a loose kite, falling from the sky with blood spattering. They splash onto the snow-covered ground and congeals into brilliant red flowers of ice. She smashes onto boulder uncovered in the snow. Her vision blurs and turns black. All the bones in her body seem to shatter as a tidal wave of pain engulfs her vision and hearing. Those sharp blades on her body resemble burnt spider feelers as they retreat noisily into her bloodied body. There is a large gap on her shoulder covered in blood, even her collar bone and the muscles on them have been ripped off by the powerful hands. She wants to call for Nether’s help, yet with her throat filled with blood plasma, she can only emit gurgling sounds.

In Teresa’s blurred vision, the orange shadow dashes to her again like lightning. The dim shadow raises his hands as sharp as blades, yet they do not fall on her.

Apart from the sound of the howling wind, only hurried breathing can be heard on the snowy ground.

Teresa regains her vision gradually and she sees an almost naked young man standing before her. His red hair is perched atop his head like flames and his eyes are tender and bright. His crimson pupils are warm and wet like gems while his brows are thick and soft like the fur of a snow fox. His nose is tall and his full lips are opened slightly, making him seem innocent and guiltless.

However, Teresa can clearly see the storming desire in his eyes. It is the most primal and intense desire – the heavy s.e.xual desire between men and women.

Instantaneously, Teresa’s pupils become stark white. The blizzard fills the s.p.a.ces in her eyes as she clearly feels the uncontrollable soul powers swarming in the man’s body. She closes her eyes and senses the orientation of his soul powers, “right here!” she lifts her hand and touches the left of his bare abdomen with the last of her strength. That was the location of his soul’s seal that she just sensed. She sends out sharp tendrils of soul powers from the tips of her fingers. The man can only feel the coldness of something piercing into his seal like toxic snakes before he falls heavily onto the black rocks.

Teresa heaves a sigh of relief as her soul powers reaches the limit. It feels as if she took a stroll around death. Closing her eyes, she allows her energy to deplete knowing that she will heal gradually.

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