The Extra of The Lunerra

Chapter 407 - 40: Pathetic Revenge

Adrian’s attack... had left a crater where he was.

Mine... opened a huge rift that ran the length of the street. A rift that seemed to go up into the sky, heating everything it touched to thousands of degrees.

I moved slowly, toward the end of the street I had destroyed with my own hands.

I had already deactivated my ascension skills, keeping them on any longer after that attack... wouldn’t have been good for my body anyway.

And it already wasn’t.

The moment I stop using caora, I’ll collapse. Caora is the only reason I can walk like this, the only reason I can stand painlessly. Maybe I’ll even faint right away, who knows.

All I know is that the moment I release the caora, nothing good will happen.

I squinted, stopped, and then looked at the figure lying motionless on the ground. I had restrained myself a lot so that my attack wouldn’t kill him. I had distributed all the sharpness around instead of him, for example.

And... he had actually managed not to die.@@@@

He wasn’t much different from a dead man, though.

"How... pathetic."

Is this... what made Celine suffer so much...?

The one I could only overcome with so many... wounds?

He was supposed to push me harder.

Our fight was supposed to be more... fun.

It shouldn’t have ended so fast.

He shouldn’t have been so... weak.

Or... I, maybe, shouldn’t have been so strong.

"Haaah..."

His upper body was almost completely covered with burns and cuts. He tried to move, but... not quite successfully. His hair was ashes and his eyes seemed to have melted.

Only... caora kept him alive, and despite his melted eyes, he could see me thanks to the artificial ones that had replaced them.

I went to him, I bent down. I put my hand on his chest and then I used my blue flames in a way that kept most of my mana within me.

I began to heal him. His purple eyes were full of hatred as the pain slowly subsided. Yet I kept going, never stopping.

Finally, when I noticed his arm moving slightly, I stopped healing him and stood up, stepping back.

I narrowed my eyes.

"Get up, I know you can do it, you’re quite capable of healing yourself."

At first, he didn’t move much. But then he tried to roll over, stood up with the support of his hands... and looked at me with an expression of utter disbelief.

"Di..."

I tilted my head slightly to the side.

"Hmm? I don’t quite understand..."

"Die...!"

Daggers that I couldn’t see where they went after my swing suddenly appeared in his hands. He lunged at me as a green glow surrounded his body.

"Oh..."

"First, I will imprison your soul. You will spend months inside my inventory. In a dark place where nothing exists... where you can only think. At the end of those ’months’, a dungeon will open in Piarlin, a very important dungeon for Lunerra..."

I didn’t care much about talking about the future. No one was listening to me here... nor was it important for him to hear it anymore.

"There’s a volcano inside that dungeon. A rather tall one, covering a large area. They say the lava inside... burns the soul forever, not destroying it."

It was true, of course. I would never do something like that unless I was sure it was true. After all... it wouldn’t be ’eternal’ pain then.

"I’ll throw your soul into that volcano, I’ll stand by it for days... I’ll especially watch you as you burn for eternity. And I will leave you only on the day you can’t even let out a silent scream of pain."

I started to put all my remaining mana on paper.

Imprisoning a soul... was not easy. On the contrary, it was extremely difficult.

So... all the mana in my body suddenly started to drop at a tremendous speed. Less and less... less and less.

Finally... it wasn’t enough. And it was over.

But I didn’t stop.

I added a small amount of my own life to it, just like I did when I pulled Sith out of the stone he was trapped in.

The draining of my life energy was just like the first time. A sharp pain in my heart, a strange fatigue settling over me.

It wasn’t something I couldn’t bear, though. Especially considering the difference between me then and me now... it was nothing.

After a short time... his whole body began to shake violently. His eyes rolled up, his joints twisted in strange ways. Something transparent began to slowly emerge from his whole body into the atmosphere... but the chains from the rune on the paper suddenly grabbed it, tightened it... and kept compressing it.

When it was all over... all the light and the chains disappeared. The man’s soulless body became motionless, his skin color faded rapidly.

On the paper on his chest... there was now a piece of stone the size of a small candy bar.

I picked it up, examined it a little, but... it was not much different from a normal stone.

"I hope... you suffer a lot."

I sent the stone into my ring, and... even though it contained a conscious soul, I didn’t encounter any problems.

"Haaaah..."

I turned my face to the dark sky.

It was a strange... feeling.

Revenge, I mean.

Just like a few minutes ago, I imagined a much more... contentious fight, so I’m not sure what to think.

But... I’m not happy, not really.

I’m not sad.

I’m just...

Simply... I don’t feel anything.

"Whatever..."

I stretched a little, tried to fly, but then... I paused, realizing I had no mana.

"Ah..."

I still haven’t found Julian and Sue... I’ve wasted so much time. And I don’t know how much more caora I can use. I should be pretty close to my limit.

I’d better be... fast.