Chapter 521 - Twelve: Greenwood Divine Chain VS Yingluo
Komer’s eyes, filled with an intent to kill, fixed on the timorous face of the approaching Elf Thief. Waves of violent rage swelled in his chest, the bubbling fury all but poised to take over his mind. Komer was using all of his energy to fight against the impending eruption of murderous intent, but like a crazed tide that refused to ebb, it did not diminish despite his forceful repression. Once the crack in his spirit opened, it was beyond human control.
Gradually, Komer realized that he was losing the ability to harness the surging homicidal urge that threatened to break free from its cage in his chest. His heart was growing colder, and if the killing intent were to break through his mental control, he feared he would instantly become a frenzied Mage, embarking on a wild slaughter until he died, drained of his magical strength.
"I’m sorry, sir, and thank you for helping me," Finitz had no idea that she was stepping so close to the edge of death. The young Mage before her seemed to be in a plight due to overexertion in casting spells, his face pale and muscles on his checks appeared to be trembling. She was utterly astonished when her sizable Tornado Storm was resisted by his Star Magic Defense Shield—such a feat left her almost unable to close her gaping mouth.
For Finitz, who came from an Elf background, it was her first time witnessing a Wind Magic Array as grand as Tornado Storm being counteracted by a Magic Shield. She wondered whether it was due to her limited experience or if the man was indeed overly formidable—perhaps it was a combination of both.
Now it seemed that the young Mage was struggling from overcasting, and Finitz longed to help him.
Even from the moment he appeared, she recognized him, the Stone Pendant that belonged to him was still hanging in front of her breast. Finitz didn’t know what material the Yingluo was made of—it looked like jade but it wasn’t, resembled stone but also not. Yet, this Yingluo, hanging at her heart, offered an unexpected tranquility, harmonizing strangely well with the Greenwood Divine Chain around her neck.
Shockingly, Finitz found that when changing her undergarments, the Yingluo and Greenwood Divine Chain seemed to merge tightly under light, alternating between yellow luminescence and light green glimmers, mingling and separating at times, creating an indescribably mesmerizing effect. The pendant even made the twin mounds on her chest appear translucent and silky, adding a lustrous, creamy texture.
Komer’s gaze stayed piercingly on the Elf who was now before him, her face a mix of concern and guilt. She had taken off her fluffy hat, and her fine hair cascaded down her neck, revealing her delicate, Elf-characteristic pointed ears. Komer could even smell the faint wood fragrance coming off her—the scent peculiar to Forest Elves, a result of their inherent lifestyle and affinity with certain plants, which of course was quite comforting.