My Infatuation With Death

Chapter 61 : L'Avventura Temporis: Soteria

Perspective : Conrad Garnier

By just looking at that thing, It was impossible to believe that creature was Emilia. Even though the red hue emanating from her blade was a dead give away.

With her body covered in leeches and roots, which caused her to move remarkably slower, her right hand gripping that red blade, which appeared oddly elongated compared to her other hand. This elongated hand was covered in twisting roots, culminating in a sharp point resembling a massive spike. Which emanated a red glow from the crevices between those intertwined roots.

And yet, she struck with an eerie grace, that seemed to be hindered by the constraints of her entwined roots, almost like a stringed automaton constrained by an unsettling sense of restriction. With each strike against the Ice wall, a burst of vibrant red energy was unleashed, gradually eroding the strength of the wall, bit by bit.

Patrick spoke assertively, saying,

"You know what to do".

In response, I promptly replied,

"Pray it works".