Time returns to one day ago.
The moment of the fall.
Without the support of Rudeus's gust magic, Allen and Sylphie plummeted from the sky!
They were so close, how close?
The gale in the valley blew Allen's long hair loose. His glasses had shattered during the first charge through the monsters, and the hair tie holding his hair had long been confiscated by the gale between the cliffs.
The whistling wind played a funereal march. His slightly coarse brown hair and her soft, smooth green hair danced a tango together.
Intertwined in the wind.
In that instant of falling.
The two of them, so close, exchanged a look in the darkness, their breath brushing against each other's faces.
Allen's brows were furrowed in anger, his astonishment unconcealed. He simply couldn't understand why Sylphie would do this. And how could she have reacted so instantly to grab his hand?
Sylphie, on the other hand, squinted her eyes against the wind into beautiful crescents. Amidst her panicked expression was a trace of stubbornness. Her young face and reddish-brown eyes stared straight at Allen's, exactly like Allen's own expression when he was seriously studying someone.
At this moment, there was no suspension bridge in the air.
But the two of them were falling from one together!
The wind howled by their ears.
Light and shadow flashed before their eyes.
Their hearts pounded against their chests, leaping wildly.
Allen was only stunned for a moment before he snapped back to reality. His eyes flew open, and he held Sylphie tightly in his arms, subconsciously roaring.
"Are you trying to get yourself killed!!"
There was no time to hear Sylphie's response. At the same time, his 'Flowing Sensation' secret art was pushed to its absolute limit.
Sylphie, meanwhile, clung tightly to his bloodied back. A hazy green light appeared on her hands and then dissipated. Unable to concentrate, her chantless healing spell couldn't be fully cast.
Sylphie frowned, giving up on the idea of casting a healing spell. Tears of fear welled up in the corners of her eyes, but she still stubbornly shouted something.
The wind pulled at Sylphie's long, drawn-out syllables, turning them into incomprehensible sounds.
Her voice fell straight down.
"Don't!"
"Want!"
"To!"
Allen couldn't hear what Sylphie was saying. In the darkness, his pupils were nearly the size of pinpricks, darting around in their sockets. With the perception honed by years of studying the Water God Style, information about the surrounding environment flashed through his mind like lightning:
'To my right is the open valley. I can't see far in the darkness, but the whistling of the wind is empty, with no echo; the situation in front of me is similar to the right; the wind rushing past my back is smooth, with no obstacles; to my left—'
The wind whistled chaotically!
'That's the sound of wind rubbing against the cliff face. The darkness there is more 'viscous' than in other directions!'
'The cliff face!!'
The thought had barely formed in his mind when Allen, holding Sylphie with one hand, swung his other hand in an arc from above his head to his side. Touki was released from his fingertips, turning the rubble above them to dust. With precise control, he had retracted the Touki by the time his hand reached his left side, merely 'pushing' the airflow beside him.
As expected, in just an instant, the turbulent airflow gave him feedback.
'About two meters!'
His thoughts raced. Allen, with his brain overloaded by 'Flowing Sensation,' had completed this series of judgments in less than a second. He flung his hand in the opposite direction and unleashed an 'Avalanche Crash.' The Touki surged and scattered, sending his body flying through the air.
Then, using the momentum, he reversed his grip and plunged his sword into the cliff face!
Under the high-speed reaction force, Allen wrapped his Touki around the tip of the blade. Sparks flew from the cliff face, creating a long streak of light.
The blade was stuck in the cliff face. Then, the two of them came to an abrupt halt in mid-air, and the tremendous inertia pulled and snapped them back.
The blade bent into a huge arc, and sparks flew around Allen's pupils!
But his expression was as dark as water.
In his vision, the thin blade was bent at almost a ninety-degree angle and was still bending further down.
Then.
The blade suddenly snapped!
Allen's preferred sword was a thin, long blade. At this moment, if he didn't wrap Touki around the blade to increase its hardness, it couldn't pierce the cliff face.
If he did wrap Touki around the blade, the originally flexible thin blade became extremely brittle.
This was actually within Allen's expectations, but he didn't dare to risk stabbing the blade in the last few meters before the bottom of the cliff to stop their fall. How could he accurately measure the time it would take for the blade to get stuck in the cliff? What if the soil of the cliff face was soft due to the moisture from the valley bottom and the blade didn't pierce it on the first try? Would there be a chance to adjust?
So he acted preemptively, flinging his sword at the cliff face.
Fortunately, it worked on the first try.
