(T/N): Okay so I did some fixes on the earlier chapters I made (Thanks to the person who pointed it out!). Honestly though.. if you guys see any translation mistakes I made.. though you dont have to, id appreciate it if you left a quick comment correcting me. As compensation, here is 10 chapters!
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Time, at this moment, stretched infinitely.
March 7th's mouth was wide open, but she couldn't make any sound.
Dan Heng's hand, gripping the Cloud-Piercer, had veins bulging; for the first time, anger appeared in his usually calm eyes.
"Stelle!" Welt Yang clenched his fists; as the patriarch of the Astral Express, he had failed to protect his child!
The ice spear pierced Stelle's chest with precise accuracy.
Her blood froze, not staining her clothes red.
Her body trembled violently, the expression on her face froze, and the light of life faded from her eyes.
Cocolia's laughter echoed throughout Everwinter Hill, "Do you see! This is the fate of the old era!"
[Current Emotion: Berserk]
[Emotion value is rapidly rising 100%... 300%... 400%...]
[Emotion Threshold: 500%]
A flame, suppressed to their limit, erupted with a roar!
Before anyone could react.
Phainon moved.
One second ago, he was still the indifferent "referee" holding a wooden sword and isolating the battlefield.
The next second, his figure had transformed into a white afterimage, appearing behind Stelle, extending his arms, and steadily catching her in his embrace.
His movements were as gentle as if he were handling a rare treasure.
Stelle struggled to lift her eyes, and what she saw was a pair of eyes that were no longer dead silent, but burning with raging flames.
She opened her mouth, wanting to say something.
Phainon lowered his head, his warm breath brushing past her ear,
"Go and feel... that gaze watching you..."
"...Prove your will to It."
He knew, everything had just begun.
The next second.
A will from the most ancient times, transcended space, transcended time, transcended all concepts.
Preservation cast their glance!
The ice spear that pierced Stelle's chest melted inch by inch.
Above the hideous wound, a cluster of resilient, golden flames ignited out of thin air.
Within the flames, bones reshaped, and flesh regenerated.
A scorching will completely awakened within Stelle's body!
"Ah!"
Stelle suddenly opened her eyes.
She felt it; this was her power.
Immediately after, Stelle raised her head and saw Phainon holding her.
Her memory lingered on the moment just before being pierced by the ice spear.
And this man, before that, was the "enemy" who had stopped her companions with a wooden sword.
Without the slightest hesitation, Stelle's eyes sharpened, and the blazing spear in her hand instantly changed direction, their scorching tip pointed directly at Phainon's throat!
"Who exactly are you?!"
The battlefield once again fell into a deathly silence.
However, facing the spear tip that was capable of melting steel, Phainon's face showed no ripple of emotion.
He revealed a very faint smile.
Under everyone's astonished gaze, he neither dodged nor parried.
Phainon merely slowly raised his hand, ignoring the heat of the blazing spear.
He gently used the back of his hand to redirect the tip of the blazing spear, aiming it at Cocolia in the sky.
After doing all this, he also slowly raised the still-ridiculous wooden sword in his hand.
their blade, likewise, pointed at Cocolia.
At this moment, the white-clad swordsman and the spear-wielding girl stood shoulder to shoulder.
Behind them was a golden mech as massive as a mountain.
This scene was sacred, absurd, and filled with an indescribable sense of oppression.
"Khaslana!"
Cocolia finally recovered from her shock and let out a hysterical question.
"What exactly are you doing?! You have betrayed the will of the Stellaron!!"
Phainon did not answer her.
He merely took Stelle's hand, the one not holding the blazing spear.
Stelle's body stiffened, instinctively wanting to break free, but she found the other's hand warm and strong, conveying a reassuring power.
Under the dazed, confused, and bewildered gazes of everyone present.
Phainon, holding Stelle, took a step forward.
For the first time, he spoke a complete sentence in a clear voice.
His voice was flat, devoid of any emotion, yet it sounded like a final judgment.
He looked at Cocolia and slowly spoke,
"Friend or foe, choose!"
These six words, like an invisible heavy hammer, struck deep into Welt Yang's soul!
Not because of that face.
Not because of that white hair.
But because of that sentence, that choice, that look!
Countless fragments of sealed memories exploded—the Moth of the Fire Moth, the lament of the pre-civilization, that man's unwavering determination to bear everything for victory!
Welt Yang let out a muffled groan from his throat, and he suddenly covered his mouth with his hand.
He didn't spit blood, but it was a thousand times more painful than spitting blood.
"Yay!"
March 7th jumped three feet high in excitement, then she noticed the patriarch's abnormality and leaned over with concern.
"Uncle Yang, what's wrong? Why is your face so pale?"
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(T/N): Okay so im actually pretty tired now so ill be having a nice sleep! Goodnight or good day and enjoy the chapters everyone! ♡⸜(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)⸝♡