Chapter 363 - 363- Festival 94- Raid on a Rainy Night 33

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"Hey Sophie, you good?" Walking towards her was Elsie, a yawn escaping her lips. Sophie flinched, glancing at her with a subtle yelp. "Ye–Yeah! I am. Is there a problem with that?" Elsie raised a brow. "Relax, Sophie, I won't bite you." "Ye–Yeah." She muttered in reply, a wry smile on her face as she chuckled. "So we split up." Darrell's voice pierced the air, cutting through their conversation. They turned towards the boys as the conversation commenced. "Yeah, I see it no other way," Jane said with a shrug. "This bastard! You realise Ciara's missing as well, right?" "Oh, don't bite. Ciara is her own person. There's no way she'll be defeated by the likes of them." Darrell's brows furrowed deeply, a repressed rage dying within as a flash of images of Ciara played in his head. He sighed, face-palming himself. "True." "Good. So, Carl and Darrell, go look for the students..." He glanced up, his gaze on the twins seated on their starves. His right brow arched. "When did you guys get up there?" They glanced at each other and shrugged in response. Jane sighed. "Is there something you two wish to do? Go carry it out now." Rhett tilted his head while Brett stroked his hand on his head, draining the water from his hair. "Raph is fighting that Burly man from before." "Hubby is?" Elsie repeated, her tail wagging in excitement, while the twins turned to her in unison. Their expressions grew dark. She flinched, glancing away while the others watched in confusion. "Anyways. He's facing that man with Rita, so I'm guessing things should be fine over there..." Brett muttered when Elsie suddenly jumped into the air, her body turning into a wisp of darkness before trailing away with remarkable speed. They stared in surprise, the dust of her speed laced in their midst. "Does she even know where she's going?" "Well, Werewolves do have a keen sense of smell when it comes to their mate." Rhett scoffed and Brett chuckled. Jane's face twisted slightly at their responses, but she paid no heed to them. After all, the Son Goku twins were one of the few families referred to as 'abnormal.' He turned towards the others instead. "Well then. How about you, Soph– He stopped mid-sentence as he glanced at the spot where she was a few moments ago. "She's gone?" He muttered in amusement, a wry chuckle escaping his lips as he dropped his arms. 'She keeps surprising me each time I see her.' "Since the girls are gone. I guess Jane and the twins will go with the others, and Carl and I will go in search of the missing students." "You know where to start?" Darrell held his chin. He groaned for a bit in contemplation before raising his arm in the air. His grimoire formed, its pages flipping with the wind while kept away from the outpouring rain by a mist of white light. He glanced at the page for a bit. "Yup, I can start by getting a bit from them. Maybe a piece of cloth or material....it'll be easier from there." "And how are you going to do that?" Jane asked with a raised brow. A moment of silence descended, Darrell slowly scratching the back of his head as a sigh escaped his lips. "...the Hostel wouldn't do, right?" "No. Going back is a fool's errand." Jane said blankly. "I‐I–I get it, alright. Sheesh." Darrell sighed as he turned around. He walked towards the cafeteria with drooped shoulders, grumbling to himself in protest. The others stared at him in confusion, following him slowly, but questionably. "Where to?" Jane asked. "The next best place I can see an item which belongs to them." His expression contorted slowly in confusion, but then– "The Clubroom?" "Yes." "Oh." The others followed quietly, their gazes occasionally shifting to the floating hills. A lingering question hung behind their throats, Jane especially. Though choosing to remain silent was more of a choice. After all, there were only a few things a group of people could achieve with a small group. Though Carl thought differently. "How about the floating hills?" A deadpan silence lingered in the air after that. Their thoughts reeling within them while they commenced on their way. Jane sighed, evidently, loud and clear. A gust of cold air escaped from his lips as he did so. With a relatively plain voice, he replied. "Leave it." ***** Thalia had a verdict, an inkling of an idea– a plan, or better still, a way out. One she concocted along the way, her final attempt to defeat Mila. A few moments ago, she had come up with a certain conclusion and a remark to that conclusion. That remark involved her trait, one that was yet to reveal itself. Its properties were known to a few, including Fiona and Gloria, but not to the others, and the full brunt of her trait was known by only her. Keeping it a secret from her siblings wasn't her intention, nor was it her plan. It was just a predicament that occurred due to her lack of understanding of her own traits. Something a sibling of hers encountered in her past life. What was her trait? Well– YOU SEE NOTHING. Simple as the name, yet eventually more complicated than that. It enabled her to keep things hidden, under wraps from the naked eye. This included spells, mana and aura traits, the spells of others....and a lot more she was yet to comprehend. It was a stark contrast to her younger brothers, the I SEE YOU trait, which enabled him to peer into others. Her trait did the opposite, yet not completely. It hid itself from others, including any object, animate or inanimate, of its choice. Of course, like every trait, her ability to make use of it was proportional to her strength and the strength of what she designated as "UNSEEN." Aura Field Of Vision is the physical manifestation of their traits in a natural– uncommon phenomenon. One that affected the physical world in many ways, representing the nature of their traits. With that in mind, Thalia had brought up a plan in mind– a theory that could lead to her victory, and it weighed heavily on her traits. 