A Journey That Changed The World

Chapter 535 Battle Witches Go South

While they did that, Scarlett, the hyper one of the three, spoke. ”Cousin. Do you think Archer is okay?”

Amaryllis nodded with a smile. ”I’m sure we’ll find that cheeky dragon. I want to fight him again, but Ophie will tell us off.”

”Yeah, she will. Have you seen the way she looks at him? Seeing someone so serious as her has a crush is adorable.” Scarlett commented as they exited the college.

The blonde witch giggled before turning to Valencia, who had a neutral look on her face and asked. ”What’s your opinion on this rescue mission, Val?”

The close combat witch shifted her violet gaze toward Amaryllis and responded with a measured and composed tone. “Rescuing a dragon who constantly finds trouble is a futile endeavor. He’s powerful enough to avoid danger, yet he still manages to entangle himself in it.”

Amaryllis started laughing before Scarlett commented with a big smile. ”Val, you need to relax. If we rescue him, he will owe us a favor each.”

When the two witches heard this, their eyes narrowed, causing Scarlett to yelp as Amaryllis spoke. ”Scarlett, what are you planning, you devious woman?”

Valencia looked at the pink-haired woman with judging eyes, causing Scarlett to snap back as they walked. ”You two need to leave me alone! Nonna told you to stop teasing me!”

Her reaction caused Amaryllis to giggle, and Valencia had a small smile. It was one of the rare times she did.

She enjoyed teasing her little sister even though their Nonna told them not to and would scold them when Scarlett ran to her.

The three stopped near a fountain, and Amaryllis spoke. ”Get ready to fly. We need to rush south.”

Valencia and Scarlett nodded before they started chanting something. A violet glow washed over the three.

This allowed them to fly, and they soon took off. As the three witches took to the skies with their witch magic slicing through the crisp air, they left the college grounds behind.

The wind whistled past them as they soared south above the snowy landscapes. Beneath them, the world transformed into a winter wonderland.

Endless snowy fields stretched like a vast white canvas, interrupted only by the occasional cluster of snow-covered towns and cities.

Scarlett marveled at the frozen lakes and ponds, their surfaces shimmering like mirrors beneath the winter sun.

She looked at the blonde witch with a smile and commented. ”It’s a shame we don’t get snow on Aetheria. It’s always so hot.”

Amaryllis smiled and nodded as they flew over the snowy grasslands, gradually changing into snow-covered forests.

The landscape below transformed beneath them, changing from the familiar sights of the Crownlands to the distinct features of the southern part of the empire.

Amaryllis, Scarlett, and Valencia peered to the west as they approached their destination. In the distance, a massive jungle emerged that stretched far into the distance.

They flew toward it and saw grasslands surrounding the jungle between it and the sea. They descended to the snowy ground.

When they touched the ground, their senses kicked in, and suddenly, a horde of Shadowfang Wolves charged out of the jungle.

Valencia shifted her gaze to Amaryllis and Scarlett, who were preparing formidable spells, and declared, “Cousin, Sister, I crave to face them alone.”

The two witches regarded her with narrowed eyes, prompting Amaryllis to question, “Training?”

She nodded before explaining. “Indeed. I’ve acquired new spells from Nonna, and I yearn to test their potency in battle.”

Before Amaryllis could respond, Scarlett interjected excitedly, “Val, we shall watch your back.”

A nod from the black-haired woman signaled her acceptance as she advanced toward the oncoming horde of wolf-like beasts.

Valencia’s eyes blazed as she sprinted towards the oncoming horde of Shadowfang Wolves. The frigid air whipped around her, but her focus remained unwavering.

With a swift motion, she cast a spell that embued Hex poison magic into her fists. As she closed the distance, the first wave of Wolves lunged at her.

Valencia’s reflexes kicked in, and she deftly sidestepped the attacks, her movements a mesmerizing dance.

The wolve’s claws swiped through the air, but Valencia evaded each attack with a grin on her pretty face.

With a sudden burst of speed, she launched herself into the midst of the pack, fists infused with the toxic mana of her witch magic.

