Chapter 574
Boom—
The chaos-wreathed harpoon slammed into the golden barrier and burst apart on impact. Most of the shards splintered harmlessly against its radiant surface, scattering wide, though a few pinged off his armor. The strike failed to break through the barrier, pierce his armor, or even fracture his arm. All it did was hurl him backward with sheer force.
What the fuck!
Though he cursed inwardly, Ian thrust out his right arm, gripping the rope tightly.
Simultaneously, he pulled the rope with his Willful Grasp, winding it around his left arm like a spool.
Whir—
The shock of the explosion wasn't severe, but it was enough to sharpen his Concentration and Intuition. He could also control the Willful Grasp with greater finesse and speed than usual.
If only I could use it on myself, I wouldn't need to go through all this trouble.
Ian continued to pull the rope in rapidly. His right palm grew warm as the rope, stretching across his back to his left arm, pulled taut. His body, which had been plummeting toward the sea, was now being reeled back toward the ship.
Splash—
A wave leaped up, washing over Ian's plate boots. The faint red divinity spreading across him mixed with the swirling mist, painting a reddish arc in the air. The hem of his fluttering cloak was the brush.
Well, it works, at least, Ian thought, frowning at his soaked feet.