nyslfriends Chapter 720 164.2 - The Attack
Chapter 720 164.2 - The Attack
Chapter 720 164.2 - The Attack
Irina exhaled slowly, her body steadying as she forced the chaos out of her mind. Smoke swirled around her, debris clattering to the floor, but her focus remained unshaken. She was an Emberheart, heir to one of the strongest families in the world. She had faced danger before-and survived.
This was no different.
Her hazel eyes sharpened as she pushed herself up, her stance steady. Astron was already in front of her, his daggers drawn in a reverse grip, their edges gleaming faintly even in the dim, smoke-filled gallery. His disguise had vanished, revealing his striking purple eyes, glowing faintly with mana. It was a startling contrast to his usual calm demeanor, his aura now charged with quiet intensity.
Irina tried to summon her own mana, reaching for the familiar flames that always answered her call. Nothing. Her connection to her core felt distant, suppressed. "They've laid out mana suppression fields," she murmured, her voice low and measured.
Astron glanced over his shoulder, nodding in acknowledgment. "Clever. Designed to weaken Awakened. They're trying to nullify your flames."
Irina's jaw tightened, her hazel eyes narrowing. 'Figures,' she thought bitterly. "They came prepared! She had faced suppression fields before, but this one was more sophisticated, more oppressive than most. It wasn't just limiting her mana-it felt like it was actively smothering her connection to it.
Astron's sharp gaze swept the room. "They're closing in. Twenty-five operatives, five elites. Fire-resistant armor. We're in their web."
Irina smirked faintly despite the situation. "You counted them already?"
He didn't reply, his focus already shifting to the approaching figures. The faint shimmer of cloaking devices in the haze made it clear that the operatives were professionals, moving in coordinated formations. Their presence exuded the calculated precision of hunters used to high-stakes missions.
Irina straightened, her fiery confidence returning despite the suppression fields. She might not have her flames, but she wasn't defenseless. Her eyes flicked to a shattered display case, where the fragments of a ceremonial dagger lay among the broken glass. With a quick, fluid motion, she grabbed the blade, testing its weight. Not ideal, but it would do.
Astron's voice broke through her thoughts, low and calm. "Can you fight without mana?"
Irina inhaled deeply, her chest rising and falling as she forced herself to steady her
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mind. Her pride-normally a cornerstone of her demeanor-was not what mattered now. If she allowed it to blind her, it would only hold her back. This was not the time for bravado or stubbornness; this was survival.
Her grip on the ceremonial dagger tightened as she met Astron's steady gaze. "No," she said simply, her voice firm and resolute. "I can't fight like this."
Astron nodded once, his purple eyes gleaming in the dim, smoke-filled gallery. His gaze held none of the condescension she might have feared before, only sharp focus and acknowledgment. "Good," he said, his voice low but decisive. "That makes this clear. My main objective is getting you out of here."
Irina stiffened slightly but forced herself to stay calm. "What about you?"
His expression didn't change. "I'll handle what I can, but don't try to play hero. Your job is to survive. No matter what happens, you stick to that."
Irina felt her jaw tighten, her pride bristling for a fleeting moment before she crushed it down. His words weren't meant to belittle her-they were logical, brutally so. The field suppressing her flames was crippling, and in her current state, she wasn't at full strength. Astron's abilities were far less reliant on mana, making him the better combatant in these conditions.
Her hazel eyes flickered with reluctant acceptance. "Fine. But if you think I'm just going to cower behind you-"
"I don't," he interrupted, his tone sharp but calm. "But your survival comes first. They're targeting you. Use that brain of yours and stay one step ahead. Let me do the
rest."
Irina hesitated, then nodded. "Alright," she said, her voice quieter but no less resolute. "I'll trust you."
"Good," Astron replied, already turning his attention back to the approaching operatives. His daggers glinted faintly in the low light, their edges sharp and poised for action. "Stay close."
And then in an instant, he took out something from his spatial bracelet.
FOOOSH!
It was a device.
on Irina. A cold clarity settled over him.
'They're targeting her,' he knew. 'All of them.'
Without hesitation, the shadows around him thickened, an unnatural darkness that
seemed to pulse in time with his intent. His figure melted into the haze, the faint outline of his body consumed by the deep black tendrils of [Shadowborne].
In an instant, he vanished.
The first operative to reach Irina lunged with a curved blade, aiming for her
unguarded side. Before the strike could connect, Astron emerged from the smoke, a
dagger in hand, its edge glinting ominously.
THUNK!
The blade found its mark, embedding deep into the attacker's throat. The operative's body fell lifelessly to the ground before his comrades could react.
Astron didn't linger. Using the momentum of his leap, he landed in front of Irina, his daggers spinning into reverse grips as he prepared to hold the line. His shadow-cloaked figure exuded an aura of menace, his glowing purple eyes cutting through the haze like twin beacons of death.
"Stay behind me," he ordered, his voice low but firm.
Irina hesitated, her pride warring with practicality, but the growing tide of enemies
left little room for argument. She nodded, adjusting her grip on the dagger and shifting into a defensive stance.
The operatives surged forward in unison, their weapons and spells creating a symphony of chaos. Arrows whistled through the air, crackling with suppression mana, while fireballs and bolts of icy energy illuminated the smoke in bursts of light.
Astron moved like a shadow come to life. He dodged an incoming arrow with a tilt of his head, his body twisting fluidly to evade a lunging blade. With a flick of his wrist, he
hurled two daggers into the fray.
BOOM!
The daggers detonated midair, releasing a burst of concussive force that threw several operatives off balance. Smoke and debris swirled chaotically, the shockwave disorienting the attackers and creating a momentary opening.
"Cover your ears!" Astron barked as he reached into his spatial bracelet.
FOOOSH!
He unleashed another device-a smokescreen, denser and infused with mana. It
rapidly engulfed the area, turning the already chaotic battlefield into a complete sensory void.
The operatives faltered, their vision obscured, but Astron moved with ease with Irina
on his shoulder.
"Hold your breath."
And then he ordered.