Chapter 549: Damned Fool

Chapter 549: Damned Fool

“No way!” Beatrice’s objection was instant. “Olivia is still somewhere inside. I heard those two captains talking: she ran up. She went after her sister!”

“Well then they’re both finally reunited in death,” Ember shrugged.

“Again, with that!?”

“Hey, she’s the one that abandoned us the second that a real threat appeared! Serves her right!”

“And if she stayed, you’d probably complain that she’s in the way.”Ñ00v€l--ß1n hosted the premiere release of this chapter.

“... Probably. Phew, at least the air is a little better here.”

Ember and Beatrice walked out onto the edge of what was left of this part of the fortress. And with the thick clouds of dust spreading out into the open, the duo was now overlooking the city in the early morning light, with the sun yet to appear. A city that was overpopulated and overbuilt in ways that begged for a disaster of one form or another.

Blocks still kept falling one by one from open floors that were left without supporting outer walls. A few foolish heads appeared peeking out over the edge to see what had happened. Screams came from panicked survivors within the fortress just like from the city below.

“I think I see a way up,” Ember said. “Also, you also did promise Samantha practically everything within the fortress. So, we better hurry up—that thing won’t remain standing forever.”

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High above the city, on the peak of a tower of a fortress of another lord too insignificant to mention, stood a young woman in a black gothic sleeveless dress, with a big top hat with a black feather on her head. She looked at the aftermath of the destruction with differently colored eyes: one blood red, the other black.

“Damned fool,” she sighed and raised her arm.

Dark aura of black and red gathered and swirled around the young woman with long black hair. And as she channeled her powers, she felt a response from the wreckage of Belmot’s fortress.

One after another, visible, mist-like dark energies seeped through the cracks from beneath the rubble in the city, as well as from all over the ruins within Belmot’s fortress. Tens at first, then hundreds, these energies flew up towards the peak of the lesser fortress that stood miles and miles away, all to a single point in the palm of the raised hand of the Third Princess, Samira.