I regressed and became the Sword Ice King - Chapter 375

Chapter 375: Chapter 375- Festival 106- Raid on a Rainy Night 45
The air rippled. The wind ceased. The world bloated, an immense, powerful explosion of sound and dust.

An expansion of the air, molecules twirling in furious uncertainty, world laws clouded by the dust of incoming devastation.

Mixed in the harbinger of doom and suffering, shades of its emerald hue cast a solace against the glass windows of the building. A low murmur, forceful, tremendous, commanding. Sealing the building shut as it shattered under the crucible of its own demise.

It splattered into the air, twirls of devastating wind blasts and sonic explosions in the form of concentric waves. Blasting. Pulsating. Its cosmic power basking the night sky in a deathly tone of viridian.

It shimmered brilliantly, carrying waves that crackled with intensity. A shudder like the thunderous sound of the heavens. A trumpet of ethereal figures, stoic, firm, regal– vast in power, yet endowed in malevolence.

A green wave erupted from the building, crackling the air like the sound of a bazooka– no, 10× higher than that.

It ripped through the sound barrier with relative ease, crackling with such intensity that the air whipped.

The rain danced in a haze, the clouds quaked, a brilliant Kelly green glowing in a sadistic hue.

The worst part? It was merely the beginning.

Like an orchestra from the deepest part of Hades, another explosion thundered the next building. Class Four erupted in an aqua hue, a cascade of blue shimmering with a sordid brilliance.

The sound ripped through the air, amplifying the former as another surged.

The next building. Class Three– in all its ambience, its beauty. Constructed with the apparent skills of a vested architect, tall beams and shimmering reinforced glass walls.

It screeched as a crimson light clawed into the world, birthing a decree. A loud one, superficial, solid, amplified. Powerful.

The air was a current of energy waves, rippling with such intensity as the smoke from the explosions rose into the air.

Two other Classrooms hung in the balance, tension hanging in the air. Class Two and Class One had yet to implode.

A friction to the plan, to the sick orchestra prepared by the System Uprisers.

Why it had happened was unknown to them, them alone. But to a few, well, two mostly. It was adamant.

“What the fuck?! Those things were Bombs?!”

Darrell’s gaze flicked with shock as he stepped out of Class One Lecture Theatre, his silver eyes casting a glance over the rising debris. A mushroom of destruction forms in the clouds.

A heavy sigh escaped his lips as Carl walked out with him, his gaze narrowed at the scene.

“Thank goodness we removed it. It seemed too suspicious just to leave it where it had been.”

He said in a silent acceptance.

A few minutes ago, while Darrell had gone up to the club room to find something– anything, he could use to find the princesses, Carl was busy exploring.

No specific reason. Just wanted to see the Lecture Hall that Raffaelo Jun used. Mere curiosity.

That curiosity had stumbled him to the shimmering ore. Like a cut-off slab of a rock, it stood in the middle of the Classroom.

He had found it odd. Suspicious, charming too.

It was a marvellous sight, and anyone could have told it was an ore containing mana.

Though, the purpose, he wasn’t certain.

He had heard of artefacts of rocks able to form domes, shields that stood strong even in the face of transcendent skills. Level 100s would have found it difficult to intercept it.

But then again, the aura around it seemed to prick his skin the wrong way.

A warning perhaps? Or just a normal body reaction to dangerous substances. He wasn’t certain.

He had decided to tell of his finding to Darrell who suggested he checked his Class Theater as well. He found another. Just as Darrell had speculated.

A thought had nearly convinced them that it was merely an orb of protection. Something to shield their classes from harm.

But the mere thought of a shield being there when they were there was comical, and so, Darrell took it. Took them into his storage ring.

The silver ring that never left his right index finger. An emblem of Elf regality punctured on it. A constant reminder of his standing in society.

Now, he glanced at it, his brow arched in curiosity while Carl turned to him. His expression darkened.

“Did it go off?” He asked.

Darrell shook his head.

“That would be impossible. It’s a storage ring, a subspace. A different world. The signal shouldn’t have reached.”

Carl groaned, clearly not satisfied with his response.

“and if it didn’t.”

Darrell sighed, heavily. His arm scratched the back of his head.

“then I’ll be screwed. My only way of finding the princesses was in that storage ring.”

Tension hung in the air as they stared at each other, a muffled silence that spoke volumes.

All this would be for nought if it were.

–BOOM!

A sudden crack in the air. A ripple that sent a pulse wave their wave in a blast of air.

It shook them, nearly picking them off their feet as their gazes whipped in the direction of the blast.

Forward. Ahead.

Pieces of glass and chunks of buildings blasted out of the explosions like a projectile of a catapult.

It swished through the air erratically. No direction, no purpose. Just movement. Slamming against the nearby buildings, class two and one. Each suffering a fate from the chunks of metal and glass.

