Published at 10th of January 2021 10:12:04 PM
Chapter 302
Episode 302 . Praying (5)
The moment Pierrot Mask disappeared into the shadows, Pram kicked against the ground, propelling himself away from his opponent .
Thousands of wires suddenly appeared where Pram once was, and soared upwards where Pram lept . They narrowly missed by a close margin, but the wires did not stop there; they gathered together mid-air and formed a spear, which rocketed itself towards Pram .
[-Lower your head, Pram!]
[Punishment of Tempest]
Romantica invoked the same spell she used to shoot down Brigant . A massive spear of storm appeared before her before it clashed with Pierrot Mask’s dark spear .
*Rumble*
Pram maneuvered gracefully through the air and swung his rapier towards the spear, which suddenly split with a shrill screech . Hundreds of silvery trajectories tore apart the air, each of the wires carrying deadly force behind them .
*Clash*
The attack had already been weakened by Romantica’s sniping, so it was unable to withstand Pram’s attack . The Blankšum rapier easily tore through the wires, splitting them in two . The shrapnel scattered through the sky before returning to darkness .
[-Front, 200 meters . ]
Shortly after Romantica’s voice came to his ears, Pram activated his Cloud Walkers without delay . And at the location Romantica mentioned, he found himself face-to-face with Pierrot Mask .
The world had come to a standstill . As the world paused, Pram’s sword shot forward, his speed a testament to the extreme level of refinement his strikes carried .
*Boom*
The timing was perfect . Avoiding it was impossible .
But Pram’s expression hardened . The moment his sword penetrated Pierrot Mask’s face, his body scattered like it was an illusion and melted back into the shadows . Pram clicked his tongue in annoyance .
That was what had happened every time Pram nearly landed an attack . Time and time again his blade pierced smoke .
‘How the hell is he… ?’
He was practically invincible . No matter how many times he swung, or how badly Pierrot Mask was caught off guard, Pram’s attacks were destined to miss . Pram thought it was as though there was some supernatural force protecting him .
‘Wait, supernatural? Does he have a Blessing of Light?’
Though there was not anything concrete to suggest it, the situation before him was so inexplicable Pram had no other ideas . If Pierrot Mask always had a Blessing of Light, why was he only using it now? Pram was befuddled, but trying to think through the new development wouldn’t give him any answers .
‘Whether that’s what it is or not, this technique is nearly impossible to deal with . ’
Pierrot Mask had created spaces of pitch-black darkness around the battlefield, he seemed to be able to pop in and out of them as he pleased . He would suddenly jut out at an unnatural angle and launch his attack unannounced .
Pierrot Mask was basically invincible and could attack from anywhere he wanted . When he made use of his King-Class aura, Pram’s opponent had an unprecedented level of strength . Without Romantica’s backup and keen observation, he would have been unilaterally violated and lost miserably .
[-Right, 147 meters!]
But with the continent’s top sniper supporting him, Pram stood a chance at survival . Under her direction, Pram was able to avoid his sudden attacks and even attempt counter-attacks, useless as they may be .
Of course, that did not give him the upper hand . Even when he managed to close the gap, if his blade were capable of hitting, the wounds would have been glancing at best .
But Pram was not an impatient fighter .
‘Just one time… I only have to hit him once . ’
He was confident that if he succeeded in landing just one attack, he would knock down Pierrot Mask with that blow . With Romantica’s support, they were able to maintain a tense standoff, so if he fought calmly, that chance would surely arise .
[-Let’s try attacking simultaneously . Left rear, 39 meters!]
Upon grasping the position of Pierrot Mask, Pram again approached him . As he moved, Romantica fired her shot towards Pierrot Mask’s head, such that Pram’s sword and her blast would threaten him at the same time .
*Clash*
Pram’s sword stopped mid-thrust .
‘Wire… !’
In the dark, a thin wire that was indistinguishable to the naked eye had twisted around his sword, strangling it . Setting such a trap was implausible, unless Pierrot Mask had read the exact trajectory and timing of his attack as he made it .
