Book 13: Chapter 57
“What sort of ginormous beast is this…?” I asked myself.
Its body emitted a dark blue glow despite the surroundings being dark. I thought the wyrm was a dragon-type creature similar to the dragon we were familiar with. However, it wasn’t. It was just a snake. It didn’t have claws or a beard. Instead, it was a ginormous three-headed snake. It leapt out of the water and squirmed while shrieking and writhing, because it swallowed the mana dissolving potion.
When it charged into us, it nearly knocked me over with its imposing roar and three rows of sharp fangs, combined with the air emitted into the sky. The terror of brushing shoulders with a death god led to me forgetting to breathe, for it felt as though it would track me down via my breathing and devour me. I may not be afraid of death, but I shuddered when I sensed the terror of being one step away from death. My mind went blank, leaving nothing but the image of a gigantic mouth and fangs in my mind. It wasn’t just me who froze, though. My moms’ also froze as they blankly watched the ginormous wyrm squirming in the air. They had no idea what happened. I gave myself a hard punch.
It was no time to be freaking out. It was a once in a millennium opportunity. I never thought I’d be so lucky. I wanted to dissolve its outer shell with the mana dissolving potion. The wyrm wasn’t a stupid creature. It was an intelligent hunter. It would never consume the potion. Nevertheless, because it was in a bit of a rush and thought that I didn’t notice its presence, it attempted to attack me. Had Nier not pulled me back, I’d probably have been swallowed whole.
“Mom!!”
I shouted to the other ship in spite of not knowing if Mom could hear me or not. I had faith that Mom could react in time, though. As I predicted, Mommy Vyvyan raised her hands up high. A huge and heavy burst of mana smashed down. I didn’t know if Mommy Elizabeth and Nier could sense it, but I could sense the pressure of mana coming down from the skies. A huge cage made from mana came down from the skies and confined the wyrm inside.
The wyrm was previously hard to control due to its dexterous movement. Thankfully, the heavens gave us a perfect opportunity. The wyrm lost its ability to think as a result of the pain from within. That being said, it knew where it went wrong after the mana walls tightly confined it. The wyrm wrestled with the pain inside and roared toward the seemingly empty sky. But regardless of how it struggled, it couldn’t break the enclosure a demi-god trapped it with.
It may have absorbed all of the mana in the land, but its opponent this time was the monarch with the most superior mana – an incarnate of god. It was also a full-moon night; thus, Vyvyan’s power was at its peak. The wyrm smashed into its prison in a futile attempt to escape; sadly, it couldn’t get it to budge.
Ying stood at the bow. Despite there being no light all around, Ying’s white robe and flower petals were particularly clear. She held a different sabre. It was also a straight sabre, but it was an intimidating one. The blade was visible in the darkness. It wasn’t because the blade was very bright, but because the blade was very dark. It was darker than the darkness nearby. No, it wasn’t a natural darkness, but the sort of darkness you’d find within the deep corners of a human’s heart. Gazing at the blade was akin to gazing at the darkness of your own heart. It was the same as doing something you didn’t want to do. It was the same as seeing the darkness of your heart condescendingly mocking you and luring you, while you couldn’t escape the power of its lure.