Chapter 490 - 489: Worldview Refreshing

Chapter 490: Chapter 489: Worldview Refreshing

Seraphina Sinclair looked at her, her face expressionless.

Silentrain’s expression went from confused to shocked, then morphed into a look that plainly asked, ’Are you kidding me?’

"...So it wasn’t that you weren’t reacting," Seraphina Sinclair pointed out calmly. "You’re only just processing it now?"

A faint blush crept up Silentrain’s cheeks, but she quickly suppressed it.

She slammed the handle of her axe into the ground, and the Stone Tablet resounded with a dull THUD.

"Of course I am! I’m still processing the fact that you have an S-Class Weapon," she said, her voice strained. "Then you suddenly tell me to go take a faceful of poison mist. How could I not be shocked?"

"The plan is to get it to spray the poison mist toward you, not for you to take it with your face."

Seraphina Sinclair corrected.

"Is there a difference?" Silentrain glared at her. "If it’s spraying toward me, I’m still going to take it to the face, aren’t I?"

Seraphina Sinclair was silent for a moment. ’She has a point.’ After a moment’s thought, she took out several talismans and stuffed them into Silentrain’s hand.

Silentrain looked at the talismans. Just like the long blade, they had appeared out of nowhere. It finally clicked.

"You have a spatial storage item."

Her tone was matter-of-fact, but her voice was tinged with the daze of someone whose worldview had just been upended.

Seraphina Sinclair didn’t deny it, but she didn’t continue the topic. "These are C-level Talismans," she said. "One might not be enough, so use several. Your safety is paramount—I’ll have plenty of use for you later."

’C-level Talismans... use several of them...’

Silentrain remembered the heartache she couldn’t hide when she’d used her own C-level Defense Talisman earlier. In comparison, the way Seraphina Sinclair casually handed over several at once made it seem like she was handing out worthless scrap paper.

She looked down at the talismans in her hand. They were indeed all C-level, and they looked even more potent than her own.

"...Just how many of these do you have?" Silentrain couldn’t help but ask.

"Enough."

Silentrain felt that if she pressed the issue, she might have a nervous breakdown. Instead, she stuffed the talismans into her tunic and took a deep breath.

"Fine. I’ll tank. What’s the plan?"

Seraphina Sinclair’s gaze went past Silentrain’s shoulder, landing on the prostrate Greenscale Drake in the distance. The behemoth was still asleep, its chest rising and falling in a slow, heavy rhythm. Each exhalation sent two plumes of gray-green mist puffing from its nostrils.

"Its scales are thick. A frontal assault isn’t impossible, but it’s too slow," Seraphina Sinclair said, her voice hushed. "I need you to make it turn around."

"Turn around?"

"It’s lying on its right side with its left hind leg tucked underneath. The third scale on its left hind limb has a crack in it. That’s its weakest point," Seraphina Sinclair explained, pausing for a moment. "But I can’t get to it while it’s lying on it."

Silentrain followed her gaze toward the Drake’s left flank.

The creature’s curled posture was indeed seamless, its thick hind legs tucked under its body as if it were deliberately hiding its weakness in the most inaccessible spot.

’But... how in the world does she know something like that?!’

...

Silentrain glanced at the two Sunflowers placed side-by-side.

’They were side-by-side, but was she truly standing side-by-side with the woman before her?’

A sudden realization struck Silentrain: Serafelle Sinclair had always been steps ahead of her. She, on the other hand, had been completely oblivious, thinking she was the one in the lead, leaving Serafelle Sinclair in her dust.

All her pride, much like that C-level Defense Talisman she had used, was utterly misplaced.

After twenty minutes, the pale golden barrier shattered into tiny motes of light and slowly dissipated into the air.

Serafelle Sinclair’s Sunflower swiveled its head slightly, as if surveying its surroundings, before turning to face the Drake.

"Your Sunflower..." Silentrain began, then trailed off.

"Hm?"

"It looks like it’s waiting for the show to start."

Seraphina Sinclair glanced back.

The Sunflower’s head was indeed tilted toward the Drake, its petals trembling faintly as if in anticipation of something.

Seraphina Sinclair didn’t have to guess. The voice was already echoing in her mind: ’So big... Must be tasty... Why isn’t the little human hitting it yet...’

Seraphina Sinclair: "..."

She looked away and finished explaining the key points of the plan. "Pay it no mind," she said. "It’s just curious."

Silentrain opened her mouth, then swallowed the words she was about to say.

’A spatial item, an S-Class Weapon, stacks and stacks of C-level Talismans, and a battle plan against an A-level Drake that she executes with unnerving familiarity...’

’Just who is this woman?’

’Is there really someone like her in our Zone?’

Silentrain didn’t ask. She had already gone from "I’ll handle the front lines, you just hide" to "Tell me what to hit, and I’ll hit it."

This transformation had taken all of about fifteen minutes.

"Alright," Silentrain said, gripping her axe handle so tightly her knuckles turned white. "Any more talk and we’ll be wasting the talismans. Let’s go."

Seraphina Sinclair didn’t answer. Instead, her figure melted silently into the shadows along the edge of the passage.

’Basic Concealment was a low-level skill, but with someone drawing aggro from the front, it was more than enough.’

Silentrain watched the spot where she had vanished, the corner of her eye twitching.

’A full-grown person, gone just like that.’

Silentrain knew the other woman hadn’t turned invisible or teleported; she had simply walked into the shadows.

And yet, in that one instant, Serafelle Sinclair’s gait, her breathing, even her very presence had been suppressed to the absolute minimum—so low that even though Silentrain knew she was there, her gaze would involuntarily slide right past her.

Silentrain took a deep breath, shoved all the chaotic thoughts from her mind, and strode toward the Drake.

Her footsteps echoed in the empty passage, carrying an undisguised arrogance.

The behemoth was still fast asleep.

Its breathing was as heavy as a blacksmith’s bellows. As its chest rose and fell, the edges of its dark green scales parted and closed in a slow rhythm.

Silentrain tightened her grip on her axe, took a deep breath, and charged the Drake, dragging the head of her Long-handled Axe along the floor!

An ear-splitting shriek of scraping metal exploded through the passage, sending sparks flying from the cracks between the Stone Tablets.

The Greenscale Drake’s eyelid twitched violently, as if it were about to wake.

Silentrain’s heart skipped a beat, but she didn’t stop.

She even stomped harder, lifting her Long-handled Axe off the ground only to slam it down again. The dull THUD echoed back and forth in the narrow passage, building into a deafening, teeth-grinding roar.

Once in range, Silentrain abruptly halted, using her forward momentum to swing the Long-handled Axe in a massive arc and bring it crashing down on the Drake’s head!

The axe blade whistled sharply as it cut through the air.

There was no technique to the blow—it was a pure, brutal combination of Strength and Speed.

Silentrain knew full well that with her Attributes and her weapon’s grade, this strike might not even be enough to crack the Drake’s scales.

But she wasn’t aiming for damage. She wanted its rage—the Drake’s rage! As long as the Drake’s attention was on her, her mission would be a success!

’Slaying the Drake—that was Serafelle Sinclair’s job!’