“If this is the limit of your power, I’m disappointed . ”
Pierrot Mask’s painful remark hurt, but not as much as the aurcoated dagger he threw would . Rather than use it to capitalize on the immobilized pram, he used it to casually deflect Romantica’s seasoned sniping . The dagger and blast collided midair, and the resulting collision launched the knife right back towards Pierrot Mask’s hand, where he naturally caught it .
“Priscilla promised me a good show, but this presentation is pathetic!”
A voice tinged with madness rang out . Pram hurriedly gathered his aura, cut himself free of the wire, and backed away .
*Booom*
More wires rushed forward from the darkness, aiming to constrict Pram’s arms and legs .
“Even the two of you working together is just plain boring! Forget a fun fight, you don’t even constitute a good warm-up for Desir Arman . ”
Pierrot Mask’s voice rang from the sky above .
As Pram turned towards the source, his face paled . An innumerable number of wires encapsulated the sky above him, strung out in a spider’s web .
Looking down on his opponents, Pierrot Mask spoke decisively, his usual erratic nature eerily absent .
“Let’s end this . ”
Pram’s intuition screamed at him to run, to flee . If he stayed, they were going to die .
When Pierrot Mask beckoned, the wires covering the sky were fired at the ground in an instant . Attacks poured in from all directions, making it impossible to dodge . Survival was dependent on deflecting or offsetting the incoming wires .
Romantica quickly began manipulating the air currents, sweeping the wires away from both her and Pram, sending them safely towards the ground .
[-Shit!]
Pram swung to cut what he could, but with their combined might, they barely managed to neutralize thirty percent of the wires . With the remaining attacks still flooding towards them, Pram quickly activated his Cloud Walkers to defend Romantica .
“Urgh!”
Numerous silvery traces were drawn and unfolded in the air . Thousands of attacks and defenses crossed in a few moments, and whenever there was a clash, Pram felt several handfuls of his aura being exhausted .
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Pierrot Mask looked down from the sky and smiled at their struggle .
*Booom*
Soon after all of the wires reached the surface, a dust cloud rose accompanied by the violent collision of stone . All of the buildings in the surrounding area had been diced into small pieces and slammed into the ground, scattering into powder .
“Pram!”
“It’s all right . I managed to avoid a fatal wound . ”
As the dust cloud lifted, Pram was seen clutching his shoulder . Blood dripped down from the fresh wound . Pram’s face distorted, but it was not just because of the pain .
‘I still haven’t caught up with him… !’
After their encounter in Pittsburgh, Pram was certain he had caught up to the assassin, but his hope was only an illusion . In terms of offense and defense, he was wildly outclassed . The difference between their skills and experience was too wide for Pram to overcome in a short period of time .
“Pram, let’s back off for now . The war is already progressing in our favor . You don’t have to deal with him anymore . ”
“It’s the same no matter how much you try . Your sword can’t reach me . Don’t bother me anymore . Just back off . ”
Both Pierrot Mask and Romantica spoke at the same time . Ironically enough, they were communicating the same message: “Admit defeat, Pram Schneider . ” .
“… I can’t give up here . ”
Defeat was not something Pram could easily accept . If he surrendered now, Pram was certain he would never reach his full potential .
“Pram… !”
“I can reach him . ”
Pram’s tone was firm . In it, Romantica could feel an unwavering determination that said more than any words could .
Resigning herself, Romantica sighed deeply .
“… All right . ”
*Kyiing*
To believe in one’s colleagues under any circumstances; this was the Starling Party’s character . If Pram thought he could win, then Romantica was determined to see his goal come to fruition .
“I’ll make sure your sword can reach him . ”
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‘Boring . ’
Pierrot Mask slovenly weaved his hand, clearly disinterested in the fight before him . Though his wires show towards them, the two people he was fighting had already left his mind .
‘Desir Arman, got even stronger, didn’t he?’
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Pierrot Mask had felt the overwhelming power that Desir had invoked as he appeared on the battlefield . It was clear that he had found a way to gain unimaginable strength .
‘I’m sure he can get me excited enough . ’
He briefly imagined fighting him . Elegant wire would dance with brutish strength, their conniving minds constantly trying to one-up each other . Just when Pierrot Mask was about to falter, he would swing back and nearly kill Desir, only to have his attack deflected . The glorious vision elicited a shudder from his body, as a tingling sensation traced his spine .
