Chapter 130 (1/2)
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Sayla’s statement caused Asley to almost bust a vein.
Asley’s hair jolted up, and his eyes were bloodshot red.
His bulging muscles, waves of arcane energy, and powerful murderous intent in his eyes, prompted Sayla to stop in her tracks.
[Anna: Whoa. Hold on! Asley actually went berserk?]
Asley shattered the floor below his feet with every step, so loudly that the chatter outside the door immediately ceased.
In an attempt to hold him back, Sayla put her hands forward and released her own arcane energy to create a shield. At the same time, Dallas opened the door behind Asley to get a look at the situation.
Surprised by how dense the waves of incoming energy were, Sayla grew more and more worried. Dallas, despite being tasked with defending Sayla, stopped all movement upon simply seeing Asley’s back.
The energy, so strong that Dallas was immobilized and Sayla was visibly worried, made even the people behind Dallas scream.
Although Sayla’s wind magic had sent the books and parchment sheets in the room flying, Asley’s rage-induced aura did not move them even a single inch. Then again, the arcane energy certainly was causing damage, as one could clearly hear creaking in the walls, the floor, and all the furniture.
Sayla’s energy shield, clashing with Asley’s constant waves of energy, did not last long before it was crunched down in size. In the end, the shield had its arcane energy completely eliminated, and Sayla was overwhelmed by the wicked aura.
“What… is this… energy…”
Sayla’s voice, barely wrung out against the choking pressure, went unheard by Asley.
Asley, apparently absent-minded, held his hands forward. Seeing that, Sayla tried to take a defensive stance, but an instantaneous discharge of arcane energy lifted her up, and then flung her backwards, slamming her fixedly into the rock wall behind her.
“Ngh!? Ga… h…”
Sayla coughed out blood, her face painted with an expression of anguish.
At the same time, Dallas finally managed to move himself.
He rushed in front of Asley, holding both his hands out to protect Sayla. He seemed to be struggling badly under the pressure as well.
Dallas had reasons to not draw his sword. One was to make a point to Asley that he meant no harm.
Another was because of what he’d realized by instinct – that even if he were to fight back, he would not fare well against Asley’s current state.
“Asley! Get a hold of yourself!”
Asley stopped for a brief moment upon hearing Dallas.
His waves of arcane energy did not stop, however, and the whole Resistance hideout continued to suffer under the pressure.
“Asley! Stop!”
Dallas shouted at Asley again, but the latter would not calm down.
The pressure now was so great that a few people started to faint. Dallas managed to take it head-on, and Sayla was still fully conscious, but they were not able to do anything more.
“Asley!”
Dallas’ breathing discomposed more as he kept shouting.
Meanwhile, a figure casually walked up behind Asley, and then leaped onto his back.
“What’re you doing, Master? Your eyes are looking really creepy here!”
Pochi clung to Asley’s shoulders and shouted into his ears – the usual routine.
“And look at your hair! It’s all messed up!”
She pulled Asley’s hair, and then crumpled it up.
Dallas was taken aback, and Sayla was utterly horrified. Although Pochi was his Familiar, her course of action was clearly out of line.
The scene that unfolded before Dallas was that of Pochi approaching the explosive situation without worry, trash-talking, and then… poking Asley’s face with one of her nails.
“Ahahaha! You look like a roll of barbed wire!”
Laughter ensued.
Asley’s barbed-wire hair reverted to silk thread, the discharged arcane energy returned into his body as if sucked in, and all creaking sounds ceased within the Resistance hideout.
The shaking pushed Pochi’s nail deeper into Asley’s face, causing a little stream of blood to flow down.
“…It hurts, Pochi.”
“Good morning, sir!”
“It’s night.”
“Right!”
Asley put Pochi down on the ground, then turned to look at Sayla.