Chapter 1267 (2/2)
With great care, Nathan took his time typing out the perfect message that was just a little funny but also slyly hinted that he would meet her right now if that was cool. Upon a second read through, the message seemed terrible. It reeked of desperation and did an abysmal job of conveying the true message. So he carefully rewrote the whole thing.
The next attempt was worse. Nathan kept making bad jokes and puns and it made the messages completely impossible to read without groaning. Yet as he considered the prospect of trying to write something different, he immediately feared that his corrections would be similarly disastrous. Gritting his teeth, Nathan decisively pressed the send message button before he could try again and return to his seat in tears.
Several seconds passed. Slowly, Nathan’s skin began to tingle. He looked at the empty message portion of his menu with rapidly increasing dread. Because she had just exhausted herself from a concert, Mariah might easily miss his message in the chaos afterward. And once she returned she would likely rest, and her messages would be the last thing on her mind…
And when she finally finds it in several hours… or even tomorrow… Nathan pressed his hands against his face and shook his head. His hands were starting to sweat. Yet just as his mind was preparing to run through the slew of horrifying possible reactions that Mariah Jane could have for Nathan’s idiotically timed message in exacting detail, a notification popped up.
I’m so glad you made it! If you want, I’m just hanging around the VIP booth, you can come join me.
Nathan blinked. Nathan replied that he would be over shortly. Mariah replied back that she told the guards at the door to let him through.
In a daze, Nathan managed to put his feet in front of each other in a pattern that led him around to the main stairwell and managed to ascend him to the box level. Despite the fact that the journey was actually quite the distance in the vast stadium, Nathan’s steps seemed to propel him forward a few meters each time his foot touched the ground. He was practically gliding forward in his hurry to meet Mariah.
Suddenly, Nathan stiffened. Then he frowned as the long years of drills with Tykes jumped to the forefront of his mind. This feeling… violence and… the scent of blood…?
His speed in the next few strides shot up even further. He whipped himself around the corner and cracked the ground beneath him as he shot forward down the long hall. It only took him ten seconds from the moment that familiar scent hit him before he arrived at the door that Mariah had told him about, but in that time a woman’s scream cut through the air.
Mariah! Nathan’s body was on fire. This was every twisted dream and nightmare that he had, suddenly made horrifyingly real.
Seeing there were no longer any guards watching the door, Nathan smashed it open and walked through to the interior. It appeared that there had once been tables covered with a lavish spread of foods that had been knocked to the floor. Broken wine bottles littered the ground. But Nathan’s eyes went to the corner of the room where the people were.
Four figures stood in the corner of the room. Two stood with their backs to Nathan, their bodies fragrant with the scent of blood. They gripped long blades of blood with their hands and advanced slowly toward the two other figures. One of those other figures was a man that Nathan recognized as the head of the Order Valorem. His shirt was ripped, exposing a gash that spurted blood down onto the soft grey carpet on the ground.
And behind the Leader of the Order Valorem was Mariah Jane, collapsed and unconscious against the wall. A trickle of blood ran down from her scalp to her jaw.
The leader of the Order Valorem seemed to be twisting, but he froze as he saw Nathan. His eyes were filled with confusion as he considered him. But the deceptively soft sound of the two figures stepping forward yanked Nathan’s attention away from the Order Valorem man. Nathan felt his extremely hot emotions abruptly become extremely cold. The sweating of his palms grew more exaggerated.
Almost mechanically, Nathan raised his right hand and performed a Soul Shatter on the two figures that seemed to be the aggressors. The powerful offensive Skill blasted forward and sunk into the back of the two’s skulls.
Yet nothing happened. The Skill caused no response. The lack of effect caused Nathan to blink in shock. When he went to strike at their spirits, there wasn’t anything to-
BOOOOOOOOOOM!
A tremor ran through the whole of the stadium, clearing emerging from within the building. Through the windows at the far end of the box that overlooked the field, Nathan could see a pillar of crimson energy surging upward from the center of the turf toward the sky. But Nathan quickly disregarded that as a matter for later. Even if the Red Revival was here, Dinesh and Tykes were down there; Kiersty wouldn’t be in any danger.
No, what he needed to focus on now was saving Mariah. And since these two didn’t possess any real consciousness to damage…
This time, Nathan utilized Psychic Surgery. His sharp touch easily penetrated the bodies of the two figures who were taking slow steps forward toward the man from the Order Valorem and Mariah. They didn’t seem to notice the danger at all as his Skill gathered at several key points in their musculoskeletal structure.
They aren’t even conscious… something is controlling them. Nathan felt a flash of hesitation but quickly pushed that impulse to be merciful down. Still… it’s hard to believe that those marks would appear on their arms if they didn’t agree to it…
Nathan made a cutting motion with his sweaty hand. His psychic touch severed their spines at the base of the skull and ripped through the ventricles of the heart. The two men collapsed like paper dolls blown over like a gust of wind.
Congratulations! Your Skill Psychic Surgery (A) has grown to Level 154!
Congratulations! Your Skill Psychic Surgery (A) has grown to Level 155!