Chapter 148: The Trial (7)
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The last wyvern let out a melodramatic screech before plummeting, headfirst, into one of Vivienne’s shimmering fake clouds. It vanished with a loud PLOP, and for a brief, glorious moment, silence fell upon the battlefield.
Then came the familiar chime.
WAVE 2: CLEAREDPARTY STATUS: SLIGHTLY TRAUMATIZEDSYSTEM ADVICE: Maybe take a snack break?NEXT TRIAL DOOR UNLOCKED.
Verena flopped onto the ground, spread-eagle and gasping. "If I ever survive this, I’m going to commission a statue of myself. It’s going to have laser eyes and one foot on a wyvern head."
"Make sure to put Vivienne next to you," Isolde teased, sitting down gracefully beside her. "Cuddling your ankle or something."
Vivienne perked up, cheeks flushing. "Oh! Can I actually do that?"
"NO!" Verena sat bolt upright, red as a beet. "You’re not allowed to be encouraging about that!"
"I just think we’d look cute," Vivienne pouted, nudging her illusion to form a tiny statue preview of the scene—complete with sparkles and a dramatic wind effect on Verena’s imaginary cape.
"Stop. It." Verena swatted at the illusion, and it poofed into glitter.
Isolde chuckled, watching them with mild amusement. "Okay, but weirdly enough? This might be our most functional team run yet."