Chapter 524 - 517. Nothing Is Sure in the Battlefield
Riding the giant serpent that shredded the battlefield, once again, Bassena became the person who reached the farthest point on the battlefield. Alone, he charged toward the enemy’s camp, hovering behind the dunes of the fifth lane.
Well, he wasn’t exactly alone.
Stakes of darkness fleeting around him, piercing into anything trying to come close. A specter rushed toward him, and several little copies of him, darker than the night, pounced at the creature, pushing it back to the third lane where other espers were ready to take it on.
"Good job," Bassena patted the stakes, who nuzzled at him the way the shards would nuzzle against Zein.
Like a boat going against a harsh current, he and his little army of darkness pushed through the hordes that seemed endless. Where they came from, he had no idea. Perhaps from more dungeons the Fallen Star managed to summon, or perhaps the number of beasts they had faced before was nothing but an appetizer. After all, they were yet to reach the heart of the Deathzone itself.
Whatever it was, Bassena knew this was what they would be facing in the future; countless beasts and more higher-level entities. And at the top of that pyramid was the Fallen Star; the real one, not this clone.
But if he couldn’t even face this clone, how could he face the real Fallen Star?
With this thought, Bassena trudged forward, watching the many eyes carefully.
The eyes, however, never looked at him.
Those many eyes, most of it--if not all--were trained to one point. It made Bassena sick thinking about who was at the other end of that gaze, but it also gave him the needed distraction as he mowed through the field and gradually approached the clone.
"It’s not impossible..." he muttered, crouching on top of the serpent’s head, laying low to avoid the incoming energy attack.