Thunder echoed throughout the field as rain started pouring onto the entire area.
The raven screeched before leaping once more. Seeing this, Aren quickly turned, relying fully on his instincts.
Shockingly, the raven had stayed in its place, tricking everyone on the field easily by making itself seem like it was going to leap.
'How fast… is this thing?' thought Aren, doing what he could to manage.
Elias suddenly appeared from behind Aren, then he whispered, "Distract it until I can pull a Trait from my Illusory Palace. I won't take long."
"You're giving me orders now?" Aren whispered.
Elias suddenly dropped to the floor, his consciousness nowhere to be seen. Aren clicked his tongue, then precisely spun his chains once more.
After doing so, he ran towards the Whisper Raven as his chains dragged along the floor, the sound of metal crashing into each other roaring through the battlefield.
He threw his chains in an attempt to capture it using his chains. Unfortunately, when he had thrown his chains, the raven was already out of sight.
When Aren turned, he saw Soryn running away in the opposite direction.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Aren roared.
Soryn slightly looked back, "I'm running."
Aren aggressively furrowed his brows, knowing that he despised cowards more than even nobles.
Aren fell to the grassy earth, then quickly thought of a plan to capture the raven, and then easily end its life.
Using his past and varied experiences with fighting all kinds of beasts as a child, he could technically be one of them, even.
"Is its only ability speed? It's breathing heavily after a single leap, and it's also mindless like the Primal Creatures. I can use this to my advantage."
Aren inhaled, then dug through the earth and implemented a single chain extending from his wrist.
Quickly, he let the chain dig by itself through the dirt and encircle the entire surrounding area.
He hadn't understood the true nature of these chains, but he knew it was able to extend very widely and even change its rough metallic nature.
Of course, he wasn't gonna let it stay unknown to him either. It just wasn't the time to learn about it.
'If this doesn't work… No. It will.'
Logically, no other would be able to place a trap as quickly as he did. He only hoped it was going to serve him justice, however.
Aren then increased his grip on the chain extending from his other hand and shouted to Soryn.
Having done that, Aren ran to the raven to bring it to his trap and lead it to its demise.
He let another branch of chains extend from his hand, while the one stuck to the ground shrank in size as it also extended when Aren continued running forward.
Before he even realized it, the raven leaped once more as blood from its cut wings splashed everywhere.
"Got you!"
He raised his hand with the shrunk chain and used his utmost strength to bring it all together at lightning speed.
However, it was still not clever enough. The Whisper Raven easily escaped, leaping into the far distance.
Aren's eyes widened. It was not over yet. Before he could even think, the raven leapt behind and struck him from the back using its hard beak.
Aren grunted as he was thrown into the distance, wet dirt scattered, while feeling his bones crack and an immense pain surging within him.
He rolled on the floor until he crashed into the large, white blade with unique runes.
'Idiot… Of course, it can think! That's the difference between the Whisper and Primal Creatures, and I just relied on my reflexes!' He squinted his eyes.
Back to reality, hope was not lost. In the distance, taking his position was none other than Elias, who said he was going to grab a Trait.
Elias quickly raised his open palm forward, letting the round structures form in the air again.
The raven tried to use its ability, but it had struck one of the circular structures formed by Elias. It had also tried to leap into a different direction, but to no avail.
"Induction Trait! Then… Friction!"
The raven thundered, its painful screams heard across the entire land.
Elias smiled, "More friction."
Purple blood began to leak from small gaps created by a substance invisible to everyone except Elias.
However, the Whisper Raven was not going to give up so easily. Despite all the pain it was constantly enduring, it kept striking its beak continuously onto the barrier made by Elias to trap it inside.
Elias raised his other palm, "You just love to be annoying, don't you?"
The raven started using its speed in its beak, moving its head at an unimaginable speed to break the barrier.
Of course, it had succeeded in doing so even if its beak was slightly cracked. However, it seemed as if it was already cracked before Elias had woken up from his slumber.
Elias furrowed his brows, while Aren was still recovering from the earlier strike he had endured.
Soryn looked from afar, then, after thinking for a few moments, he said in a low voice, "Elias. Stop."
Ignoring the distance between them, Elias looked back and understood instantly.
He continued to use a simple method of running and utilizing his barriers with Traits to block the creature's attacks.
While gazing into the distance, Soryn looked down at the ruined sword of a fallen soldier.
"I pray that your soul rests in eternal peace, and I ask for your forgiveness for this blunt action… but this will do," he said mournfully.
With that, Soryn gripped the handle of the sword and held it upwards. A frown formed on his face.
Pink flames with a subtle violet hue erupted, enveloping the entire blade. The flames blazed with a heat capable of melting metal, and the sword barely managed to handle the intensity.
Elias propelled himself backwards, all the way back to Aren, leaving the Whisper Raven confused.
Small raindrops falling from the sky evaporated before they could reach the ground.
After a moment of building up enough energy to make the sword withstand the flames, he quickly withdrew the blade, and a beam shot forth like a solar flare.
The beam was both wide and long, reaching up to a raven and incinerating it in an instant as it shone with a bright, hot pink color.
Soryn's eyes stopped glowing as he gently placed the remains of the sword back where it had been.