Chapter 1539 (2/2)
Some allowances for the other images, Randidly thought with pleasure. But today, Grim Chimera, the show is all yours…
The fingers of Randidly’s left hand began to glow cherry red, and then a humming orange, before ascending and becoming white-hot. Steam began to roiled around his cocked limb. As the image’s attack arrived.
BOOOOOOM!
The force waves crashed against Randidly’s heavy left arm, barely making a dent. The attack was strong, but even Randidly was impressed by how dense and immovable the left arm of the Grim Chimera now was. His right eye flashing as the image flitted sideways and shot toward the root dome, Randidly right hand blurred into motion.
The image split into three forms that moved in different directions, but Randidly’s upper tail lashed out. With its lithe form, it was capable of moving at overwhelming speeds and it quickly sliced through two fakes. Randidly’s hand shot unerringly toward the fine version of the image.
Congratulations! Your Skill Pernicious Fang of the Shade (L) has grown to Level 296!
The image seemed to have anticipated that Randidly would be able to find it and strike; as soon as Randidly eliminated the fakes and began to move, the armless body condensed back to its powerful form. One of the golden greaved legs whipped up and smashed into Randidly’s glowing hand. In addition, Randidly felt the image marshaling all of its remaining Aether in a very particular way.
Inwardly, Randidly shook his head with pity. Unfortunately for you, This attack… contains no Nether.
Using Nether against Aether was akin to pouring water on fire. To compensate for this anticipated attack, the image was now doing the equivalent of upping the fire’s temperature so the Nether would ‘evaporate’ before it could do much damage. Unfortunately for the image, to end this fire in no uncertain terms, Randidly had brought a giant boulder and simply planned to smash it out of existence.
His incendiary fingers cracked and shattered the golden greaves. The attack continued forward and ripped a deep gash in the images thigh. Waves of heat radiated outward and further seared the image flesh. As the image jerked its head back, Randidly’s hand ripped sharply upward and left a trail of mangled image details across the armless torso. And it was at that point that Randidly smashed it with another blast of Nether.
The figure in front of him grew misty as the image was unable to maintain its consciousness for much longer. “You… mistake… I will…!”
Randidly wasn’t sure how much connection truly existed between the body and the image in this case. There had been some distant acknowledgment of each other’s situation when Randidly had been on the frontlines, but whoever owned this image likely didn’t possess the same sort of advantages that he did. Plus, the array that he and Neveah had created should interfere with that connection somewhat.
Yet Randidly also believed that the original owner of this powerful image would understand essentially what had occurred and would be very, very mad about it. If this foe had been a casual one in the past, he or she would be radicalized by the loss of this image.
Even so, Randidly struck again with his hand that continued to burn the surrounding moisture from the air and scattered the image into remnant details. Then he breathed deeply with Cursed Appetite of the Wraith and Tide of the Void to gather those details within himself. He isolated them inside of his Soulspace, to study and experiment with in the future.
Randidly withdrew his root dome into the ground, allowing the engorged organic matter to smolder there and eventually enrich the soil. Then he walked over to the waiting Helen. “How much could you sense of our fight outside of the dome?”
Helen shrugged. “Basically everything; no one ever accused your images of being subtle. Even if my image muffled it a bit more, I believe every recruit is capable enough to observe a portion of that fight. Word will get out about what you did here.”
Randidly nodded slowly and chewed on his lip. Meanwhile, Helen tilted her head over toward Djark Quewn, who continued to shiver on the ground. “What about him?”
“Kick him out. As quickly as possible,” Randidly said simply. It was, perhaps, a cold response, but Randidly knew that keeping him here would only put the young man in more danger. Reporting that he had accepted the individual of a hostile foreign party into his body and brought it onto the Rally Station…
The cruelty of Commandant Wick’s response to such a report could be imagined.