Book 14: Chapter 54
Vyvyan looked at the yellow sand surrounding them. She aggressively extended her arms and stopped the strong winds around. The sand, therefore, stopped flying about and returned to the ground. Standing in the sandstorm, Ying nodded: “A magic barrier, I see. It is my first time seeing an area totally covered in sand.”
“A weak mana barrier can only disrupt our hearing and senses. Back up a bit, Ying. I’ll destroy these mana barriers.”
The wind, sand and dust were operated using mana. As such, whether or not inanimate things such as the sand and dust could move, depended on the strength of mana. Elves and dragons were different. Elves, themselves, didn’t possess much mana, but they could communicate with the mana in the atmosphere. Hence, they could pass on orders. Dragons, on the other hand, possessed an exorbitantly high volume of mana, but they were poor at commanding exterior elements.
Ying, who was very sensitive to mana, immediately felt as though all of the elements in the environment were enveloped in Vyvyan’s mana; more accurately, they gathered around under her command. Vyvyan was the ruler of the elves and the ruler of the magic in the land. All elements and mana obeyed the power of the demi-god. In an instant, the wild winds and scattered sand enveloping the desert fell to the ground. The bright moon finally pierced through the sand burial, lighting up the entire desert with its silver light.
“Inard…”
Vyvyan softly murmured her brother’s name. Mana was hereditary, so traces of mana could feel familiar. Vyvyan immediately felt the mana around was from her brother, more accurately, her late brother, Inard.
Inard might’ve been Vyvyan’s elder brother, but the difference in their mana superiority was significant. She dismantled the barrier that Inard went through so much trouble to erect. Vyvyan looked at the grains of sand on the ground and snickered. She stepped on it in an angry fashion. She seemed to be speaking to herself, yet seemed to be speaking to somebody when she swore an oath: “You idiotic womaniser. You never wholeheartedly looked at me once! I did so much for you, but you never spared me a sincere look. You looked at Elizabeth and many, many other women, yet you never loved me, and now you’re trying to stop me from rescuing my son, as well! I will never let you stop me! Ever! Inard! I’ll be sure to slay the dragon this time, I swear it!”
“Vyvyan, there is something overhead.”
Ying drew her long sabre at her waist. The blade could only reflect the ice-cold moonlight. Xia was quietly lying inside the lighthouse, but her true body was in her sister’s hand. Vyvyan raised her head. A scorching flame flew toward them. A massive light appeared between the two of them, turning the flame into dispersing fireworks. At the same time, an enormous shadow came down from the sky similarly to a falling meteor.