leonardwarren Chapter 492 : 491: Sneak Attack
Chapter 492 : 491: Sneak Attack
"You've wasted too much of my time, I want to watch his battle without interruption."
After Raegar's death, Pamela spoke in an indifferent tone and expression. Still, a second later, her eyes widened in realization and she shouted while clutching her head with a pained face and teary eyes.
"Nooooo!!!"
"I destroyed his body entirely!... That was my chance to obtain an Ascendant's body to study!"
"I should have controlled my anger and irritation."
Pamela fell to her knees, and genuine tears poured down her eyes as she gazed at the bloodied and the remaining pieces of Raegar.
The more she gazed at the Raegar's 'body', the more pain and sorrow she felt in her heart.
"Damn it all."
More tears poured down her eyes, and she slammed her fist in the air, and a small shockwave erupted as a result of this.
Pamela sniffed after some seconds, and then she slowly wiped the tears from her eyes as she got to her feet. She gritted her teeth with a pained expression, and then she waved her hand.
When she did, the puddle of blood mixed with flesh and bones disappeared. She stored what was remaining of Raegar's.
"Maybe I do need therapy on my anger and irritation."
Pamela mumbled softly, and then she looked at the barrier of Aethara's Imperium with bright eyes.
"I never knew that she'd have an Imperium. No wonder the runes warned me about her."
Pamela stroked her chin some seconds later with a calculating light in her eyes.
"Hmm, just looking at her Imperium is giving me some inspiration for my Imperium."
The gears in Pamela's mind spun as she gazed at the barrier of Aethara's Imperium. Unlike Aethara who had an Imperium, Pamela surprisingly did not possess one.
However, this was not because Aethara was more talented than her, absolutely not. If Pamela wanted, she could create an Imperium on the spot, but she chose not to.
This was not a result of Pamela's attacker avoiding the Imperium.
No.
The barrier and quality of Aethara's Imperium were just that high and ridiculously insane.
Hovering above the Imperium was Pamela. In a normal situation, she would have appreciated the quality of Aethara's Imperium or maybe she would have decided to inspect it, but her mind was entirely fixed on her attacker.
The sight of her attacker was completely out of her expectations.
In the darker than normal, more turbulent, more chaotic and ominous, and much louder skies was a monster, an abomination, a nightmare unlike anything Pamela had ever heard of.
The... being resembled a dragon of legend, but Pamela had seen images of dragons. In fact, she had fought one in the past, and this... being in front of her was nothing like the majestic and noble form of a dragon.
The being was not a creature of scale or sinew, instead, it was a monstrous amalgamation of storm and shattered stone.
Jagged and shattered obsidian-like stones were its scales and flesh, and connecting these obsidian-like stones were veins of murky white energy that crackled and surged across its body, making it look like a storm bound within a fractured shell.
Each piece of its body seemed to float independently, shifting and twisting, held together not by flesh but by a force beyond comprehension.
Its neck, hands, legs, and even wings were not attached by flesh, but by this unseen force that was beyond human comprehension.
Its head alone was a nightmare-given form, elongated and angular, with jagged, mismatched horns arcing outward like the broken spires of a ruined cathedral. Crimson lightning danced between the horns, wild and uncontrolled, and it emitted sharp cracks that echoed like distant gunfire.
Its eyes, if they could even be called that, were twin orbs of searing white light, unblinking and devoid of any semblance of life or mercy. When its maw opened, rows of serrated metallic teeth gleamed, each vibrating with a subtle hum, as though eager to tear into the fabric of the shattered dimension itself.
Apart from all of these, its wings were no less terrifying. They were not physical appendages. They were not flesh or leather, but storms incarnate, shifting tempests. They were swirling vortexes of lightning and wind.
The 'bones' of the wings were jagged arcs of lightning, while translucent membranes flickered and shimmered with the colors of a violent aurora, constantly flickering between shades of electric blue, white, and violent violet.
As the wings spread and flapped, they distorted the air, crackling with energy and creating violent gales and tornadoes that ripped through the ground below.
Its tail lashed violently, ending in a cluster of obsidian-like stone spines that radiated power. Arcs of lightning leaped between the spines, their brightness rivaling the countless lightning bolts above, and each movement of the tail left deep, glowing scars on the ground below.
'What the fuck is this thing?'