bookpower 665. To Crave An Electric Wolf
665. To Crave An Electric Wolf
665. To Crave An Electric Wolf
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< ETERNAL NIGHT >
< THE ARBITER’S TRUMPET RESONATES >
Craving Electric Wolf
< Ham, cheese, bread, and electric toast. Decide on my ions please! >
AFFINITY : Hope
LEVEL : 130ORIGIN : Trauma
HP : 85,000
ATT : 3,200MAG ATT : 3,200ATT DEF : 1,300MAG DEF : 1,300
MP : 15,000
RESIST : 100AGI : 55
The Corrupted was weaker than Cer anticipated.
With Frost’s blessing, she propelled herself forward like a flash of lighting.
[Galvanic Current].
Her trail of light zipped like a pinball from tree to tree, cutting them down in the process to open Frost’s firing line further. The fuzz of electricity mirrored her movements like a reflection, yet its form remained completely blurry unlike her previous reflections.
“Taking my trauma and making it a shell for you to call home. Shit like you –!”
Her fangs carried an electric current, and with a rabid bite, electrical aberrations were flung in the Corrupted’s direction.
“– MAKE ME SICK!”
Similar balls of electricity were devoured by her bite as she faintly heard the utterings of her twisted doppelganger.
“Fifteen little ducklings went out one day. Over those hills and far away...”
“You can hear it too, Frost!” Cer called out, finally coming face to face with the Corrupted.
It was a child-like version of herself, except it was completely made of a blue, ethereal material that burst with electric power. The glow was precisely like her mother’s, and its form was malleable like a slime.
“The mutterings of this mut! Ever wondered why those bastards took my jaw and not my hands when I stole more than Ber ever has!?”
Electricity cackled across its entire surface. The entire kilometer lake became their electric field, and neither had an advantage over another.
Cer | HP: 50,000
Craving Electric Wolf | HP : 85,000
Cer’s palms turned towards her face as she looked down at herself. The Corrupted had also ceased fighting temporarily. In truth, the two were paralyzed by each other’s current. Shortly they’d match it, and the fight would resume.
For now, Cer entered a lulled state, her eyes trembling as she stared down at her pristine reflection, right next to the half-moon.
“It became my phases of the moon. This part of me that desperately craves to be eaten. To be seen. To have someone just unravel these petals, past the obnoxiousness. I tried to make them taste my bitter truth.”
“Voltage sweetener. A phase less might help with tomorrow’s convincing!”
“Sweet lies tasted better. I agree, old Cer. I agree. It tried to force it down their mouths. Raoul’s too when my focus shifted to him. To be a jester was to make them come back to me. Even when I lost the twins, I still tried to make them laugh. A part of that bleak sadness never left no matter how hard I tried.”
Cer’s hand struggled to grasp the air, her eyes watering as if grains of lost time were slipping through her fingers.
“To be eaten was to be vindicated. Then it evolved from there, changing like the phases of the moon. It became my persona. An act for attention. A failed light for those twins we all wanted to see smile again.”
Her Emotional State had risen again. Perhaps it already has, and this was the Third State. She hadn’t been paying attention. The time spent in this short moment felt like an eternity to her. The only reason why she knew was because the calm surface of the lake began to ripple.
Her reflection finally distorted.
“Can I let go and chase after Raoul? Finish this act of mine once and for all and move on? Will I...”
Her ears twitched to a sudden droplet behind her as she raised her head to the moon. A hand reached out towards it.
But that hand did not belong to her.
The rims of the moon turned golden like the sun. An eye stared back at her before the figure leaned in, revealing a pair of golden eyes, white hair, and dark skin.
Her hair blocked the light, shading Cer like an umbrella.
“... Will you be able to reach them, or will you be stuck chasing the moon forever as you are?”
Her voice was smooth like velvet. A motherly, sincere tone put Cer to ease as she listened to that voice that came from beyond the void.
And with it came the soothing ticking of her heart.