Chapter 100 Chapter 53: Winter's Heart (4)
Hot air, with fiery light, rushed out from my back as I shot up instantly in the air. I heard Shailyn's yell from below as I steadied my inertia using another steam releaser, which was now releasing hot, fiery smoke.
f before I could endure the flame after seven or eight-minute, I don't think I can endure this after only a couple of minutes, and my heavily fire-resistant body.
"I'm alright," I called, coming down a little. "Take care of Yeriel, now leave."
After finished saying that, I shot again. Seriously, the speed was disastrous. It might be able to challenge a decent enough Knight with the Dominion of Gravity. However, I didn't need the speed at the moment, but the stealth in which it failed miserably. I just hope with all the chaos the saint beast was busy causing it won't have time to notice me.
I moved through the trees and covered half a kilometre, where they would supposedly be in a few moments. Clinging onto a tree, I waited for them to arrive.
Even though the reindeer was huge with over a metre long twisted antlers on top of its head, it was fast. Penron was barely keeping up, carrying another one. The snowstorm was restricting his speed. It hasn’t been more than a couple of minutes, but he looked exhausted as hell.
Gales of wind rose, surrounding the region, as I flew from one tree to another, trying to stay away from the beast. I think this was the most efficient way. The suit won’t heat, and I won’t be pulling much from the fire spirit stone.
“Lord Penron,” I called, sneaking from tree to tree. He hadn’t heard me on the first try, so I called again.
Penron turned around, and I was glowing like a living low-budget firework, so he didn't have much problem finding me. I just hope, I didn't end up like how a firework does.
“Lad, is that you?” the elderly knight said, from about a couple dozen metres away.
“Give me Ilias,” I said, shooting up where he could see me clearly. “I’ll take him to safety.”
The elderly knight didn’t ponder to agree with my offer. “Here, I will toss him in the air, catch him,” he said, flying further from the beast. “God, I’m not missing my younger days.”
Then he tossed Illias’s body in the air and then pushed with his dominion, tossing him further up. Penron didn’t stay there, but rushed at the Saint beast, so that it won’t notice the exchange here, or would go for the easier target. Well, the Saint beast has better intelligence than that, but this one was enraged, so it worked, for better or worse.
I ran the suit and shot up in the air to catch the knight. Ilias was unconscious, which made my job easier for now, but I would’ve hoped this guy could still be in a workable position.
Screw it.
I flew away from there, leaving the elderly man with the enraged beast. I found Shailyn only about a few dozen metres away from where I left her. She was moving slowly, carrying Yeriel. I landed a few metres before her, dropping the body.
“Oh Ishar,’ Shailyn said and ran towards me.
I put down the knight and rubbed my forehead. All this flying and using energy non-stop for so long made my head hurt, but it was not nearly enough. Well, most of the good people were safe except the elderly knight, for now.
I wanted to keep it that way, though if this beast didn't stop rampaging, then perhaps not just a dozen lives wouldn't be at stake, but thousands.
“A couple of helping hands here would be nice,” I muttered, panting.
Abruptly, I spun, drawing the punisher.
“You asked for help? Here I am with that exact number.”
A tall figure dropped before us with much more grace than me, though that was not his best landing.
“If I knew, I would ask for more hands,” I said in a relaxed tone, recognising the figure.
“Jon,” Shailyn called, “where’s Noyar?”
The tall knight, Jon Al’born II, looked at the two of us carefully and the two patients. His face was already weary, but it became even more troubling, finding the wrongness in the situation. “She’s with the hostages,” he said. “The situation there is terrible.”
“More than here?” I asked.
Jon turned towards me. “Lives at risk on both sides,” he yapped, “the stupidest thing I could do is compare which one is more terrible.”
“I understand,” I said, not minding. Jon was an uptight man, he had his reasons to be exasperated.
“How are the hostages?” Shailyn asked.
“Two dead,” he said, trying hard not to sound pained, “but we controlled the situation the best we could.”
Shailyn nodded and turned towards me. “Listen, Oscar, those kids and warders. They would need you there,” she said. “Rojar Iker, he said, he inflicted everyone there with his afflictions. They will need your help.”
“Damn,” I cursed. Only a rampaging saint beast was not enough.
If what Shailyn said was right, I need to go there. Yes, life was at risk here, but more will die there, while I’m not sure if I can do anything to the reindeer.
“I would go, but I don’t know the way,” I said and turned towards Jon, who looked at us confusingly. I guessed Noyar said nothing about my special ability, or he forgot with everything going on.
“Emberhearts has the ability to purge dark afflictions.”
That seemed reasonable enough for Jon. “I’ll take you with me,” he agreed.
“I can go on my own,” I said, “but can you take the others with you? With the beast rampaging, anywhere in the mountain wouldn't be safe, but the farther from here, the better it would be for everyone."
“I can only take two with me,” Jon said.
“That settles it, then.”
“Wait, are you going to leave Lord Penron here with the enraged saint beast?” Shailyn said.
“What?” Jon asked, but didn't wait for the answer. He rose in the air to check. He went further toward the source of the disturbance to look.
I looked at Shailyn, raising an eyebrow.
“Lord Penron is Jon’s mentor,” she said. “No, more than that. He’s like a grandfather to him.”
I let out a helpless breath after hearing that. Ruffling my hair, I waited.
Shailyn came next to me with Yeriel on her back. She put my right palm in her arm as we waited.
“He’s going to come back, right?” I couldn’t help but ask after half a minute had passed.
“He will,” Shailyn said, though her voice seemed hopeful.
After a few moments, Jon came back with a rigid face. “Come on, we need to hurry,” he said and pulled Ilias on his back.
I stared at the fellow blankly.
“I said, hurry,” Jon said again. "Sir will need my help soon."
I nodded as Shailyn handed me Yeriel. I wrapped her against my chest—on my back would be better, but with the prominent steam releaser there, it was not possible.
Meanwhile, Jon pulled Shailyn by one arm as he rose.
I followed suit immediately, leaving the chaos behind us, for the moment.
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