Chapter 1289: Seven Years - Eternity (Part 1)
Like any Phantom, Adam possessed quite a few abilities both at the present moment and throughout his path. Many abilities were only part of his arsenal for a short time, leaving room for others in the future.
However, the abilities of his Initial Gene, as well as those associated with it, remained with Adam for most of his journey as a Phantom.
Now, at the Forgotten Mills, he had the opportunity to meet those whose powers and energy were very similar to his.
He immediately noticed the similarities, and the first such being was Gareyna with her white energy and threads.
It was obvious that this was her main power, in which she significantly surpassed Adam in mastery, not only because she was a Lord, but also because it was her main power. The same was true for other members of the White Thread.
Besides threads, Adam had another indispensable ability—his needle.
He had not yet encountered a single monster who fought using a needle or sword, but it was obvious that these were known to the Gray Needle, one of whom was Ureyn.
But, in addition to threads and needle, Adam always had another ability that until recently was simply part of his other abilities—he could always cut and pierce even the strongest armor.
The simple cut reached a new stage of development when Adam and Silvana received the Imaginary Cut. Sure, scissors were also part of this power, but they were needed to create the cut, acting as a catalyst rather than being the main power of this ability.
Whooooosh.
At that moment, even before the battle against Ureyn, Adam had the opportunity to do what a Black Cut member was capable of, and not just anyone, but Norax himself, whom even Gareyna, who was a Lord, was afraid to face.
Well, she did it, but the reason for this was her rage, which prevented her from thinking clearly.
Thump!
As a result, in an instant, her thread army fell, as did her right arm.
Blood flooded the ground, but Gareyna seemed to feel no pain. There were no signs of agony on her face, giving way to another reaction—shock.
Gareyna did not understand what had just happened; more precisely, she did not want to accept that Norax had defeated her with just one swing of his arm.
Norax, in turn, just yawned, clearly not wanting to continue their boring fight.
"Agh... Gareyna, let’s end this. I don’t know what you’ve got in mind, but your plans are not going to come true, not today and definitely not while I’m here."
Without saying a word, Gareyna lowered herself, picking up her arm from the ground.
Under Adam and Nollura’s wide-open eyes, Gareyna reattached her arm, the bloody edge touching the flesh.
Sure, it wasn’t enough to heal such a serious wound, but Gareyna had her own way. That was one of the advantages of possessing her abilities.
Whoooooosh.
A multitude of white threads enveloped her shoulder, piercing the skin with precision to bind the muscles and veins together.
For such delicate work, Gareyna had to focus her attention; she couldn’t just look away as she had when creating the thread army.
Still, it took her a little time. In less than a minute, there was almost no trace of the cut left. Her wound had not yet healed, but considering the work done with the threads and the energy invested, it would only take a few hours for the flesh and skin to grow back together.
From Adam and Nollura’s perspective, it was something incredible, especially for Adam.
’Shit... When I lose my arm, I have to go through great difficulties to heal my wound!’ He complained inwardly.
He knew better than most that a lost arm was a serious injury, and it could only be healed through rather complicated methods, the main one being regenerative monsters.
For Norax, this was nothing impressive, but not for him.
Crack.
Gareyna clenched her teeth and stomped with all her might.
The ground cracked, breaking into blocks under her stomp with a cloud of dust rising, reflecting the anger boiling inside her.
Now, she was even more irritated than at the beginning, but despite her fury, she was not foolish enough to commit suicide.
She understood that she now had only two options: stay here and watch the String Duel, or leave in disgrace.
"Tsk, Norax, one day you will regret it. Not only this, but also the fact that you always interfere in other people’s affairs. Even if you possess great power, there is always someone more powerful!" Gareyna spat out, but did not leave. She moved aside, leaning against a tree far away from where she had a view of the entire wind plain.
In response, Norax just shrugged.
"Weaklings always say that. They can’t win, so they resort to threats, hoping that someone will avenge them, but..."
At that moment, his voice grew darker as his purple eyes deepened, staring directly at Gareyna.
"What will you do when you reach the top? What if there is no one to punish your enemy, even in the best-case scenario?"
Gareyna bit her lip, unable to respond.
True, Norax was definitely not the strongest being in this world, but who could possibly hold that title?
No one was strong enough to defeat every living creature. Otherwise, someone, or rather one of the major factions, would have long ago taken over the world and remade it in their own image.
Gradually, as if knowing that the String Duel was inevitable, figures began to appear in the distance. Some approached the wind plain, while others appeared on the tops of the sharp peaks surrounding the area, wanting to watch the fight from above.
In any case, any sufficiently spacious place could become an arena or even a real colosseum.
All that was needed for this was spectators and, of course - two fighters. Without them, none of this would make sense.
"So?" Norax smirked at Adam. "How about using the seal I gave you, Adam Vinter?"