Chapter 83: Cht 83: Am I Really The Sole Reason Of Everything
Night settled slowly over the vast woodland, bleeding from golden dusk into a hushed indigo sky speckled with cold, steady stars. The air was crisp, laced with the scent of bark, distant moss, and lingering elemental residue from the group’s journey. For once, no beasts howled, let alone any corrupted beast. No flicker of hostile spiritual pressure stained the distance. It was by all signs, a safe night. If such a word could even apply to this anymore.
Gin sat with his back against a thick-barked tree wrapped in lichen, his silver-blue tail flicking idly across the soft forest floor. A faint glow shimmered around him, not from cultivation or active energy flow but simply the ambient release of natural spirit as his transformed body adjusted to its primal nature.
The camp was quiet. Fireless, as usual out of caution.
Instead, glimmering vines from Mira’s and Jean water-wood elements resonance weaved through the canopy and hung in gentle arcs, illuminating the glade with a soft aquamarine pulse.
He could hear them breathing, the others, everyone. Each one a different rhythm, a different frequency of life. His ears twitched unconsciously, catching the shallow exhale of Xingning in the far edge of the clearing, the slower, deeper pulse of Mira’s rest, and the quiet shift of Lucy’s limbs nearby.
Lucy.
He glanced sideways, pretending to still be focused on nothing in particular. She was sitting cross legged a few body lengths away, her long legs relaxed, arms draped over her knees. Despite the day’s travel, her breathing hadn’t grown ragged. She should have been exhausted. She didn’t possess an energy core anymore. No circulating meridian network with other means as even that has cracks in inner walls. He had scanned her body structure multiple times be under pretense of caution and under true curiosity or during their session of lust release last night in spar of moment of intense focus on them.
Her flesh wasn’t like a bodyforging cultivator in the any sense. No physical strength, she has like one. Nor outer layers tight or inner body parts tough enough, tempered to that level. Yet her physique had that same kind of endurance, flexible muscle density far beyond natural. Outer skin layers more tighter than any non-awakener, tempered than most Tier 1 awakens. Inner body structure dense and coiled like a bowstring as if a trained intern-body forger. Her tendons weren’t also normal like not soaked in energy for quiet some time . She shouldn’t be able to last so long last night with Saira.
He remembered last night. The moment had returned to him too many times despite his best of controlling his mind.
Two hours. That’s how long Lucy had held up against Mira’s relentless continuesly releasing aura, body to body, friction against friction. No backing down, no collapse. No sign of raw exhaustion until finally when her breath gave out like the snap of overworked limbs as she folded her toes and released her juices finally on big flow, then trembling body slightly but quiet and numb, waiting for her strength to return. That had been the only reason for the pause. Not pain from doing it to much. Nor rejection from her body feeling such pleasure. Just the breaking point of stamina.
Even now, sitting near him, Lucy’s hair clung slightly to her sweat-dried neck. Her body was still working through the strain from running at full speed. She hadn’t even asked to stop, hadn’t once demanded attention. He didn’t need to ask why Mira had become attached to her.