175 Second Resurrection (2/2)

They all felt Layla's presence. Her aura had disappeared but her natural presence which is created by any living being's life force was still there. The problem was that they felt it absolutely everywhere.

As if Layla had become everything that composes the world around them ”…Ostara?” Karma mumbled.

”Ēostre?” Jorga exclaimed and Karma glanced at him. Before she could ask, the world around them changed. The dark color of s.p.a.ce disappeared and was replaced by a bright light. The planets and stars in the distance vanished.

The world had become white. But something was soon added to this world. Everyone looked up and saw a blue line becoming bigger and bigger. When the size stopped increasing anymore, another line appeared beside it, gradually.

Then it was repeated numerous times until everything was blue above them. Afterward, some white spots appeared on the blue color and became wavy and transparent. After that, it was below them. A line of green, then another, until everything was of that same color.

Next were shades, contrast, details, optimizations… And finally, the trees appeared, the gra.s.s, soil, rocks, and mountains… Everything was completed by the apparition of a bright star in the sky.

Deva looked around along with Jorga and Karma. They were looking dazedly around them and so was Fafnir. The environment that was created right then was extremely disturbing. Nothing seemed to be really real.

Everything was frozen and could only be qualified as pretty. It was just like a drawing. No, this whole world had just been created like a painting. The sky and the ground were painted with a brush and so was the rest.

Fafnir frowned and produced a golden sword from his 'Vault' before grabbing it. He was on his guard and kept looking around. But that wasn't enough as he was struck by an unknown energy and was sent flying away.

His humongous body crashed on the ground but he didn't bury himself or create a crater. He even slightly bounced as some of the 'soil' and 'gra.s.s' stuck to him ”This is… actual paint?” Fafnir muttered when he touched the paint, he had on him.

He then looked at the ground and his eyes widened ”A canvas…” He was astounded ”From the beginning, this was a white canvas on which a scenery was painted...” The dragon uttered. He stood up and stared at the place where he had just been attacked by an undetectable force.

”What kind of theory could do this?”

Before he could think of an answer, he felt something touching his back lightly before it turned into a heavy strike which made him roar as he flapped his wings and retreated. Immediately after, he opened his 'Vault' again and the golden lights reappeared.

When the third strike happened, it was blocked by the same golden s.h.i.+eld from before ”Get out!” Fafnir shouted ”I know you're not in a physical form. You won't be able to win like this!”

Everything was silent for a moment then something changed on the 'ground'. The paint moved by itself and formed some beautiful patterns. All kinds of flowers were drawn; roses, tulips, lilies, anemones… Then a figure appeared right in the middle.

Karma gasped while Jorga and Fafnir were taken aback. If Layla was beautiful before, right now she was most likely the most beautiful person they had ever seen until now.

Her draconic appearance was gone and her features didn't change that much but it seemed like her skin, body, and face had been deprived of any imperfection. Her eyes had turned mystical. If you looked quickly, you may only be able to see silver and red colors but if you focused a little, you would see the flowers in her pupils.

Her dress was now decorated with all kinds of plants white retaining its red silver and black colors. Her hair had also changed a little. After her 'rebirth', the hair she had above her shoulder had turned silver while the rest had become black. Now, the different strands were mixed together and gave another charm.

But what struck the lookers the most was the impression she gave. She made you feel calm and serene and her whole appearance reminded one of nature, youth and vitality. Just a glimpse of her and your mind would be affected and appeased.

”Ēostre…or Ostara, is a G.o.ddess who represents the opportunity of growth and rebirth after the stagnation of winter; the Maiden G.o.ddess” Jorga recalled and smiled wryly ”She fits the legend and image perfectly” He added and Karma nodded strongly.

Fafnir observed Layla solemnly and raised his sword without saying anything. Layla smiled radiantly and lifted her completely restored rapier.

Fafnir's expression twitched as every single one of her moves looked like art ”You wanted it. I'll go all out” Her voice resounded everywhere and even managed to calm Fafnir a little even if it was a taunt.

The golden dragon clicked his tongue and flapped his wings, Layla didn't move and when the sword was about to hit her, the paint around raised like a whirlpool and shrouded both of them.

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