Heavy ceramics groaned as an iridescent cascade of colours erupted from the mix of explosions.

It’s smoke tracing the air in a mushroom. Thick, broad, consuming.

It completely took over the skies, clouding the scene beyond.

Darrell’s gaze widened slightly, an incoming image reflecting on the surface of silver eyes.

“Move.”

Without wasting a second, the duo rushed away from the door, running across the patio with portioned haste.

They surged through, jumping into the air as a large boulder, a certain chunk of the buildings. Glass panels hanging freely against its surface, and a trembling force surrounding an inch away from its surface.

It crashed straight into the patio, sand and rock exploding into the air. The ground trembled as a tremor invaded it, spreading like cancer as a sudden quake occurred.

It shook the ground as the boulder rolled through the patio with reckless rage. Pulling the cemented surface, screeching its smoothness and crumbling its construct into a pile of dirt. Unsavoury and ruined. Pieces of a former glory scattered across the ground.

They landed a few feet away, a silent heave escaping their lips as they turned towards the Lecture Theaters.

Their eyes peeled on them as the number of incoming boulders multiplied. Reaching amounts that would easily decimate the Buildings.

Darrell scoffed, his gaze flicking in annoyance.

“We may have removed a bomb, but it seems the destruction was inevitable.”

Carl hissed silently.

“Seems so.”

His gaze was locked on Class Two Lecture Theater. Shoulders slumped as the chunks of debris crashed into the building, decimating it. Slowly. It was painful to watch. Annoying even.

A gaze of resignation locked onto the building. His brows furrowed deeply, his fists gripping tightly against his side.

“The system uprisers, huh.” He muttered, more to himself than Darrell who heard it. If he did.

His gaze eased slowly, shifting to his side. Towards Carl. The edge of his lips curled upwards slowly, his thoughts reeling in.

‘As it should be. Everyone should be thinking for themselves.’

His gaze shifted away.

‘Not accepting the grand goal that seems to suit them just because they are part of the matrix. No, this is different. They select the path best for them, and luckily. It doesn’t seem to have anything to do with the System Uprisers.’

“Do you think they survived?”

Carl’s voice cut through the air.

The question that had hung deep in their throats since they saw the first explosion. Witnessed it. Felt it.

They had ignored it until now. Focusing more on the present, themselves. But how long could they have pretended for?

Darrell sighed again, his chest rising and falling, silent breath. In and out, escaping his lips.

He breathed through his nose, his gaze shifting to the ceiling of the covering. The canopy was built over the walkways. They stood under it, shielded by it from the frenzy drops of rain that fell with unperturbed frequency.

His words hung slowly, deeply, his thoughts spinning in overdrive at the same time.

‘This is Jane Lucia we’re talking about. That boy would rather kill himself than let anyone do it for him. The divine son wouldn’t be killed by mere….mere….what are they, even?’

His brows furrowed at the question as he turned to Carl.

“He’s fine. He’s a Lucia, remember. There’s probably a god they serve that has an ability for situations like this.”

Carl muffled a peal of laughter, an amused smirk tugging at the edge of his lip as he folded his hands.

They stood in silence. Under the bask of destruction. The horror scene of their buildings. Old and ancient, bearing tales. Boring and interesting. New and old. Tales that built legends and slackers alike. Raised foundations for leaders, powerful knights, and skilled mages. Name it all.

Everything– their Lineage, history, blood, sweat. All came down, crumbling to nothing.

Yet, a sombre silence hung in the air. One that seemed peaceful– almost a form of respite in the never-ending tide of conflict.

A moment to rest. A moment to think. A moment to calculate.

Darrell raised a brow as he glanced at Carl.

“Why did you laugh just now?” He asked, leaning in on a pole that held the roofing sheet above.

“Nothing.” He replied at first, a slow groan escaping his lips. Arm folded as his eyes blinked, a yawn escaping his lips. Fatigue.

“Just the way you replied. It goes to show that even the great families can put down their differences and form close bonds. The both of you must be best friends.”

Darrell opened his mouth, then left it. Jaw locked apart, muscles tensing as a form of protest threatened to escape.

He was supposed to deny it. Easily.

After all, that was a difficult feat. The same way intermarriage between them was frowned upon. Not just by them, but by the public.

Yet, he simply turned away, a silence hanging in the air as a result.

Neither a reply nor a protest. Simply silence.

It had stretched long like that, minds calculating on the next step. The next move now that their one lead was akin to gone.

But then–

“Oh? Over here. Seems like a few chicks survived.”

____A/N____

I tried posting two today, but it seems ill–planning won’t let that act out properly.

I will commence with two a day once my regime has been constructed.

Laziness is something else these days.

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