Chapter 719 Finding The Death Witch
[Aeris's POV]
Aeris, she reached Archer; he was already on the ground groaning. She had more pressing matters after sensing the creatures closing in on them as she prepared a spell to protect the two of them.Visit for the best novel reading experience
She looked around to spot all kinds of zombies, from humans to demi-humans, which baffled her as some of the races were natives of Pluoria. Aeris continued to scan the area and was about to transform a wave of greenish mana that washed from behind the undead horde.
When it hit her, she couldn't transform, as something had messed with her mana. Aeris started panicking, but something appeared as she waited to fight, instantly causing her to fire her Dark Magic Blast.
'I couldn't sense them until the last moment! How strong are they,' she thought to herself.
The newcomer laughed before batting it away, causing the spell to slam into nearby trees. A powerful aura washed over her, and Aeris felt helpless when it hit her, but just as dread started to set in, she heard an amused voice. ''A Dark Wraith and a dragon in my forest?''
Aeris narrowed her gaze as her head spun around but saw nothing. Then suddenly, a blonde woman appeared beside them. As Aeris fixed her gaze on the newcomer, she noticed the stranger's blood-red eyes glowing and pointed ears similar to Archer's.
The woman appeared slender and athletic, her hair tied back into a ponytail, 'She's beautiful, but there's something evil about her,' Aeris thought as a shiver ran down her spine.
Despite her appearance, she had an undeniable airâa subtle essence of death and darknessâthat resonated with her magic. Aeris looked at the woman and pleaded, ''Can you please deal with these creatures? Archer is dying and needs help!''
The blonde woman grinned before waving her hand at the approaching undead, who all dropped to the ground with a thud. Her death magic washed over them like a dark tidal wave, engulfing the approaching undead with eerie efficiency.
After that, the stranger turned back to Aeris with a serious look and said, ''Now who are you and why are you...''
The stranger spotted Archer and his rare features, causing her eyes to widen in shock, and when Aeris saw this, she became worried but was asked, ''Is that the white dragon I've been hearing about by chance, girl?''
She nodded before pleading, ''Yes, but he's dying from a poison called Dragon's Kiss. His goddess Tiamat told him to find you, claiming you can cure him for a price.''
When the woman heard this, she beamed, ''Yes, yes. I can heal him, but it will cost him dearly,'' she watched the woman stare at him and cast an unknown spell. ''Now, let's return to my home so I can start the process.''
Aeris agreed and quickly picked Archer up. When the woman saw this, she smiled before taking hold of him and sending a mana pulse through his body, informing her of his current condition.
As the woman shifted her red eyes toward Aeris, she said, "The poison is eating away at his organs." She watched intently as their savior cast a spell on Archer that spread out all over him. "We must remove it before it reaches his heart."
''Oh shut up, little Wraith. All dragons are greedy.'' Lucrezia smiled. ''But the white and gold ones are extremely greedy and will always take care of his treasures, including his women. So there's no need to worry, little Wraith.''
Aeris sighed before replying, ''Okay, heal him now. If you remember, he is suffering.''
Lucrezia agreed with a chuckle as she walked over to Archer and started stripping him, causing Aeris to become bright red. The blonde woman teased her as she removed his pants, ''Oh wow. His manhood is very impressive, especially his age. Has he claimed you yet?''
When hearing this, she flushed red but managed to shake her head. Lucrezia began laughing before touching his chest and sending her mana into him. Archer started groaning, but she heard Lucrezia whisper to him in an unknown language, which caused him to calm down.
As she watched, her heart pounded with fear and anticipation while the blonde woman stood over Archer's prone form, her slender fingers dancing through the air in intricate patterns.
Dark energy crackled around her, twisting and pulsating with an ominous glow. At first, Aeris couldn't discern what the woman was doing. The magic she wielded seemed ancient and forbidden, swirling around Archer like a tempest of shadows.
Then, Aeris noticed a swirling mass of darkness, like a thick, tar-
like substance, oozing from his body. She gasped, her eyes widening in horror as she realized the true nature of the dark matter.
It had its own aura, just like sapient beings, but it was a cruel energy radiating malice that sent shivers down her spine. Whatever this was, it was not of this world, and it sought to consume Archer from within.
Archer's screams of agony pierced the air, echoing through the mansion as Lucrezia's magic worked. His body contorted in pain, muscles tensing and spasming uncontrollably as the dark matter fought to maintain its hold.
She felt helpless, torn between wanting to rush to his side and fearing the dark magic that enveloped him. She could only stand and watch, her breath catching in her throat with each tortured cry that escaped Archer's lips.
Lucrezia's expression was one of intense focus. Her crimson eyes glowed as she battled against the dark forces within him. Sweat beaded her brow, and her hands trembled ever so slightly with the strain of her magic.
With a final surge of power, the blonde woman unleashed a blinding light, forcing the dark matter to retreat. She shielded her eyes from the brightness, squinting through the glow to see Archer lying still on the ground, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
The echoes of Archer's screams fade. Aeris rushed to his side, her hands trembling as she checked his pulse, relieved to find it steady beneath her touch. But as she looked up at Lucrezia, she couldn't shake the unease lingering in the air.
What had she just witnessed? And what price had Archer paid to rid himself of the darkness that had threatened to consume him? As if sensing her thoughts, Lucrezia met her gaze, a knowing smile playing at the corners of her lips.
"Dark magic is a double-edged sword, little Wraith," she murmured, her voice carrying a weight of centuries-old wisdom. "But sometimes, it's the only weapon we have against the shadows that lurk within."
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