As Thessa dashed ahead, ignoring the reveal of her Silver Mancy cultivation. She had been hiding it all this time, but whatever was happening now definitely couldn’t be ignored.
The sudden flare of her Fire Soul was very dangerous for her, but it could also be an opportunity.
The trouble with separating out her Fire Soul like she did was that although the Soul Core was in her possession, it wasn’t outside the realm of possibility that another could form.
In fact, this was the most common way Fire Souls were born—by splitting off from the main piece.
But if that was so easy to do, everyone would just farm a single Fire Soul. That was why this matter was so shocking to Thessa.
There was no way to confirm until she got there, but it felt like the ember of her Fire Soul was awakening into a new Fire Soul of its own.
If she could swallow a second, especially given the amount of energy it was radiating off right now, she might be able to cross from the First Silver Resonance to the Ninth in a single bound.
If not… she had to know what happened to her Fire Soul fragment and what was causing all of this.
Her eyes sharpened, though, when she sensed Dorian and the others. Why were they here?
No, it didn’t seem like that. They were retreating and quite flustered at that.
This should be the Thistles group, so where was Theron?
Somehow, both Dorian and she got the same idea at the same time. But…
The Fire Mana in the air was thick, and she had a group of Firewings with her right now. There was only one logical decision to make.
She unsheathed her sword, her hair fluttering with sparks of Fire Mana as her intent bloomed.
She charged without hesitation. Regardless of what was going on here, securing the region was the most important.
Since they had the advantage in environment and landscape, how could they not?
Theron wasn’t having that great a time despite the fact his plans were going well. With the eruptions happening so continuously, plus the rampage of the beast, he was doing everything in his power to both remain hidden and unharmed.
Unfortunately, he wasn’t a Lava Mancer so he couldn’t just bend the molten walls out of the way. He had to crawl through them back the way he came.
He thought about trying to follow after the Lava Imbued Beast as it left the region, but there was no way he could take that sort of risk. Plus, the beast closed up the tunnels after it, and that would likely put Theron in even more danger.
Theron stopped, bracing his body and pooling more Mana into his protective covering.
A concentrated burst of steaming waters shot over him and he used the momentum to jet forward, clenching his jaw hard.
Luckily, the density of his Mana was simply off the charts—not just in terms of actual weight, but the sheer amount of it he had.
A normal Ninth Resonance Bronze Mancer like himself would have run out of Mana after the first wave and had no choice but to sit here and die.
But this was already the fourth time it had happened and Theron had yet to use up even a third of his Mana.
That said… if things continued , he might not have enough Mana left to do what needed to be done once he reached the top.
’The environment will definitely be a problem. The Firewings will have a huge advantage.’
Theron already knew this… but he took this path anyway.
There was no going back now.
’It should have just reached the surface… perfect.’
Ironvale stood on a mountain peak, calmly looking at things from above. There was a chilling indifference to the scene before him.
Fires erupted with such fervor that even from the several kilometers away he was, the walls of heat still blasted against his face, making his blade sing and his hair dance back.
Then he watched the beast unearth itself, plumes of fire and a roar that could separate the clouds coming from its maw.
Something big was happening, but should he even go?
All of his enemies were down there and it only seemed natural to take the step. But…
Ironvale’s head suddenly tilted to the side as he received a message.
’Oh… I guess there’s no choice, then
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He raised his hand calmly, his blade suddenly falling to silence and then calmly landing in his palm.
Ironvale arched his blade back and then…
It shot out like a cannon from his hand.
Bending his knees, his indifferent expression suddenly became one of unprecedented focus and almost… madness.
He launched himself forward, the tips of his toes landing on the soaring blade. In what felt like the blink of an eye, he crossed the several kilometers that separated himself and the battlefield.
Once more raising his hand, his sword flickered, landing in his palm as he plummeted down from above.
His knees bent slightly as the ground quaked, waves of earth rising out in all directions.
Ignoring all the chaos, Ironvale moved, heading right for Dorian as though he couldn’t sense the Lava Imbued Beast lock onto him at all.
Dorian’s expression changed, not having expected such an entrance. Even worse than that, since when could Ironvale fly? That changed everything—.
Ironvale flicked his blade to his back, blocking a dagger thrown from an unknown young woman of the Firewings.
Even if they were at each other’s throats before, the moment he appeared, they would surely turn their attention to him. It was only natural, he was the only Ninth Silver Resonance Mancer here.
But did schemes matter when you were strong? There was not a single thing here worth his time other than the beast behind him. But it was too stupid to even touch a single hair on his head.
Ironvale brandished his blade, calmly exhaling a breath as white-gold began to envelop him.
He would show them what a High-Tier Silver Resonance Technique taken to Adept Mastery looked like.
All of a sudden, the heavy concentration of Fire Mana in the air was stripped out of the control of the Firewings.