Chapter 2880 Pulling the Strings (Part 2)

Chapter 2880 Pulling the Strings (Part 2)

"This is why I hate smart enemies." One Warg was nothing to an undead.

Even a whole tribe was just an annoyance. A Firstborn like Ilthin could take care of a monster horde of Warg by herself without breaking a sweat.

The Black Tide, however, was comprised of millions of them and the Warg in front of her carried their collective power, mass, and magical power. Despite its size was nothing much, the creature was a force to reckon with.

There was a limit to the power a regular Warg could amass, but those that had attacked Ilthin all had fur the color of charcoal and eyes red like embers, the sign of a mutated species of Wargs that had overcome such limits.

That along with the hive mind allowed them to pass their power to the closest Warg to the prey and use their shared senses to follow Ilthin's high-speed movements. Yet it wasn't enough.

Ilthin had now an idea of the enemy's capabilities and dodged the incoming fist with the minimum movement necessary while delivering a counter at the same time. Even with the mutation, the difference in battle experience made monsters easy to read.

The Warg snarled, his strength disappearing and his body bursting like a balloon under the heavy mace. Instead of fighting a losing battle, he had passed on his abilities.

When the Firstborn Banshee struck with all of her might, the lack of resistance made her lose her balance and created an opening for the next Warg. She turned her fumble into a roll and the ground where the monster landed into a sinkhole that swallowed him.

Breaking free of dozens of tons of solid rock would have drained the tide's stamina so the Warg accepted his death and passed the power on to the next vessel.

"Two down, two million to go." Ilthin sighed as another mutated Warg stepped forward.

Only mutants dared face her while the rest kept their distance. They, or rather, the one pulling their strings knew that stalling was the best strategy against an undead. Sunrise was an enemy that not even a Firstborn could defeat.

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"I'm not going down there stark naked." Tista said while she and Lith studied the situation from above.

'What do you propose, then?'

'Origin Flames infused with Life Maelstrom, what else?' Lith replied. 'It's the perfect opportunity to put our training to the test.'

'We have never succeeded so far. What if it's just another failure?' She asked.

'Worst case scenario, the resulting explosion will make up for that.' He shrugged.

There was no need to mention the best case scenario.

'Fine.' They used the mind link to coordinate their breathing rhythm until their hearts beat in unison.

'Now!' They thought as one, unleashing a jet stream of Origin Flames each.

The two pillars of fire overlapped, crackling as the different energy signatures they carried fought for dominance. Then, pushed by the willpower imbued within them and the sparks of silver lightning, the deep and the bright violet flames merged into a pristine white pillar.

The Primordial Flames grew in size by devouring the surrounding world energy and vaporizing everything they hit. They cut through the lines of monsters like a hot knife through butter, disappearing only when the two Divine Beasts ran out of breath.

'We did it!' Tista was elated, Lith not so much.

Firing from above meant to be safe from attacks but it also limited the piercing power of the flames. Had they attacked while standing on the ground, the white column of fire would have cut the Black Tide asunder.

'Yeah, but most of the Primordial Flames were wasted against the ground. We need to think of something better.' He replied.

'Can't we just rejoice that our theory was correct?'

Lith had noticed that having the same energy signature wasn't necessary nor enough to produce Primordial Flames. He and Solus had done in the past but so had Kigan and Xenagrosh.