VIP Chapter 523: Give the Heavenly Kingdom Color
Floor 0, 215th Floor.
The black and white “Mirror Array” was even stranger than before. Especially when no matter if you moved forward or looked back, all you could see was yourself in black and white, like a memorial photo. It was as if nothing had happened, yet you were already deeply ensnared by a curse.
Within the entire black and white “Sword Array,” Iaar leaned against a mirror, panting. “Suddenly turning black and white… Treya… nothing really happened to you, did it?” The area Iaar occupied was only one-third of the mirror array remaining, a number that meant it was only a matter of time before she was overwhelmed.
When approximately half of the mirrors remained, a black and white wave surged up as if from the “depths” of the dungeon, engulfing the entire floor. However, for Iaar, this might have actually been a “boost.” At least after turning black and white, Iaar’s tail was no longer easy to “distinguish,” causing Sylph’s special attack, which was originally aimed at her, to become “generalized.”
“So irritating. I thought no ‘demon’ would help you, but I don’t know what kind of power turned this whole place black and white.” The witch, Sylph, stood on the edge of a mirror in front of her, gazing at the fragmented mirror array below. In these mirrors, she occasionally caught faint glimpses of an annoying tail constantly flitting about within them. “To withstand so many waves of attacks without any support… this is the first time I’ve seen it. Are you a monster?”
“Heh heh, not exactly a monster, is it? With abilities like these, shouldn’t every S Rank be able to do this?” Such boastful words only made Sylph angrier. “I don’t think so, but it looks like you have no more space to defend yourself—”
“…” Iaar didn’t reply upon hearing this. If she were to prioritize her own survival, it wouldn’t be a problem. The attacks from the other side couldn’t actually break through her defenses. But as the “defender,” she wanted to preserve all the “mirrors” here to protect this entire floor. She had one more chance to stop time.
“Endure the fury of my final inferno—” Sylph floated in the air, her hands outstretched. Behind her were twelve staffs from the underground mages. Each round, an attack was launched targeting each individual mirror. This was Sylph’s specialty, “Ancient Magic.” Unlike other witches, she eventually turned her research towards “artifacts,” specifically how to maximize the performance of magic staffs.
*Crack.* As she raised her hand again to cast magic, she heard the sound of one of the staffs behind her shattering. “What trash. Not only is the person useless, but the staff is also utterly worthless!” Her teammates could only gnash their teeth in fury.
“Show me what you’ve got, witch. Whatever strength you possess, bring it out,” Iaar interrupted. “Also… there is no such thing as trash in this world. Even someone like I used to be can be recognized and stand before you as a ‘monster’ one day—”
“Hah, is that all you can do? Lecturing?” She commanded the staffs again, opening her hands. “Then, instead of ‘lecturing,’ how about we settle this with true strength?”
Upon hearing this, Iaar stepped out from behind the mirror. Her tail, instead of swaying, stood rigidly behind her. “Because this isn’t a lecture, this is… my life. The life he gave me.”
“Is that so? Then let’s try—” Twenty staffs unfurled behind Sylph, forming a massive “magic array.” The Snow Song Holy Shield stood on the ground, as if about to form a colossal wall. However…
The moment Sylph’s palm was about to descend towards Iaar, the moment magic was unleashed, she saw an unbelievable sight before her eyes… The black and white wave that had surged like a tide had now been replaced by another “tide” before her eyes. It was a mixed, colorful wave, like something flowing out of a dye vat…
She could hear the sound of distant ocean waves crashing and receding. It was like the pleasant sound of waves from a vast blue ocean heard on a beach during countless refreshing summers.
“…What is that?!”
“Huh…?” Iaar’s beast ears twitched. As she received this sound, she paused and looked back. In that instant, she saw her hair, which had turned grey and white, regain its brown color, even… sparkling under the dazzling “sunlight.” Her grey eyes could see each mirror reflecting the brilliant sunlight. And it cast a distant rainbow.
“A colorful torrent… This isn’t right… How could something like this appear in Demon City…” The witch’s voice, suspended in the air, trembled. Unlike Iaar, who lacked experience in dungeons, she, having gone through so many, knew very well that such “positive” phenomena absolutely could not exist in a dungeon themed around “demons.” Therefore, she had to destroy this place quickly and head to the 230th floor where the BOSS resided!
“The supreme ultimate bombardment, an art that destroys everything, born from the unrest below, the most powerful attack is born here—” Enduring the stinging reflection from countless mirrors hitting her crimson eyes, Sylph gambled almost all her magic on this one attack. She intended to blast all the mirrored surfaces—
But…
“…?” Iaar was the first to notice the problem. Although Sylph’s hand had come down and the attack had been launched, Iaar felt no “explosion” or “burning” attack hitting her. Standing within the mirrors, she felt an unusual calm. “Wait, right… A dungeon wouldn’t have something that ‘defies its theme’…” Unless… unless it was…
By the time Sylph realized this, it was already too late. A colossal heatwave struck from between each mirror. The mirrored surfaces, reflecting the azure blue sky with a few wisps of pure white clouds, were now returning all of Sylph’s attack back to her— A blinding light engulfed the witch in the air, and all the staffs behind her. It was like a powerful light that cleansed all sin and darkness.
*Crash—* As if hearing the sound of wings flapping, high in the air, in Sylph’s final moments, she looked up and saw… a shadow, like a “Divine Messenger,” passing through the sky with enormous white wings. Within this shadow, she seemed to see a “dream” she had never imagined. In the dream, she hadn’t focused on the figure of a young man who had cleared a dungeon at a tender age, merely brushing past him, never knowing him. This figure had ultimately turned all of the 215th floor into color.
“An… Angel…?” Iaar tilted her head, uttering a creature she had only ever encountered in “stories.”
