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Chapter 249: Chapter 249 - The Fragile Strength of Survivors

Chapter 249: - The Fragile Strength of Survivors



The sixth wave was overcome once again by Broken and Alora, although it was a riskier battle due to their growing mental exhaustion. The fight took longer, but they were beginning to adapt to the attack patterns of the demons.

They both sat on the floor, leaning against each other, trying to recover as much stamina as they could.

"Why did you enter this Trial Domain, Princess?" Broken asked softly.

"It felt like the Trial Domain devoured me. I couldn't control myself, and suddenly I was here," she replied quietly.

Broken nodded slowly.

"What about Tristan and the others?"

"They're demons too," he said quietly.

"Tristan?" she echoed in disbelief.

"The other three, yes, but I'm not entirely sure about Tristan."

"You killed them?"

"Three of them, except Tristan. He escaped at the last moment."

Alora sighed upon hearing this. "I should've known earlier that he was a traitor."

Broken nodded slowly in agreement. These kinds of things, in his opinion, would keep happening. Experiencing it once was convincing enough, and she should be prepared to face the worst.

The seventh wave came crashing down on them, another nightmare they had to endure with diminishing morale and total exhaustion. Concentration became increasingly difficult, and they took more damage than before.

Broken could no longer depend on potions, having reached the maximum limitation for his current state. They had to fight while maintaining as many passive skills as possible, keeping an eye on their Health and Mana regeneration.

They took several near-fatal hits, but they tried to cover each other. It was a truly desperate battle, and they made a few mistakes along the way. But they kept going, as there was no better option for them.

And they managed to endure it and survive the wave. Another success, but still, their ordeal was far from over.

They both collapsed onto the floor, leaning against each other, their spear and sword resting on the ground beside them.

They remained silent for a few moments, trying to control their breath. They knew another battle was still to come, but they forced themselves to take a brief rest, to regenerate their stamina.

"Tell me more about you, Broken," Alora said softly, breaking the heavy silence.

"What do you want to know about me, Princess?" he asked, turning to her.

"Why have you developed so quickly?" she replied quietly, then paused before continuing. "It hasn't even been a year. Back then, you struggled against player killers below level 100. And now you're here, fighting alongside me, someone who has trained hard all her life."

"Is that a salty question, Princess?" he teased.

"Stop answering questions with another question," she retorted.

"That's what I want to ask you. Why did you trust me more than the other five, even though I killed one of them?" he countered.

burden she was carrying.

"I'm beginning to doubt what Class you actually have," she whispered.

"An all-around fighter, blacksmith, and miner," he said with a smile.

Alora nodded. "I'll share some exciting blueprints with you later, when we get out of here."

"We will," Broken said confidently.

Polly, now in her smaller form, laid her head on the floor beside them. Then she hopped into Broken's lap, curling up and falling asleep, providing a small source of warmth and comfort

amidst the turmoil.

"You're fortunate to have been chosen by such a noble spirit beast," Alora murmured softly.

Broken paused for a moment, looking at Polly as she rested, then gently stroked her. "You'd be even more surprised to see my other spirit," he said.

"Yes, please. I'm ready to be amazed by more incredible things you might show today," Alora replied with a smile.

Broken chuckled softly, appreciating her attempt to lift the mood despite their dire situation.

Another wave came, the 9th wave, and it was another grueling battle. Broken found himself nearly cornered, contemplating summoning Gaia until the very last moment. Even Dendros's summon duration had ended, further complicating their situation.

Alora's injuries worsened significantly, and during a critical moment, she collapsed, unable to fight any longer. But fortunately, this happened just as they managed to survive the 9th wave,

though barely.

Broken immediately rushed to Alora, who was kneeling on the floor. Her armor, once black

and red, was now soaked in blood. She looked up at him, a faint smile on her face.

"One more wave," she said weakly.

Broken nodded, gently cradling her face as he healed her. "Yes, one more wave."

"Your Mana," she protested weakly.

"Don't worry. I can go all out with my full power in the final wave," he reassured her.

Alora nodded, trusting his determination.

"That was so touching!" a voice suddenly remarked from the side.

They turned, expecting to see Duke Flauros. But what they saw took them by surprise. Instead

of the terrifying demon from before, there was a normal-sized cat, a chubby, overweight

feline with a round face, still sporting the same horns, sitting not far from them.

"What happened to him?" Broken asked, struggling to suppress his laughter.