Chapter 493 - 492: Fear

Chapter 493: Chapter 492: Fear

At the critical moment, Seraphina Sinclair’s fingers subconsciously tore the Heavenly Fire Runes.

Like a meteor shower, countless fireballs suddenly materialized behind Seraphina Sinclair before hurtling toward the Drake’s gaping maw in sync with her movements.

This was Seraphina Sinclair’s final gambit.

’If the flames can’t disperse the poison mist, then what about sending them directly into the source?’

’The Drake’s scales are thick, capable of defending against any blade, axe, or flame. But what about the inside?’

Seraphina Sinclair gritted her teeth and charged forward with a surge of grim determination!

The Drake was utterly enraged. Its prior grievances were already enough, but now these fireballs had infuriated it further!

’Of course, it knew what this human was planning. Trying to stop it from spewing its poison mist?’

’Even if it meant swallowing these flames, it would still spew this poison mist and kill this human.’

The instant Seraphina Sinclair was about to reach it, the Drake unleashed the poison mist it had been gathering, blasting it right at her.

The moment she inhaled, a searing pain shot through Seraphina Sinclair’s lungs.

Silentrain’s pupils contracted as she watched the scene unfold.

’She didn’t care if Seraphina Sinclair lived or died. The problem was, their only hope of getting out of here alive rested entirely on Seraphina.’

’If Seraphina died, how would she ever survive?’

Silentrain was, by nature, an optimist.

At such a critical moment, after getting her priorities straight, she was still in the mood to pick out a way to die for herself.

But Seraphina Sinclair hadn’t become the server’s number one for nothing.

Even as the pain in her lungs sent waves of blackness across her vision, Seraphina Sinclair’s rhythm remained unbroken.

She stuck to the plan, braving the poison mist, and as she faced the Drake, she unleashed her second Broken Abyss of the day!

The Blade tore through the poison mist like a silver fish cleaving through inky waves, shooting straight for the Drake!

Time seemed to slow to a crawl.

That ever-nearing glint of cold light reflected in the Drake’s vertical pupils.

It instinctively tried to retreat, but with Silentrain and the Long-handled Axe still latched onto its hind leg, every movement sent a jolt of pain through it as if from a branding iron. It could only watch, helpless, as the tiny human passed through the poison mist it took such pride in, wielding a blade that sent a primal tremor of fear through its body, and aimed straight for its throat.

Fear.

This was only the second time in the Drake’s long life that it had felt such an emotion.

The first time was when it had just crawled out of its egg, facing its clutchmates in the nest, each several times its size. This time, it was facing a B-level human.

’But she’s just a B-level human!’

The Drake let out a roar mingling anger and fear, its head snapping back as it tried to create distance.

But the blade was faster, slicing precisely into the soft scales where the Drake’s jaw met its neck. It was a weak point every Drake possessed—the one spot left unprotected when they lowered their heads to drink.

Dark-green blood surged out like a fountain, drenching Seraphina Sinclair.

The corrosive blood splashed onto her skin, raising a constellation of searingly painful blisters. Her skin burned away rapidly, and in moments, Seraphina Sinclair was barely recognizable as human.

Yet her hand kept moving. She swung again, striking the same spot where Broken Abyss had landed.

The Blade Aura clinging to the edge of the Moon-Tracking Blade surged like countless fine needles, spreading through the Drake’s blood vessels and muscle fibers, churning its throat, windpipe, and esophagus into a pulp.

The Drake’s body went rigid.

Its massive, fang-filled maw remained wide open. It tried to roar, but with its windpipe severed, all that escaped its ruined throat was a rattling, airy hiss.

Its massive body began to sway, its forelimbs gouging four deep grooves into the Stone Tablet floor as it tried to prop up its collapsing frame.

But the wound was too deep. So deep that the dark-green blood was no longer gushing, but pouring down like a waterfall, forming a toxic pool at Seraphina Sinclair’s feet that steamed with white smoke.

The light began to fade from the Drake’s vertical pupils.

It took one last look at the human who had killed it. Reflected in its pupils was a figure soaked through with dark-green blood.

’At this moment, it finally understood. The human before it was a complete lunatic.’

’It was dying. But could this lunatic possibly survive?’

Its massive body finally lost its last ounce of strength and toppled toward Seraphina Sinclair.

Seraphina Sinclair didn’t dodge. She no longer had the strength.

The Drake’s jaw slammed into her shoulder. The force was like being struck by a small mountain.

She heard a sharp CRACK from her left shoulder, and then her entire arm went numb. The force drove her to her knees. They slammed against the Stone Tablet floor, sending another bolt of excruciating pain through her.

But none of that pain could compare to the agony in her lungs.

Every breath felt like someone was pouring sulfuric acid down her windpipe, the burn searing its way from her throat to her chest.

Seraphina Sinclair gave a weak cough. She didn’t spit up phlegm, but a froth of dark-green blood. It splattered onto the Drake’s scales and mixed with the blood already covering her, making it impossible to distinguish the Drake’s from her own.

She lay on the cold floor, her vision obscured by the Drake’s enormous body. She couldn’t see a thing.

Seraphina Sinclair hadn’t lost consciousness, but she’d lost all sense of time.

She didn’t know how much time had passed or what was happening. She only felt her body growing colder and colder, while the pain slowly began to fade.

Seraphina Sinclair closed her eyes, thinking this was where she would die. Just then, a pair of hands gripped the Drake’s jaw.

The backs of those hands were covered in blisters from the corrosive green blood, and the skin on the webbing between thumb and forefinger had been worn raw by an axe handle.

Yet now, those ten fingers dug into the edges of the scales, knuckles white. Blue veins bulged from the backs of the hands, running all the way up the forearms.

Silentrain braced her feet against the Drake’s neck and leaned back, her body taut like a fully drawn bow. She gritted her teeth, her jaw muscles bulging into hard lines, and a low grunt escaped her throat.

The Drake’s corpse didn’t budge.

"Get... up!"

She squeezed the words out through her teeth, her voice so hoarse it was nearly inaudible.

She put all her strength into her back, and the Drake’s jaw lifted less than an inch. Another gush of dark-green blood flowed from the wound, pouring over her fingers and burning them with a SIZZLE.

She didn’t let go.

Inch by inch, she pried the massive neck off of Seraphina Sinclair.

With every inch, her arms trembled, her elbow joints letting out a sickening creak.

Her face flushed crimson, the veins on her temples throbbing violently, looking like two worms squirming beneath her skin.

Seraphina Sinclair felt the weight on her shoulder begin to lift.

The crushing pressure, along with the pain racking her body, began to recede, bit by bit.

It was as if a small hole had been punched in the bottom of a water-filled container, and all her agony was flowing out with the liquid.

Bracing a foot on the Drake’s jawbone, Silentrain kicked its head aside.