Chapter 1173 What’s Going On?
Chapter 1173 What's Going On?
Harvestasya's eyes widened at the revelation of the woman's entrapment in Eternal Ice. The gravity of the situation pressed upon her, and a knot formed in her stomach. She paced around the icy prison, contemplating the severity of the circumstances.
"You can't? What do you mean you can't?!" Harvestasya's frustration was palpable, her impatience mirrored in the urgency of her tone. "You made the ice, don't you?"
The Ice Spirit, still trembling with fear, sought to explain the intricate circumstances surrounding the creation of the Eternal Ice. "There is nothing that I can't do. She asked me to encase her in Eternal Ice, and with the horde coming at her, I had no choice but to comply."
Harvestasya's brow furrowed in thought, grappling with the newfound knowledge. The concept of Eternal Ice, an unyielding and unmeltable confinement, added layers of complexity to the situation. The woman's desperate plea for such extreme measures hinted at the imminent danger she faced.
"Eternal Ice?" Harvestasya mused, attempting to grasp the full implications of the unyielding substance. The Ice Spirit nodded somberly, confirming the gravity of the situation. "There is nothing that can melt the Eternal Ice," it continued, shaking its head with a sense of finality. "Except, the flame of a phoenix, might be able to do something."
"Shit," Harvestasya cursed under her breath. The realization of the challenge ahead settled heavily on her shoulders. The phoenix flame, a rare and elusive essence, seemed like an insurmountable obstacle. Meeting a phoenix, let alone obtaining its flame, was a task fraught with difficulty.
"How about a Fire Spirit?" Harvestasya proposed, exploring alternative options in the absence of a phoenix.
"Fuck that guy," the Ice Spirit retorted, its disdain for the Fire Spirit evident in the tone of its response.
Harvestasya's frown deepened as she considered the implications of facing either entity. She pressed further, posing a pointed question, "Who would you rather face, the Fire Spirit or him?"
The Ice Spirit visibly recoiled at the mention of 'him,' the weight of the unspoken name hanging in the air. It hesitated, grappling with the decision of confronting the Fire Spirit, a formidable elemental force, or facing the formidable figure that 'he' represented—Lyon Torga, a force of nature in his own right.
The dilemma presented a choice between potential peril and undeniable threat, both paths riddled with uncertainties. In the end, the Ice Spirit's reluctance to face 'him' showcased the formidable reputation that Lyon Torga held, even among powerful elemental entities.
"Huh?" Harvestasya's ears twitched.
As Harvestasya peered from the entrance of the cave, her frown deepened as she witnessed an unexpected development in the skies above. The devil cultivators of Nifelheim, their wings flapping with eerie grace, governed the airspace as they departed in unison. The rhythmic flapping echoed through the cavern, creating an ominous melody that resonated with an unsettling air.
𝒇𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎
"What's going on..." she muttered.
The sudden departure of the devil cultivators stirred Harvestasya's curiosity. She pondered the possible reasons behind this unusual aerial display. Were they retreating from a threat, or perhaps converging toward a shared objective? The mysteries surrounding Nifelheim and its inhabitants only deepened.
Harvestasya's cat-like instincts kicked in, and she swiftly retreated into the cave, blending into the shadows. Concealed within the darkness, she observed the devil cultivators with heightened senses, analyzing their movements, expressions, and any potential signs of urgency or distress.
As the devil cultivators soared overhead, Harvestasya couldn't help but marvel at the strange beauty of their flight. Each flap of their wings seemed choreographed, a synchronized dance against the backdrop of the cavernous sky. The iridescence of their wings caught the faint light filtering through the icy walls, creating an otherworldly spectacle that both fascinated and unnerved.
Intrigued by the unfolding events, Harvestasya contemplated whether the devil cultivators' departure was related to the encased woman within the Eternal Ice. Did they discover her presence, or was their sudden flight indicative of an external threat that required their attention? The pieces of the puzzle eluded Harvestasya, compelling her to delve deeper into the enigma surrounding Nifelheim.
As she continued to observe from the concealed vantage point, the devil cultivators gradually became specks in the distance. Their departure left an eerie silence in its wake, punctuated only by the occasional echoes of their wings resonating through the cavern.
Harvestasya emerged from the shadows, her cat-like eyes narrowing as she surveyed the cave's surroundings. The ice spirits, frozen in their perpetual stillness, seemed indifferent to the devil cultivators' departure. However, Harvestasya sensed an underlying tension lingering in the air, as if the very fabric of Nifelheim held secrets waiting to be unraveled.
The Ice Spirit, still encased within its frosty demeanor, responded with a ponderous tone, "It seems the devil cultivators have abandoned their attempts to breach my sanctuary. A shame, I anticipated a more persistent endeavor on their part."
Harvestasya's eyes narrowed with a mixture of concern and suspicion. The sudden cessation of the devil cultivators' intrusion into Nifelheim raised questions, and her thoughts instinctively turned to her master. "What could possibly make them do this..."
She contemplated, recounting what was happening so far and it didn't take long before a certain silhouette emerged in her mind. "Don't tell me... Master!"
The Ice Spirit shifted its gaze toward Harvestasya, its frosty countenance reflecting a hint of concern. "Master? You mean Lyon Torga?"
As Harvestasya uttered the words, a flicker of realization crossed her feline features. The possibility that Lyon Torga, her master and the elusive Zodiac Emperor, might be linked to the altered behavior of the devil cultivators weighed heavily on her mind. The enigmatic connection between Lyon and the celestial forces hinted at a narrative that transcended the boundaries of Nifelheim.
The cavern, once resonant with the echoes of winged intruders, now held an air of suspended anticipation. Harvestasya's footsteps echoed in the icy expanse as she navigated the frost-kissed terrain, contemplating the ramifications of this unexpected turn of events. The chill in the air seemed to intensify, mirroring the complexities of the unfolding narrative.