Chapter 513 - 459 : Lost Chance (1/2)

”Can you move?”

Lissandra helped Lucy and worriedly asked her. The fallen God wasn't like Vyncent, she was still a mortal with some special powers acquired here, however, these powers are meant for combat so their situation was quite tricky.

Lucy was breathing heavily as sweat soaked her bloodied clothes. Her face was paler than usual and her movements were a bit stiff, nevertheless, she mustered all her strength and nodded her head to ease Lissandra's worries.

”Where are we going?” Asked the white specter while hiding her trembling hands behind her back.

”Anywhere but here.”

Lissandra left the cramped place to survey the place while Lucy leaned against a wall, trying to regulate her breathing and activate her Physique. Unfortunately, her energy just wouldn't circulate as if there was something blocking it. Furthermore, the feeling of hunger and thirst worsened with every passing second, sucking every last bit of strength she desperately tried to muster.

Less than a minute later, Lissandra entered the cave to signal Lucy only to find the latter in a semi-conscious state, barely able to stand up. Just as she was about to talk, Lucy fell on the ground, unable to hold on any longer. Thankfully, she was caught by Lissandra, who held her in her arms and checked her pulse only to find it inexplicably and dangerously slow, almost non-existent, even.

As she examined the unconscious Lucy, Lissandra let out a sigh and shook her head, unable to come up with a solution. After pondering for a few minutes, she put Lucy on her back and used a thin rope to bind their bodies to ensure that she doesn't fall.

Lissandra took a few deep breaths, straightened her bent back then left the cave only to be assaulted by a gust of suffocating heat which made her sweat and pant heavily. The fragile woman persisted and continued to slowly march, a pulsating white light emanating from her hands, enveloping her and Lucy and erasing their presence.

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”You've called for me?”

The white-haired woman was a bit surprised, she didn't expect 'X' to be able to convince Yamak in just two days. She frowned and glanced at the silent dragon, which was motionlessly crouching next to its inmate, unperturbed by her appearance.

”F*ck! Can't you at least take a bath? You smell worse than horseshit.”

The man comically held his blurry nose and waved his hand in annoyance. He signaled for her to stand a bit farther as the unpleasant smell was something he couldn't tolerate.

”Enough.” She said with a triggered tone, unwilling to bear through his pointless nonsense anymore.

”Have you resolved your issues?”

'X' wriggled his body in discomfort and only replied when he found a more comfortable position.

”Mhm yes yes, we agree to help your master in whatever he or she needs. Let us out.”

The veiled woman sized him up then added:

”Very well. I'll guide to master.”

She retrieved a snow-white ribbon and swung at it at the cell. The ribbon went through the cage and easily cut the binding chains, turning them into beautiful white roses.

'X' swiftly got up, patted the dust off his dirty black tuxedo then massaged his wrists and ankles. He was nonchalantly humming, happy that he was finally released and doesn't have to remain here any longer.

Yamak let out a groan and lifted his head, his piercing pupils focusing on the white-haired woman, who wasn't afraid of the two of them even though they were unbound.

”Let me make this clear, you cannot talk to my master with that nasty attitude of yours.”

'X' waved his hand dismissively and retorted

”Ok ok as long as you don't stand next to me, I'll refrain from 'nasty' comments.”