3177 Expendable Pawn (Part 1)
'Get in and help me, my friend.' Solus hated pretending to care about Vamir but as her life support system, he was vital to her plan.
She threw him in the safety of the Engine while she kept fighting with the combined prowess of the full Menadion Set.
'I will!' Vamir was moved by her kindness and willingness to sacrifice herself for him. 'Together we will break this tyrant's back.'
After dozens of mind fusions, the Librarian believed that the World Tree had taken him prisoner with a trap and tortured him for days until Solus had come to his rescue.
Due to his millennia of age and deep love for his wife, Ellila, Solus had failed to make him fall in love with her. Yet she had no need for that.
Vamir still remembered how awkward her first encounter with Solus had been. He was deeply ashamed for having tried to crush her under his fangs. Of doubting her goodwill and leaving her alone while he went to call for Selia.
Despite his poor treatment, Solus had always had a warm smile for him. She had always been there for him while Vamir treated Tista's illness. Solus had become Selia's first true friend after years of isolation to protect his baby.
'Also, even though I'm a married man, I have to admit that her breasts look and feel amazing.' The Librarian thought, his own memories indistinguishable from Lith's and Protector's after being hammered in his head over and over again.
'Dammit, Lith!' Solus blushed in embarrassment, knowing that she actually had no one to blame but herself.
She had highlighted her feminine charms during the mind fusion and used her most embarrassing interactions with Lith and his dirty mind to paint a few lewd scenarios as true.
The only silver lining in that mess was that she didn't plan on letting Vamir live long enough to tell the tale nor did she have the time to worry about it. The Chroniclers unleashed one tier five Spirit Spell each that the Eyes analyzed and the Mouth countered.
Solus lacked the mana necessary to beat them with raw power but the Ears read the flow of the runes and together with the Eyes, the artifact allowed her to find the critical focal points of the incoming spells and disrupt them.
By then, the Mouth had already finished conjuring the most suitable counterspells and aimed them with pinpoint precision. Whatever was left of the enemy attacks was quickly neutralized by the Hands.
The blades emerging from its combat gauntlet form channeled all seven elements, using them to stop incoming attacks, spells, and even enchantments. Their length made up for the stumpy range of the Fury and turned every block into a counter.
The Chroniclers' Yggdrasill weapons were harder than the Hands, yet, but Solus' mass made up for it. On top of that, with every clash, the Hands would temporarily short-circuit the power cores of the elven equipment.
Solus fought as hard and dirty as Lith would, using the full Menadion Set to threaten the World Tree's domain over the Fringe.
'I don't think I can hold out much longer, dammit!' At a wave of Solus' hand, the Firing Range released a volley of Final Eclipses that was instantly overpowered by seven pillars of elemental energy.
The Tree had managed to cut off the infected parts of his body and regain their focus. The Yggdrasill had a bright violet core like the Chroniclers, but their colossal size and expertise made a huge difference.
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