Chapter 162 - The Ark Of Not Down Yet (2/2)

”So that's why you were intent on going after Minwoo,” said Z.

”I was intent on finding him 'cause I rebelled against you guys.”

”Like a child running to their grandparents' place to hide,” replied the Duchess.

”Minwoo would have been one hell of a young grandfather,” commented the Viscountess, remembering how Minwoo looked like.

”He was something special to me. And well.”

Mavislin looked down and smiled. Her cheeks were lightly dusted with pink as well.

”You had a crush on him?” asked the VIscountess.

Mavislin shook her head.

”I owed him. For all those years of constantly biting his hand. And pranks.”

Z laughed as he witnessed the poor Valkyrie blushing madly.

”He made a promise to help the Arks in times of crisis. And we should honor the same as well. Even if it was none of our concern.”

”Fools.”

The group was shocked. Mavislin ceased her healing while Vernice aimed at the fallen, charred body. The Umbra shook around. But Vernice didn't give it a chance to move any longer as she fired off a bullet rain.

”Did you Mages think that you can defeat me that easily?” asked the Umbra.

”Die already!” yelled Vernice, as she took two pistols and started firing at the Umbra endlessly.

But the Umbra took it all in. It then converted the arrow into a water spike and attacked Z, aiming him at his leg. But before it could reach, Vernice shot the arrow away, causing it to disperse. But the bullets fired from her rifle were turned into bullets of water.

The ones in the Umbra's body aided it to recover its Elemental Energy quicker than normal. Mavislin tried her hand at attacking the Umbra, with her Amalgamation of Elements. But all the Elements or projectiles thrown at it turned into water.

”Stop firing! There is no way you can fight it!” yelled Mavislin as she witnessed her Helios being turned into water spikes.

Vernice instantly halted. That move made the Umbra laughed as it kicked Vernice away. Upon impact, the Duchess spewed out some blood. Ling could only watch the poor Duchess fly towards the opposite wall. She was beginning to quiver.

Without the second strongest, this battle was starting to get stale once more.