Chapter: 677
A few more broken bone spears were near the pile, each of them forged somehow into long smooth shafts.
Each time he saw them he wondered how it was possible that bone was formed into different shapes, or even what creature it could have come from if it wasn’t somehow formed.
Staring at the bone pile for a moment, he was glad that he didn’t find Jay’s body there, so he kept tracking him, looking for clues.
After tossing through a few of the bones he didn’t find anything of interest.
More bones were strewn between the forest and where he was standing now too, so there was still a path at least.
“The others will find this.” he thought, leaving the bone pile behind.
As he pushed through some of the hanging tendrils, he suddenly felt something tugging on him.
His instincts kicked in as he did a backwards slash with his sword while using a movement-ability to dodge whatever attack was coming. In a matter of seconds even more sand was kicked up into a wild cloud of yellow stinging sand.
The power from his sword slash alone made a dust cloud, as his movement ability didn’t activate due to there not being any attacker – a requirement for the defensive ability to activate.
Looking at what was tugging on him, he seemed confused, and even a little foolish for responding with such a threatening attack.
“Mushroom?” he thought, seeing one of its tendrils tugging harmlessly on his shoulder.
One of the tendrils was tugging Number Three’s shoulder, somehow stopping his large war machine-like armour from moving.
“Must have got caught in the armour.” he guessed as he went to sever it with his sword.
The sword was so fast that it caused a silver flash; sand was blown away from the speed.
Unfortunately, as he swung his sword, the mushroom tendril strangely slid around the blade.
The tendril was completely unaffected; It was like it was both rubber and a thick steel wire, holding him in place.
Number Three frowned.
He had seen things impervious to melee attacks in dungeons before, so he guessed this must be something like it.
Of course, a mage hunter was prepared for such an occasion.
Lifting up one gauntlet, a segment of his armour folded back, revealing a small hidden compartment behind it holding two small blue beads of gem stone.
They seemed to shine, almost like a storm was brewing under the surface of them.
Channeling some mana into his armour, the blue beads floated and left the compartment before they attached to the tip of the thumb and fingertip on his glove.
Seeing that everything was in order, he closed the armour panel and then channeled mana into them.
The precious blue stones glowed brighter until finally a blue arc of crackling energy linked between them, releasing a loud crack like a lightening bolt between his fingers.