Chapter 2433
Devick laid on her back, her crimson hair arrayed in a fan out from her head. She looked up at the distance roof of the strange image space, content to just be for the moment. The far-off sight would stretch away anytime she moved for it, yet an almost unfamiliar feeling had settled in the pit of her stomach, beneath the places she breathed and digested. Even if the ceiling would move away, having her image experience such a transformation made her realize she could reach far-off goal, if she kept pushing.
And even if she didn’t… she hadn’t just given, in the contact with Randidly Ghosthound. She had felt his burning determination that animated his powerful body. Even if she didn’t reach the goal, she would just keep going. And that was fine too.
Despite these rather revolutionary and unreasonable realizations, a prodigious frown covered her face at the conversation topic. Which she had started, but the little monster was being a real bitch about it.
“No, the whole point is the method by which fire can turn consumption into power! It’s there that lies its ultimate advantage as an element; in desperate situations, it can overcome any sort of adversity via sacrifice,” Devick argued. “Well, obviously, blood and madness are also relatively strong, but if I had to pick-”
“Fire is an element, like any other,” Her companion, currently in the form of a small blue-haired monkey, countered. It also jabbed with its fingers for emphasis, in a very insulting manner. “All elements have advantages and disadvantages. This dangerous methodology of which you speak would be completely smothered by the presence of water. Just with the restrictive and cool presence, the power transformation cannot occur.”
“You have no sense of romance,” Devick growled. “How can you judge fighting strength by any metric except the heights of passion to which it can rise?”
“Very easily. Using logic.”
Devick couldn’t help but laugh. She rolled onto her side, looking over at the monkey, not really remembering why they started talking about this. She indulged in a few finger jabs of her own, finding the movement very cathartic. “You know, you seem perfectly willing to criticize my choice, but you haven’t offered any thoughts of your own. Which do you think is the most powerful element?”
For several long seconds, the monkey fidgeted. Its thick fingers picked at its fur. “Contemplating power has never brought me pleasure.”