'In a way, I guess not telling anyone about my trait or using my Aura Field of Vision thus far has come to my aid.' She glanced at the struggling demonic woman in her presence, her cries turning to sweet melodies that rang in her ears. It clouded her mind, a subtle pleasure ensuing from her pained, filled cries. 'Hah....why...why does this sound so sweet?' She wondered, her muscles locking, blood pulsating within her veins, energy igniting with feral might. Her cries sent shivers down her spine, a crazed pleasure that ignited goosebumps on her skin, sending an electric wave down her spine. "Hah..." She muttered to herself, clasping her mouth shut as her chest rose and fell, cheeks flushing, while her pupils dilated. Monica and Felicia glanced at her in startlement, pulled by her sudden statement when their eyes flared open. They glanced away instantaneously, their cheeks glowing with a shimmer of scarlet. "Th– Thalia, what's the plan?" She flinched from her thoughts, shaking her head and snapping herself back to reality. "Ye–Yeah, about that." She glanced at the scene again, this time with a much clearer mind. Monica and Felicia lingered in their thoughts for a moment, Monica especially, as a panging question lingered within it. 'Was she getting off from that bitch misery?! What?!' While they were locked in a tight situation, Mila seemed to have her own predicaments to deal with– a mountain load of them. Holding it wasn't an issue, it was when she had to do so for so long that it became a deterrent to her. One that she had begun to prepare a plan for, her mind settling on a sound conclusion while her body gripped itself tightly. The hills threatened to flatten her, and with a simple mistake, even one at all. It would be more than possible. At this point, it was best she came up with a plan, a turnaround at this point. 'Turnaround?! Absurd! How does it make sense that a simple skill....one such as the Area Field Of Vision could turn the battle so much in her favour?!' The same question festered again. Like an open wound refusing to heal, it perturbed her brain. 'What is her trait?! How– How did she make these hills appear?!' Her question rang again and again, but no response, no reply to her rational question, came to be. Instead, she chose the next best thing. With grinding teeth and blood-sunken eyes, she muttered with deep resentment bearing down on her throat. "Third Gate Unlocked." A beam of Miasma shot out from her body like a catapult, projecting into the skies, splitting through the hills in the process. A sudden outburst of power poured into her muscles, feeding her with unparalleled strength as she lifted herself to her feet, anger shrouding her in crimson cloaks. An outburst of flames instigated from her body, burning her from the inside to the outside, power flowing through her veins like molten lava. Hot and tick, a Tarr of life that opened a door to victory. The girls shook on the spot, their expressions twisted into shock. "We need to do something now! While she's transforming into her third form!" "Are you crazy?! That'll cause a self-explosion! You want her to destroy the whole school and take us with it?!" "I– I don't know, Monica. I just want a way out of this nightmarish battle." Thalia clicked her tongue as her eyes narrowed, her arms stretched forward. "Stop whining. It's expected she would go for the third transformation. It's the only way out of this." "What?" Felicia raised a brow. "Yes...stay calm. We'll strike when a moment of vulnerability comes." She muttered, but just then, a flash of onyx-lilac ignited past her peripheral. Her eyes widened slightly as a gust of wind shook the air. Her pupils traced the movement of the wind, watching as a girl, small and petite, yet wielding a power that far surmounted her small body, emerged from the end of the wind, wisps of air tracking her movement. The girls widened their eyes slightly as they watched the girl suddenly slam her foot against Mila, a surge of dark mana erupting from her body as Miasma shot up into the hill. It glowed red with intensity, spreading through like a hot, steamy laser beam, turning the boulders to molten lava. The hill quaked, a loud groan as pools of molten lava broke out of the hill, large droplets falling off to the ground. A loud hiss pierced the air on its impact. Thalia glanced up, her frown deepening while Felicia squealed in shock. Large droplets of liquid lava dropped from the hill like rain, and they fell towards them at a high speed. With its deep warmth reaching for the girl's death, Felicia screamed at the top of her lungs. "DO SOMETHING YOU FUCKING BITCH!"

Chapter 363 - 363- Festival 94- Raid on a Rainy Night 33

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