Lula’s Secret Energy doesn’t have any combat capabilities. Functionally speaking, she’s more like a doctor, a psychologist. By using her Secret Energy, she can influence others’ mories to so extent and nd ntal wounds, thereby maintaining a healthy ntal state.
At first, this Secret Energy wasn’t what Lula desired. She longed for a Secret Energy akin to Wind Source, which would allow her to fly freely over endless seas. But Lula fell in love with Nolen, and in order to care for him and heal his mind, she chose to implant this Secret Energy.
Thanks to Lula’s Secret Energy, whenever Nolen’s Illusion Syndro flared up, causing his mind to spiral out of control, Lula would always soothe Nolen’s spirit like a loving mother, restoring his calm.
Sotis Lula felt divinely chosen, that her arrival was ant to heal the Motleys’ nightmare. Yet, she discovered that not all nightmares could be smoothed over, such as Hert’s nightmare.
It was a nightmare sufficing to drive any ordinary person mad, one that couldn’t be healed, only forgotten.
Boiling Ether roared endlessly in Hert’s veins, while intense light burst forth from Ethereal Blades. He intended to give Nolen no chance to counterattack. Lebius had already arrived; if he didn’t seize this mont to kill Nolen, he wouldn’t have another opportunity once faced with Lebius.
Nolen couldn’t see his brother, nor the deadly blades. All he could see was absolute light.
At this mont, his fighting spirit had nearly vanished. Past guilt continued to tornt him, yet in the next instant, Nolen rallied his courage once more. He couldn’t die just like this; it was an escape. Even if only for Lula, he had to survive.
Simultaneously, Ether surged within Nolen’s body, while Lula extended her hand from behind, touching Hert. Along her icy fingertips, Secret Energy rged with Ether and flowed into Hert’s body, thereby influencing Hert’s mind.
In an instant, the world in Hert’s eyes distorted and warped again. Nolen disappeared, Lula vanished too. He left the burning Paradise and appeared above a roaring sea.
Angry flas burned on the sea’s surface, wreckage of ships rolled amidst the waves, countless silhouettes struggled in the water. A wave struck, taking away all sounds, as if a brutal sea battle had just ended anew. On the far-off sea surface, a burning cargo ship slowly sank into the sea, like a dead whale, powerlessly plunging into the deep ocean.
Hert blinked; he had no idea where he was or what had happened here. Everything before him was utterly unfamiliar.
He should be battling with Nolen, yes, he had struck a deal with the Devil to gain powerful strength. He almost killed Nolen... almost...
"Dad..."
A frightened and weak voice sounded beside his ears, stabbing into Hert’s heart like a dagger.
Hert slowly turned his head; he was on a lifeboat, and on this small craft were his wife and daughter, aside from himself.
"Hert, what have you forgotten?"
A voice ca drifting with the sea breeze and dissipated in the air.
"Damn it," Hert fud angrily, "Lula, is it you playing tricks!"
Hert vaguely rembered Lula’s Secret Energy. She belonged to the Void Spirit School, a bastard manipulating others’ mories. Ever since finding out Lula was treating Nolen, he detested Lula.
Hert knew why he detested Lula. What he truly hated was himself, disgusted by the murderous mory hidden deep within his mind. He didn’t want Lula to uncover it all.
Attempting to summon Ether, Hert found his Secret Energy unresponsive, or perhaps it did respond, but he was in a hallucination, his perception of Secret Energy blocked.
"Hert..."
The woman held the girl tightly, hiding in the stern, their eyes filled with fear.
"Shut up!"
Hert cursed, "You’re not real!"
His eyes anxiously scanned around. Due to his dread of Lula, this was the first ti in so many years that Hert was captured by Lula’s Secret Energy. Hert didn’t know how to escape from this bizarre hallucination, resorting to any thod he could think of.
Taking a step forward, Hert decisively leapt into the sea, letting the icy water engulf him. Hert’s body beca increasingly heavy, as if tentacles from the ocean depths had grabbed hold of him. He guessed he was about to return to reality. His consciousness grew blurred and vague until, at the silent darkness’s end, a light shone.
Hert felt a surge of warmth, initially gentle, soon becoming unbearably hot, like standing close to a furnace, the heat gradually intolerable, blinking his eyes that nearly burned blind by intense light.
An incredibly clear sky, and a blazing sun that couldn’t be looked at directly.
Hert was terribly thirsty now, his throat dry, skin tingling as if sunburned. He slowly rose, seeing the woman and the child sitting opposite him.
The woman curled up, shielding the girl under her body to prevent her from the sun’s direct rays. Yet even so, the high-temperature air kept draining moisture from the two, like a slow and cruel punishnt.
"No... it’s all fake."
Hert didn’t dare look at that scene. His wife and daughter lived inland, living a stable life, while he fought aboard Paradise. Everything before him was a hallucination crafted by Lula.
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