Her strikes pummeled the wolves with vicious blows. The poison seeped into their fur, causing them to writhe in pain with every contact.

She twirled, ducked, and weaved through the relentless onslaught. Each movement was flawless.

The wolves, confused and disoriented by the poisonous onslaught, struggled to keep up with her elusive form.

With the battle raging on, Valencia’s fists became a blur of motion, delivering devastating blows that left the wolves incapacitated in her wake.

The air crackled with the residual energy of her poison magic, creating an otherworldly ambiance around the fierce witch.

She danced through the chaos with unparalleled agility, her every step a calculated move. As she circled them, a deadly rhythm emerged.

Each impact of her fists sent a shockwave through the air, crashing the wolves to the snowy ground.

Her focus remained unbroken, and a triumphant glint sparkled in her violet eyes as she skillfully overwhelmed the beasts. .𝘤𝘰

The once menacing horde now lay defeated, their howls of aggression replaced by pained whimpers.

Valencia stood amidst the defeated pack, her breath visible in the cold air. The intense battle had showcased her combat prowess and the deadly efficiency of her magic.

With a composed demeanor, she turned and rejoined Amaryllis and Scarlett, who were watching her with wide eyes,

Amaryllis shook her head and asked with a keen voice. ”Was that poison fists, Val? Nonna finally gave it to you?”

The woman in question nodded. ”Yes. She said I did well when I trained with Auntie Freesia, and the reward was the spell.”

When the other two heard this, they smiled and congratulated her until Scarlett commented with a chuckle. ”I wonder how Willow will take the news. I’m sure she’ll be upset.”

Amaryllis giggled when Valencia went quiet and spoke reluctantly. ”She got Poison Mist. Which is the one I originally wanted, but Nonna and Freesia said Poison Fist is more suited for me.”

“Well, that spell suits you perfectly. The wolves didn’t stand a chance. I’m eager to witness how the dragons will react to it,” Scarlett remarked, a broad smile adorning her face.

After speaking, the trio entered the jungle, searching for Archer and the missing girls. The foliage grew thicker, and the sounds of wildlife surrounded them.

Amaryllis felt the air became heavy with humidity, and the shadows of the towering trees painted patterns on the forest floor.

For a while, the search yielded no signs of the missing individuals. They exchanged glances, a hint of concern crossing their features.

Valencia, however, remained focused, her violet eyes scanning the surroundings. Just when the uncertainty started to settle in, Valencia halted abruptly.

Her sharp gaze fixed on the ground, and she crouched to examine the earth beneath the thick vegetation.

“What is it?” Amaryllis inquired, her curiosity piqued.

Valencia pointed to the ground, where she had discovered two distinct pairs of footprints. “Look here. It seems we’re not alone. There are recent tracks. We might be on the right path.”

Amaryllis grinned. “Excellent. Let’s hope we locate them swiftly. I’d rather not linger here any longer.”

The trio continued deeper into the jungle, the dense foliage closing around them. Despite their keen senses, the search proved elusive, and frustration hung in the air.

As they pressed forward, Valencia, walking at the rear, felt a subtle shift in the atmosphere as they heard a flapping sound coming from far away.

She turned her gaze to the east, her instincts tingling. Through the thick canopy, she glimpsed two imposing silhouettes gliding toward them.

“Stop,” she commanded, her voice slicing through the ambient sounds of the jungle.

The other two stopped walking, turning their attention to Valencia. Her expression shifted to seriousness as she pointed eastward.

They followed her gaze, and her eyes widened as the dragons approached. She raised her hand, signaling them to hold their ground.

Amaryllis’s voice took on a commanding tone, “Hold your magic. Do not attack until I say so.”

The approaching figures became clearer, and the glint of silver scales caught the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves.

Tension in the air eased as Amaryllis recognized the unmistakable form of two rare silver dragons, their wings slicing through the air.

They knew the dragons had already spotted them and headed toward them. However, she understood that not all dragons were involved in the ongoing war with the witches.

As the dragons drew nearer, they gracefully descended, and one of them skillfully swept its tail, clearing a path through the trees to create a landing space.

[If there are any mistakes, point them out, and I’ll edit it. Thanks]

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