Frostfire Legacy

Chapter 232 Last Stand (1)

Aster's roar was powerful, and his display intimidating. However, Lorelai merely closed her eyes and sighed. "I see... too bad, then."

Her words acted like a signal, marking the start of the battle.

Of the sixteen members of Dragon's Roar, five were mages. Each used different elements, launching a complex mix of projectiles toward Aster. Some came directly from the front, while others swerved, following intricate paths before reaching him. Aster watched all of it, gritting his teeth.

"NAIVE!" he roared, swinging his blade. "ELEMENTAL SWORD—SPACE!"

Without holding back, he unleashed his most powerful attack. He slashed horizontally, aiming for the enemies before him. Though they were just brainwashed fools, Aster didn't hesitate to kill them. It was either his life or theirs. Showing mercy would only give the enemy an opening.

*CRACK!*

But then, his skill was interrupted midway. A crack appeared in the space itself before vanishing, as if nothing had happened.

"...!"

It was that same skill again—the one that had stopped Crysta's freezing wave! Aster felt a surge of worry, but he had no time to dwell on it. He leaped into action, dodging incoming projectiles while batting others away with his sword. It was a deadly dance, one wrong move and he would be finished.

After clearing the attacks, Aster prepared to launch another strike. However, something flickered in the corner of his eye.

*BANG!*

Bullets.

Half-panicked, Aster rolled forward, dodging attacks while closing in on the enemies. But he couldn't outrun bullets, especially ones from his blind spot.

"Ugh!"

Three shots hit him—his right thigh, his left shoulder, and his liver, all from behind. Each one was perfectly timed, as if predicting his every movement.

"AREA HEAL!"

But Aster wasn't alone. Despite her limited vision from the ice goggles, Cassy's senses were sharp. She could feel Aster's presence, his distance, and his need for healing. Even without seeing, she was able to cast a pinpoint heal, restoring Aster's injuries!

"Kaha! Did you think I'd let you heal?!"

Someone suddenly appeared in front of Aster, closing the distance in an instant. It was the red-haired man from the Aracelli Race—the one who had blocked Aster's attacks twice before.

Aster's eyes widened as he grabbed at his neck. Nothing was there—no one close enough to touch him, let alone strangle him!

'Another weird skill?!' he thought in panic.

As he was held in place, the others took advantage, launching another volley of spells and bullets. If Aster didn't act, he would meet his end!

'Flame Circle...!'

In a last-ditch effort, he called upon Pyra, creating a firewall around him, which exploded outward, catching everyone within its range.

"I told you, it's useless...!"

But once again, as soon as Lionel "touched" the flames, they disappeared, dissolving into small spheres of pure mana.

"...!"

Aster was freed from the invisible hand choking him. Seizing the chance, he retreated to put distance between them, catching his breath. The enemy had let go of his hold, giving Aster a crucial realization—'He can't use both skills at once!'

With that information, Aster's despair lessened slightly.

"Lionel, stop playing around! I want to get back to the surface already, you know?" Your journey continues on empire

A mysterious feminine voice echoed behind Aster. He whirled around, raising what was left of his sword in defense. It was an instinctive reaction—and the right one.

Behind him stood a girl with fluffy pink hair, her twin tails fluttering as she lunged at him with twin daggers that glinted menacingly.

*CLANG!* *CRACK!*

The force of her stab shattered the remains of Aster's sword! The pink-haired girl clicked her tongue in annoyance.

"Tsk! Don't bother blocking, you're going to die anyway!"

She thrust her dagger again, aiming for his chest. Aster had no sword left to defend himself, and the blade was inches away when—

*CRACKLE!* *BOOM!*

A bolt of white lightning suddenly struck, engulfing the pink-haired girl.