Chapter 279: Arc 4, Act II, - 124: Cindering March Part III
The bright streak of lightning lasted a mere second and the Thundering Blade stood there no longer. Fumeko couldn’t even blink an eye as she screamed her name out...
She knew what happened the last time the blonde casted a spell she was told not to... A bloody mess on the floor and if weren’t for Hotaru being so close by...
Daiyu’s eyes widened, a little impressed before a bullet got her attention back. Arabella continued her fight, the sand around her head giving her a minimal view. The king awaited the next step.
Hotaru was a bit too far for comfort... Asobi? Who knows where exactly she was. So the only one who was left, was the brunette who had attempted to stop her in the critical moment...
In that split second, to be the only one who knows what could happen to Jotou, after being one of the only ones who had witnessed it before... What a horrifying thought...
The battle ensued, hundreds of passing glances to the yellow light that flashed. Fumeko peered straight up into the sky.
She had encouraged Jotou to learn that spell after all. How did she not figure out that Jotou would jump to it as a last resort...? With the situation at hand, there was little room for error...
Meanwhile... she felt a rush of static across her skin, barely able to feel the speed at which she just bolted up. Sparks went down her body like tiny fireworks as the lightning shot out a blonde.
The air past her ears gave her a chill, so thin yet fresh as it entered her lungs. Her entire body felt fuzzy, her gaze akin to being in a fever dream.
The oceans of clouds were just past the tip of her nose, like cotton candy she could reach. The sounds of shouted orders, bullets and fire were no longer existent...
The skies she would so often look to, there she was. In that couple of seconds, fading away into nothingness sounded like the best idea ever; and perhaps, this was the heaven she didn’t believe.
That’s when the wind started howling past her ears and the pull of gravity grasped her form once more. Jotou felt no struggle, no resistance, as she gracefully looked back down, her body entering free fall.