At this moment, their bodies were in a brief state of suspension. Allen looked at the broken blade in his hand, feeling his body already starting to fall again. A fierce look flashed in his eyes.
'Judging by the time of the fall, we're at least still dozens of meters from the bottom. A direct fall will kill us!'
'Now I'll use the Form of the Four-Legged Beast, which has the 'adhesive' Touki characteristic. Although this might cause broken bones in my hands and legs, I can't worry about that now... So far, there's no better solution. Intermediate healing magic should be able to alleviate some of the injuries, as long as...'
'As long as Sylphie is okay!'
In his overloaded state, Allen's mind raced, quickly making a judgment based on the current situation. The thought had barely formed when he quickly shouted!
"Hold on tight! Don't let go, you hear me!"
"No!!!"
"If you heard me, then... huh???"
Allen's legs and feet were already prepared to touch the cliff face, but at that moment, an urgent refusal came from his embrace. He had never been 'refused' by Sylphie since coming to the Greyrat house, and he couldn't help but look down in astonishment.
In the instant he did so.
The wind picked up.
It wasn't the wind from falling, but the wind released from the palm of the girl in his arms. At some point, Sylphie's legs had wrapped around Allen's waist like an octopus. She extended her hands, closed her eyes tightly, and, having finally focused her mind, released a gust spell at this very moment!
Magic power surged wildly from her palms without regard for consumption. The howling wind struck the air beneath them, desperately trying to halt their descent!
Allen felt the soft skin wrapped around his waist rubbing rawly against his own. An intense, burning, stinging pain came from where their skin touched.
In that single moment of resistance, as the originator of the gust spell and the core of the force, Sylphie could no longer hold onto Allen's body.
Allen's mind was in turmoil. This was not the result he wanted, but there was no time to communicate with Sylphie verbally to make adjustments. If they continued to waste time, the acceleration of their fall would increase again, and they would surely be severely injured, if not killed.
Allen quickly used the Flowing Secret Art to carefully control his grip on Sylphie's waist, sticking the two of them tightly together and using the Flowing Secret Art to 'blend' them into a single unit to bear the force.
Their bodies instantly stabilized, but they were still falling!
Allen's overall judgment was correct. The position where they had paused was 74 meters from the bottom of the valley. And how long does it take to free-fall?
3.89 seconds!
And after applying the gust spell?
The answer is 7 seconds!
In that short span of 7 seconds, Allen quickly adjusted to the most suitable posture.
The rumbling echo of the nearby cliff face hitting the ground, similar to a water-filled balloon bursting on the ground, sounded with soft thuds.
That was the rain of monsters falling to their deaths, becoming pulp.
Seven seconds passed in a flash.
With a "thud," a wave of air spread out from under Allen's feet. He landed with his knees bent, his joints making a creaking sound.
A faint, almost imperceptible green light flashed around him.
The damage to his back and knees instantly healed.
He straightened up. Sylphie's soft hair tickled his face. He felt both his and Sylphie's hearts pounding wildly and let out a long, heartfelt sigh of relief.
Sylphie's gust spell was really powerful. It felt like falling from just ten meters high. So much of the kinetic energy was nullified that we actually landed safely. This way, the damage was minimized... She was a huge help.
Allen rubbed Sylphie's head, took a step back, and looked down at her face.
But contrary to the joyful expression he expected after surviving a near-death experience, her face was pale and her eyes were filled with tears. She first pouted her lips委屈地 at Allen's face, unable to speak for a long time, her lips rising and falling.
Finally, as if confirming that Allen was alright, she smiled through her hot tears.
For the past year, she had been imitating Allen's expressions. At this moment, she could no longer hold back and returned to a bit of the girlish innocence of letting her emotions show on her face.
But Allen's gaze on Sylphie froze. His expression went from joy to astonishment, and then to a daze.
The sun had fallen into the mountain stream, and the moon was high in the sky.
The clouds had receded, and the moon had naturally broken free from them.
A bolt of silver moonlight fell from the sky before them.
At this moment.
In Allen's constricted, horrified pupils.
Sylphie's soft hair fluttered strand by strand in the moonlight. Flecks of snow drifted in the air, like falling stardust.
A halo of moonlight outlined her hair and was reflected in her pupils.
Her soft hair shimmered with a glow, as gentle as the moonlight.
And like the moonlight.
Pure and flawless.
Two chapters, 5500 words.
A crucial plot point, didn't want to leave it on a cliffhanger.
Turn the page, look for the Easter egg.
The climax of the arc tomorrow.
Over.
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