Mythos Of Narcissus: Reborn As An NPC In A Horror VRMMO

Chapter 309 - 309: Upon The Landship, A Spark

Ishmael and Erika's conversation continued in quiet tones, a delicate exchange of curiosity and caution. I listened, of course—my perceptive extension allowed me to oversee every word, every hesitation, every flicker of emotion—but I let the discussion flow without intervention.

Ishmael, after hearing Erika's unexpected curiosity throughout the whole interaction, narrowed her gaze ever so slightly. She was

But even she couldn't dodge forever.

One of the crystalline detonations grazed her

A glancing blow against her left wing.

Not enough to cripple.

But enough to stagger.

Verina saw the opening. Her cannon collapsed back into its original musket form in a smooth, fluid transition.

Energy swirled into the barrel—the next shot was already prepared.

The decisive shot.

But Lupina did not fall back. She pushed forward with an even further abandon.

She let the impact twist her trajectory, using the force against itself, her tail-booster igniting with an even fiercer intensity.

The sky itself trembled as she closed the distance in the span of a heartbeat.

Her Prismforge, now something both whip-like and jagged, coiled in on itself, crackling with energy.

She swung with all her might, even though it was her best friend that she was aiming it at.

The weapon lashed toward Verina, a violent, twisting spiral of unrestrained destruction, aiming directly for the barrel of the musket.

Verina did not hesitate.

She angled her musket downward, bracing for impact.

And they clashed.

Prismforge met objective force of destruction.

The sheer force of the collision sent a shockwave rippling outward, shattering the air itself.

For a single, suspended second, the world held its breath.

Two insane warriors.

Locked.

Neither yielding.

The tension in the air was electric, suffocating, a frozen moment of absolute equilibrium.

Then, a burst of kinetic energy exploded between them, sending them both flying apart.

Verina was thrown backward, but she recovered instantly, flipping through the air, her wings spreading to stabilize herself.

Lupina was flung into a spiraling arc, but she used the momentum to twist herself into a controlled descent, her tail-booster flaring in rapid adjustments.

And just like that.

They landed on opposite ends of the sky.

Hovering. Breathing. Grinning.

From below, the gathered spectators erupted into cheers.

The bastioneers, the Heavenly Maids, even the Duolos vessels watched with absolute captivation.

A clash of otherworldly logic versus madness.

Precision versus improvisation.