Pokong-Mars came to a halt, swallowing the words he had been about to say. He asked with a look of surprise, “Are you certain something happened to Aila? Little Crescent, can you still sense her current situation?”
“I remember Aila went to Azure Fortress, didn’t she? Julia and the others reported they were heading out to eliminate things called Void Demons. The report said those things are numerous but individually very weak. How could something have gone wrong? Even if she couldn't win, it should be easy for her to retreat with all the gear she has! Sister, are you sure you aren't mistaken?”
Xiadu precisely pulled a sheet filled with reports from the side of her desk. After reading it carefully, she spoke to the two of them, a look of anxiety surfacing on her face.
Moen nodded slightly and closed her eyes, focusing entirely on trying to establish a connection with the pendant Aila wore. After a moment, she slowly opened her eyes, her brow furrowed. “I can only barely catch a faint connection. While Aila’s body seems fine, she appears to be entangled by a strange curse power. Even the power within the pendant cannot fully dispel it... What on earth is happening?”
“Azure Fortress... What is that brat Azura doing?! And is the Rowena family just for show? How could they let such a massive mess happen in their own home!”
Pokong-Mars’s voice carried an undeniable mix of anger and worry. He slammed his hand onto the desk, the sheer force causing the entire room to tremble slightly.
He then strode toward the floor-to-ceiling window, staring in the direction of the distant Azure Fortress. His brow was tightly knit, and his emerald eyes seemed to pierce through the entire continent, looking directly at the predicament Aila was in.
“They must have encountered a powerful enemy. I can still trace the source of that curse-like energy. Are you two going to help Aila? It should still be in time!” Moen remained with her eyes closed, carefully sensing the blurred information being fed back from the pendant.
Pokong-Mars and Xiadu exchanged a knowing look. No words were needed; they understood each other’s intent perfectly. He then spoke loudly, “Of course! Something that can put Aila in such danger? We haven't had a chance to use our full strength in many years. Let us elders settle this for her. Little Shadow, Little Crescent, help me out!”
Xiadu gracefully picked up a longbow from the side table. The bow was entirely crimson, its body formed from two winding, scorching horns intertwined. It contained the infinite essence of fire; even when still, it faintly emitted a soft glow and wisps of heat.
The moment she picked it up, the entire bow seemed to come to life. A bowstring made of flames formed between the two ends. This was the exclusive weapon of the continent’s strongest Saint Bow Ranger, Xiadu: Dragon’s End.
Pokong-Mars condensed the golden light around him into the palm of his hand. The golden light constantly shifted its shape, quickly turning into a sharp arrow that looked as if it were cast from solid gold. He reached out and handed it to his wife.
At the same time, Moen placed her magic-infused hands gently on their shoulders, weaving an invisible bond between the three of them.
As she chanted softly, several circles of buffing magic surged from her fingertips, enveloping Xiadu and Pokong-Mars like warm morning light. Simultaneously, the exact location of the curse’s source appeared in their minds.
Xiadu took a deep breath and steadily notched the golden arrow onto Dragon’s End’s string of woven flames. Her posture at this moment was exceptionally upright and resolute.
She turned slowly, her gaze seemingly crossing thousands of miles to lock onto the source of the curse located ten thousand miles away.
As she gradually applied strength to her arms, Dragon’s End seemed to sense its master’s will. After absorbing the surging Battle Qi within Xiadu’s body, the bow was pulled into a full moon shape. It was poised and ready, as if it could release a world-destroying power in the next second.
“Pokong, more! Azure City-State is a bit too far!” Following Xiadu’s soft command, a more startling golden light erupted from Pokong-Mars beside her.
This new surge of golden light wrapped around the arrow again, making the already radiant tip look as if it were truly burning. It released a heart-stopping heat, causing the air in the room to warp and distort under the influence of this power. Had an ordinary person been standing there, they would have likely been suffocated by the sheer pressure of this aura.
Under the coordinated effort of the three Saint-level experts, the energy condensed on the golden arrow reached an unprecedented and terrifying level, as if it could pierce through any obstacle in the world.
Holding the longbow, Xiadu let out a long breath of turbid air. She quickly adjusted her state and released the flame-like bowstring toward the high sky to the southeast.
That golden arrow, carrying the strength of the three, was like a comet streaking across the night sky. Carrying a destructive light, it vanished from their sight in an instant.
Unable to withstand the aftershocks of the shockwave, the floor-to-ceiling window in the office began to crack rapidly like a spiderweb, centered on the point where the arrow had passed. Finally, it shattered with a boom, turning into a floor of crystalline shards.
“Boss Pokong! What happened just now? That power...”
The office door was thrown open as a group of adventurers rushed in, faces full of shock. Looking at the mess on the floor and the backs of the three powerhouses staring into the distance, their hearts were filled with confusion and awe.
After all, this room held the three strongest existences on the entire continent. Surely no one would be reckless enough to come here and cause trouble?
Seeing this, Pokong-Mars waved his hand somewhat irritably at his bewildered subordinates, though his voice carried an unquestionable authority. “It’s nothing. Everyone, disperse. Immediately send word to contact Julia’s team and inquire about the situation at Azure Fortress. I want a detailed answer as soon as possible. Also, send someone to deal with this window.”
Only after everyone had hurried away did Pokong-Mars sigh and turn around, his eyes full of concern.
Beside him, Xiadu also gently lowered her longbow, looking toward the direction the arrow had gone.
Seeing this, Moen walked tenderly to Xiadu’s side and placed a hand on her back, comforting her in a soft voice, “Don't worry, Sister. Aila will surely be able to turn danger into safety. Since our strength has been sent, all we can do now is believe in her and wait for her good news.”
Hearing this, Xiadu forced a slight smile and nodded. Although her heart was still uneasy, the comfort from her sister gave her warmth and strength.
“Yes, Aila is so strong; she will definitely be fine. After all, that’s my daughter! However, we must also make full preparations on our end, ready to support her at any moment.”
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