EFB Book 6: Chapter 60
Book 6: Chapter 60
Book 6: Chapter 60
However, crying wouldnt solve any of Mirandas problems. She took in a deep breath and exhaled. If that white beam of light fired off again, she didnt want to be in its path. Her legs werent responding that well, so she used her arms to pull herself away from the path of destruction before grabbing onto some decorations on the wall nearby, using all the strength in her torso to climb to her feet. The feeling of powerlessness surprised her; she had always thought of herself as a brave individual whod keep a level head in any situation.
Clanking sounds caught Mirandas attention, and from across the smooth chasm that had been created by the white light, there was a puppet approaching her. Unlike the earlier puppets she had dispatched, this one had four arms instead of two. Rather than a sword and a shield, the puppet held a gigantic mace, using all four hands to support the unwieldy weapon. In her current state, Miranda didnt stand a chance. She gritted her teeth and staggered to her staff, picking it up and using it to help stabilize her body.
Although she had escaped from the dragon, it still seemed like itd be the cause of her death. Other than fear, an ability almost all dragons had, nothing else would explain why her body was fighting her mind. Miranda tightened her grip on her staff and narrowed her eyes at the approaching puppet. No matter what, she was going to fight to the bitter end. Thanks to the massive size of the puppets weapon, it was top-heavy. If she could hit the puppets legs with a clean sweep, itd be possible to knock it off balance, giving her a shot at survival.
The puppet walked into striking distance, and Miranda barely tossed herself to the side, pushing off of the ground with her staff. The mace struck downwards, hitting the space where she had just been, a loud cracking sound echoing through the maze as the obsidian tiles exploded from the impact. Unfortunately, due to the stiffness of her body, she couldnt take advantage of the opening revealed by the puppets attack. All she could do was climb back to her feet and steady herself.Vissit for updates
Her eyes widened, and she followed the instincts she had been granted by the orb. An itchy feeling blossomed in her chest as her mana swirled for the first time. Her shadow rose up, engulfing her body, cloaking her from view. The puppets movements froze, and Miranda watched as its head spun a full three hundred sixty degrees around its torso, examining every inch of the room. Her chest burned as if she had held her breath for two minutes despite less than ten seconds having passed. If the puppet didnt leave soon, then she was sure itd locate her once she wasnt able to maintain the skill anymore. The puppet took its sweet time, looking up, then down. It even stopped to scratch its head with the mace, causing a sharp screeching sound to pierce its surroundings.
Mirandas face contorted as she did her best to suppress the burning in her chest. Right when she was about to take a breath, releasing the spell, a voice entered her ears.
Is this a toy?
The puppet whirled around, partially revealing a shirtless man behind it. The puppet swung its mace down, and the man slapped his hand forward. There was a dull thudding sound followed by a crash as the puppet that had sent Miranda to the brink of death was launched into the wall. Miranda exhaled involuntarily, and the shirtless man looked down at her with a pair of eyes that had golden irises and black, slit pupils. For some reason, the dragon fear, which had subsided after she had been knocked around like a golf ball, came back in full force, and a squeaky sound leaked out of Mirandas mouth. Meep.