Free Web NovelChapter 223: A Grim Situation (2)
A sudden epiphany struck Rakan, highlighting his own vulnerability and the recurrent theme of him waiting helplessly while others took action.
At that moment, a majestic black unicorn burst forth from the shadows, its hooves releasing puffs of smoke with each powerful stride. It swept Rakan onto its back and charged forward with renewed purpose. Rakan’s vision cleared, revealing he was astride the unicorn, departing from the suffocating darkness of his nightmare and returning to the tranquil sea of blossoms. In this serene landscape, a haunting figure awaited - his teacher, a constant presence in his life, now marred by blood streaming from his eyes, gazing at him with an expression laden with sorrow and pain.
"Sir," Rakan vowed, his voice brimming with determination, "from the moment you were killed, I promised to unravel the mystery of your death, to expose the harsh truths hidden within this reality."
Rakan lifted his other arm, gently closing the sad eyes of the figure on the stake. "Don’t worry, I’ve got it from here. You can rest now."
The teacher, who had passed away years ago, finally seemed to find peace in front of him, with a small hint of a smile appearing on his face, despite the traces of blood there. fгeewebnovёl.com
Rakan turned his head and spotted a massive Kraken emerging on the other side of the vibrant sea of flowers. A bunch of tendrils appeared from nowhere, getting ready to enter a deeper, more complex part of the psychic landscape. The sky was now covered in these red, moving tendrils, and a set of chilly yellow eyes were fixed on him.
He recognized it - that was his kind and esteemed friend, Kestrel’s psychic incarnation, showing up to help.
The enormous Kraken was positioned across the floral sea, inside a corridor bursting with colors, its golden eyes giving him a distant but acknowledging look.
This was happening inside the enemy’s psychic landscape—Rakan had come to his senses. But Kestrel was venturing further, risking her own safety. She remained silent, yet Rakan could sense her message.
"You need to take charge of the fight outside now. Rakan."
With that, Rakan found himself back on the couch, slowly breaking free from the layers of psychic visions, and coming back to reality. Nearby, Olivia was also regaining consciousness, trying to get up, while a huge panda was appearing, gearing up for the upcoming fight.
Raymond was getting up from the ground, his long hair flowing gracefully as he stepped forward. Nicole seemed deep in thought, just about to wake up. Meanwhile, Kestrel stood steadfast behind everyone, resting against the back of the couch. Ren had been standing guard with a sword covered in blood, protecting them for what felt like ages.
"It’s time to step up," Rakan motivated himself internally. "I won’t hold back this time, not at all."
Though his mechanical prosthetic arm was already damaged, he still had one functioning hand and his natural strength.
His dark unicorn changed its hooves into swirling black clouds, its pointed horn gleaming with a subtle yet dangerous glow, ready to storm into the battlefield that lay ahead.
In reality, the alphas were slowly regaining their strength, getting ready to fiercely confront the mutants that were popping up from the ground.
Back in the psychic space, Kestrel ventured into the corridor adorned with a myriad of colors. It felt like an endless, winding tunnel filled with odd and varied visions. As she stepped inside, she felt a floaty sensation, and the surroundings seemed to warp and shift.
Kestrel moved gracefully through the vibrant flow of colors. From a distance, she could see a vivid pavilion with vibrant hues, positioned centrally amidst the radiant flow. The Queen of Mantidales was there with a mysterious expression, seeming to be smiling yet not, as she awaited Kestrel’s approach.
Without any hesitation, Kestrel moved forward, extending her tendrils.
First, she encountered a fiery obstacle - a yard engulfed in bright, searing flames, which seemed to represent her deepest internal struggles. But this time, Kestrel didn’t hesitate or second-guess herself, bravely stepping through the fire.
She was surrounded by the dazzling lights of the psychic world, which looked like a river flowing endlessly, bordered by floating galleries that connected the thoughts and cherished memories of numerous people.
She saw Olivia. The powerful warrior severed the head of her beloved. Kestrel extended a thin tendril, connecting with her psychic world, empathetically experiencing her sadness and her pain.
Kestrel grasped her hand, shouting her name into her ear.
"Olivia, wake up."
Olivia regained consciousness, nodding at her, and disappeared from the psychic landscape. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
In a long and flooding river, Kestrel saw Raymond next. He was engulfed in a flood of memories, struggling in agony and suffocation.
One of Kestrel’s tendrils swam over, offering him a piece of driftwood. Raymond quickly woke up, surfaced, grabbed the driftwood, nodded at her, and disappeared from the troubled psychic landscape, returning to reality.
She saw Rakan, and then she woke Rakan up.
She saw the pained Nicole and comforted her too.
Kestrel advanced all the way, in the chaotic psychic landscape, without shirking or giving up, rescuing every single companion. Every immense pain and heavy suffering experienced by each individual was clearly transmitted into Kestrel’s mind.
Moving forward in such a psychic torrent, constantly enduring interference from the Mantis Queen, while coming into contact with several alphas, caused Kestrel’s headache to be splitting, and the pain unbearable. Yet, no matter the kind of sharp pain and suffering, it never caused her to lose her way or deviated her direction of progress.
Someone was continuously holding onto Kestrel’s tendril, that hand was stained with fresh blood, yet it was gentle and strong, like an anchor in the ocean, firmly pulling her drifting across the sea from behind, making her constantly alert, preventing her from getting lost.
She knew she wasn’t fighting alone — Ren was outside, similarly fighting bloodily, protecting her and everyone else.
She could perceive the sensation of Ren holding onto her tendril. Ren was her alpha, providing her with energy, lending her strength, allowing her to steadily ride the wind and waves, to sail across the sea.
In this manner, she swam towards the colorful pavilion amidst the sea of flowers, towards the Queen standing in the center of the torrent.