*Boom*
Silver aura exploded and scattered all over the place . The wire that he thought would rip Pram apart had been cut off . Though he was surprised by his survival and subsequent counterattack, it was not enough to vie for his attention . He cast a begrudging glance at Pram, only to be taken aback . The silver aura that encompassed his blade emitted a dazzling light, strikingly different from its previous intense glow .
That was not the only thing of concern .
[Mistral Blast]
[Sonic Breath]
Fifth-Circle spells poured towards him incessantly . Romantica unraveled shot after shot, making excellent use of her specialization to restrict his movement . Such an attack was so thoroughly coordinated that even Pierrot Mask could not afford to respond in moderation .
‘Yes! Yes! Are you struggling with all your might?’
Pierrot Mask unleashed a wicked grin . For a brief moment, they presented him with a genuine conundrum, but that was not the only cause for his joy . Their reckless approach in their determination to pressure him would only result in their quick demise .
‘First from above, then a shot from behind, followed from a strike to the side . ’
Pierrot Mask dodged the first two attacks, and then faded into the shadows, causing Pram’s third strike to harmlessly fall through the air .
His opponent had left himself wide open . Pierrot Mask instantly appeared behind Pram, and launched a dagger towards the base of his neck .
*Crash*
Romantica quickly turned to displace the attack, but without enough time to prepare, she could not alter its trajectory entirely .
*Splash*
Blood gushed from Pram’s trapezius, narrowly missing the side of his neck . He stumbled and the sudden imbalance, but he quickly recovered and made distance .
*Wheeze*
*Wheeze*
After fighting for so long, Pram had finally run out of stamina . Though he was upright, he seemed destined to fall over any moment now . He could barely continue to wield his sword .
Pierrot Mask shrugged .
“Hey kid . Are you ready to die yet?”
“One… more… ”
Pram kept mumbling .
‘Has the kid lost his mind?’
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Pierrot Mask shook his head at the sight and waved his hand, his signature attack once again rushing towards Pram . Countless silver trajectories and wires intertwined in the air, causing an explosion .
The superiority of Pierrot Mask was clear .
‘Well, let’s put a little more effort into this and end it . ’
With an air of decisiveness, Pierrot Mask fired a fire from Pram’s blind spot .
[Sonic Voice]
Just before it could sever Pram’s leg, the wire twisted from its original trajectory and shot towards Pierrot Mask’s head . Romantica had manipulated the air to take fine control of a single wire .
“Damn it! I said I was done! Why won’t you both just die?!”
This whole situation was driving him crazy . It was annoying before, but Romantica’s support always impeded his attacks with impeccable timing . Her constant intervention had turned a one-sided battle into a long, drawn-out slaughter .
‘I’ll give them one thing, they know how to work together’
He quickly stepped back to avoid the rogue wire, the sudden step interrupting his rhythm .
Pram used the momentary gap to strike with his rapier, but Pierrot Mask had already expected the attack . It was the same tactic used time and time again, just with a new twist of weaponizing his own wires against him . He simply invoked his ability and safely dodged several meters away .
‘Normally I would commend their efforts, but they’re just doing the same thing over, and over, and over again . Seriously, why won’t they just… Huh?’
Something was different . A warm feeling blossomed from Pierrot Mask’s face, so he moved his hand towards his cheek . A red line had been drawn across it . Pram’s rapier, which he had not allowed to touch him, had somehow made contact .
Pierrot Mask’s gaze turned to Pram, a flicker of cool anger in his eyes .
“No way . ”
The moment their eyes met, Pram attacked again . Swords from both sides clashed once again .
This time, Pierrot Mask poured wires towards the gap where Romantica would likely fire, hoping to prevent her annoying distractions before they had a chance to intervene .
For a brief moment, Pierrot Mask had once again entered into a one-on-one matchup with Pram . Only then could he make out what Pram had been mumbling all this time .
“… Barely couldn’t reach, but I just need one hit . A little more time, and I’ll hit him . Just a little more… ”
Pram had not lost his mind; he had entered a deep trance where he focused on his own swordcraft and nothing else, oblivious to everything but his own weapon and his opponent’s .
Pram had broken his mental block and taken his first step into King-Class .
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