Chapter 181.2
Carla looked “dying” to anyone’s eyes. It was a wonder how she could even stand on her own two feet, let alone move in her current state.
Perhaps she not only used the warrior as a shield, but also used Water Magic’s [Water Veil] and [Water Ball], and to neutralize the flames and blew it away with Level 5 Wind Magic’s [Typhoon].
But if the power of those black thorns was to strengthen her magic level, she could have healed her current wounded body if she had left them as they were. Carla understood the meaning of Elgrim’s words when he asked her why she turned it off, and she looked into the distance as if thinking of her distant “friend” and scoffed at the foolish sage who seemed to live a hundred times longer than she did.
“–she had to really fight to retain her strength. But I’m different…–preserving strength is something that only someone with a future… not for someone like me…?”
She didn’t care when she died. Just live life to the fullest in the present.
But she also did not intend to die on the spot, nor did she intend to be killed by any other hand than Aria’s. So she threw herself into the fight for more than Aria. So if Aria was not willing to put up a better fight than her, then she would not recognize Aria as someone she wished to kill and be killed by.
“Besides…pain, it hurts, but, doesn’t it make you feel alive?”
Carla’s comment that only the pain from near-death experiences could be considered “living” horrified everyone in the room, and Elgrim’s gleeful smile faded as his eyes narrowed.
“Don’t underestimate me, little girl.”
[Elgrim] [Race: Dark Dark Dark Elf Male] [Rank 5]
[Magic Power: 476/570] [Strength Value: 143/154]
[Total Combat Power: 2616 (With Physical Enhancements: 3539)]