[The Ruined Anaconda Path.]
Delphine stared at the lingering, superheated smoke where the World Boss had just been erased. Her blinding white eyes flickered, the spirit energy rapidly depleting as her irises reverted to their normal, exhausted orange:
’I did it. I really did--’
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, her spirit pool hitting absolute zero. She collapsed forward, but before she could hit the scorched earth, she was quickly caught by Mirabella’s spirit energy—a firm, invisible hand of telekinetic force stabilizing the Princess.
"You did good, Princess. I am impressed." Mirabella smiled, walking casually towards the exhausted royal, her boots crunching on the glassed soil.
Delphine blinked, fighting the fatigue debuff that ca with her bloodline skill. "So... Can we continue?" Delphine asked, looking up at her with heavy, determined eyelids.
Mirabella narrowed her eyes, her mind spinning rapidly. ’Why is she so determined? Is there sothing I am missing?’ She thought, unable to logically compute why a sheltered princess would push past her physical limits for this specific mission. She exhaled a asured breath:
"Yes. We can continue... For now, you need to rest, we will continue in two hours." She turned to Cupcake, who gave a sharp, understanding nod, and jumped down from her shoulder, landing softly on the blackened ground beside Delphine.
"Cupcake will stay, and keep you safe, I will be back."
Without waiting for a response or a protest from the approaching Guild mbers, the atmospheric energy warped behind Mirabella. Two magnificent, ethereal wings burst out from Mirabella’s back—and she shot like a bullet into the air, flying straight towards the deepest, most ruined section of the Anaconda Path.
’She... She has a flying skill?’ Delphine was completely dumbfounded, staring at Mirabella’s rapidly shrinking figure in the sky:
’How many skills and secrets does she have?’
Cupcake sat down on the warm ground, casually licking her paws. She looked over her shoulder, her feline eyes tracking Yakima and the rest of the vanguard rushing towards them in a panic.
’Oh well, it all worked out... I hope Master got sothing good.’ She thought, settling in to guard the exhausted royal.
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[Deep in the Anaconda Path]
Mirabella stopped mid-air in front of a massive, unnaturally smooth hill, staring intently at the huge, gaping hole torn into its surface.
"It seems the battle woke up this snake, and due to rage, it burst out from its hiding spot." She landed gracefully on the hole’s entrance, staring deep into the pitch-black space as her ethereal wings dissolved into particles of light and vanished:
"How deep is this hole?" She looked over her shoulder, calculating the trajectory and staring at the ground below, which was a sheer drop of 100 ters or even more.
"Adira, co out." She turned back to the dark hole, and started walking fearlessly into the unknown.
"Master, what are your orders?"
The space cracked softly as a tiny, radiant fairy appeared beside her. Instantly, her inherent elental light shone all over the place, pushing back the oppressive darkness and illuminating the massive, winding tunnel made by the World Boss snake.
"For now, you’ll be my light." Mirabella answered, her pace not slowing down for a second.
The two walked in silence for two minutes before reaching the ending of the tunnel. Mirabella moved her gaze around the massive space inside, assessing the structural integrity, and after so brief tactical hesitation, she stepped fully into the cave.
WHOOSH!!
A dense, physical wave of pure spirit energy smashed into her face, the atmospheric pressure so heavy it briefly stunned her in place.
"Such pure spirit energy? I’m not dreaming right?" She asked, her eyes widening as she moved her gaze all over the cavernous place.
"Master is indeed right, there is a dense amount of pure spirit energy in this cave." Adira nodded respectfully, hovering right behind Mirabella and acting as a mobile lantern.
Mirabella moved her gaze around the huge cavern, which was bathed in an eerie, beautiful glow by clusters of luminous rocks embedded in the walls.
In the sprawling, complex chanics of Galaxy Fall, energy condensation usually resulted in dark, corrupted minerals—like the notorious Villain crystals used by the devil cult to forcefully, and dangerously, boost their raw stats. But the glowing stones here were entirely different; they radiated a pure, unblemished aura.
"These rocks, how co it’s in such a place?" Mirabella muttered, staring at the crystalline formations scattered all over the place.
"If my guess is correct, these are Spirit rocks, they work just like Monster cards. aning, Fighters can gain EXP if they absorb it and increase their level... These rocks are stronger than high class monster cards, they are at most epic class." She noted, her instincts imdiately calculating the astronomical market value of an Epic-class EXP farm. She turned her attention to another, wider path branching deeper into the cavern, leading to the unknown epicenter of the energy:
"That must be the main chamber... Adira, listen up."
She moved quietly towards it, masking her footsteps, but suddenly froze at the massive entrance.
"Huh?"
Mirabella was stunned, her gaze locked onto a figure standing in the center of the chamber. A man was standing perfectly still in front of a massive, violently red glowing egg that pulsed like a beating heart. She swiftly moved her gaze over his attire—the pristine white priest garnt the man was wearing, woven with gold threads of divine protection, and the iconic, towering priest cap resting on his head.
’Holy Palace? Impossible, you guys should still be in seclusion--’
"--Oh, seems soone is here."
The old Priest turned around smoothly. He was staring at Mirabella with a serene, welcoming smile. Although his hair was snow-white and his face lined with centuries of age, his body was overflowing with the terrifying, boundless vitality of a youngster.
’A Lv500 Priest... And with his appearance, he’s that man.’ Mirabella thought, her combat instincts flaring. In a flash of light, Sunder appeared in her hand, its weight grounding her.
’This man is even more dangerous than the tenth order... Luckily, I don’t underestimate my enemies.’ She thought with gritted teeth. The power-scaling in this room had just shattered the ceiling.
The gentle smile on the man’s face vanished, replaced by a gaze of heavy, judging authority. He lowered his gaze to the aggressive posture and the drawn sword in Mirabella’s hand, then looked back up at the lady:
"Why do you have so much hatred in your eyes, Child? I am pretty sure we haven’t t before." He said, his tone perfectly even, his hands folded calmly behind his back as if he were taking a stroll in a garden, not standing in a World Boss’s lair.
"Pope of the holy Palace, A Lv500 All-bloodlines, Leader of thousands of soldiers, and souls, mainly focused on blood rituals..."
"....?!"
The Pope was genuinely stunned. The Holy Palace faction had been in absolute, impenetrable seclusion for tens of thousands of years, entirely removed from the current tiline. They had non-interfered with the world, silently hoarding and growing their powers in the shadows... If it wasn’t for the egg resting behind him, he wouldn’t have even considered coming out of seclusion. And now, the very first person he encountered in the outside world knew his exact titles, level, and deeply hidden secrets, which was truly impossible.
"Who are you, Child?" He asked, his serene aura sharpening into sothing lethal, his gaze fixed intensely on Mirabella.
"You don’t have to worry about that... I am here to end your life!" Mirabella muttered, stepping forward as Sunder glowed with a violent, thirsty crimson light, fully ready for blood.
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