novelraw Chapter 1249: Are You Coming?
Chapter 1249: Are You Coming?
"Truly, it has been a long time, hasn’t it? Hahahaha!" The horse’s laughter reverberated through the ancient ruin, echoing off the weathered stone walls and filling the space with a sense of long-lost joy.
Lyon swiped his tears away with a broad, heartfelt smile. "Yup! It’s great to see you again, Uncle Ma! I’ve missed you so much."
"Ma!" Shen, the True Dragon, appeared in his full majestic size, his scales glistening like precious gems under the shimmering sunlight. "How long have you been stuck here?" His voice, a deep rumble, resonated with concern.
"I have no idea," the horse replied, shaking its head, its mane shimmering in the light, reflecting a spectrum of colors.
"Why are you even here?" Rui asked, her eyes wide with curiosity, her voice filled with genuine concern and bewilderment.
"If you wanted a playground, you could have asked. I’m sure I can give you... plenty of fun," Minx said with a sinister laugh, his eyes gleaming mischievously, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Is the tiger here?" Muspell’s voice rumbled with anticipation, his eyes scanning the surroundings eagerly.
"Easy with the questions, let him breathe," Tiangou barked, his authoritative tone silencing the barrage of inquiries, his eyes sharp and commanding.
"Right, hohoho," Bapho, ever-smiling, emerged from the shadows, his grin wide and infectious, his laughter lightening the mood.
"I see, so most of you have come to his aid! I’m truly grateful!" said Ma, the Undying Horse, his voice filled with heartfelt gratitude. His eyes, filled with warmth and relief, surveyed the familiar faces around him, each one a testament to the bonds they shared.
The scene was a reunion of legends, each figure standing out in their unique grandeur. The shimmering sunlight bathed them all, highlighting the bond they shared. Lyon, surrounded by his companions and the Undying Horse, felt a deep sense of unity and strength. The trials of the ruins, the battles fought, and the mysteries unraveled all led to this moment of heartfelt reunion.
Ma, the Undying Horse, looked at Lyon with pride and affection. "You’ve grown, Lyon. And you’ve brought quite the entourage. It’s heartening to see how far you’ve come."
"I see, so this is where you’ve been," a familiar voice echoed through the cavernous space. Lyon turned to see Azleid and his large entourage making their way toward the open area, joining Lyon and his group.
Lyon smirked, "It seems like you took my advice and brought everyone."
"I didn’t," Azleid replied with a shrug, his voice laced with irritation. "But they chose to follow anyway." His eyes scanned the room, looking for any sign of the treasure. "Nevermind that, did you get the treasure?"
"I already got mine," said Lyon, his tone calm but firm. "You can take whatever is on the other end of this place. I was never here for the treasure of the ruin; I’m here for my Uncle."
Azleid’s face twisted in confusion, his brows furrowing deeply. Lyon’s words left him bewildered, struggling to connect the dots.
"MOVE!" A tsunami of killing intent surged through the space, forcing bodies aside and creating a clear path. At the other end stood Selena, her presence commanding and fierce, with Liu and Kesya flanking her.
Azleid’s body stiffened, goosebumps electrifying his skin. The intensity of Selena’s killing intent was overwhelming, unlike anything he had ever experienced. Not even his own father possessed such a level of lethal aura. He could feel the raw, unfiltered power emanating from her, a force that seemed to freeze time itself.
Selena’s eyes locked onto Azleid, her gaze piercing and unyielding. The air around her crackled with tension, the weight of her presence almost tangible. "Step aside," she commanded, her voice a low, menacing growl that brooked no argument.
Azleid, momentarily stunned by the sheer force of her presence, nodded slowly, stepping back to allow her passage. His entourage followed suit, their eyes wide with a mix of fear and awe.
As Selena, Liu, and Kesya moved to join Lyon, the tension in the air remained palpable. Lyon watched them approach, a sense of calm washing over him. He knew that with his companions by his side, there was nothing they couldn’t face. The reunion with his Uncle Ma was just the beginning of their journey, and together, they were unstoppable.
"What’s this, a party and I’m not invited?" Cecile’s voice cut through the tension, her tone light and teasing. She arrived with the rest of Lyon’s entourage, their presence immediately filling the space with a renewed energy.
Cecile’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she approached Lyon, her steps confident and graceful. "You always did know how to make an entrance," she quipped, her smile warm despite the seriousness of the situation.
Behind her, Maria, Assid, Lumina, Luna, Graham, and Harvestasya moved with practiced ease, their eyes scanning the area for any potential threats. Maria’s serene smile belied the sharpness of her gaze, while Assid’s stoic expression conveyed his readiness for anything. Graham’s imposing figure added an extra layer of security, and Harvestasya’s calm demeanor provided a steadying presence.
Lyon’s eyes softened at the sight of his companions. "Looks like everyone’s here," he said, a note of relief in his voice. "Just in time."
Cecile’s smile widened as she placed a hand on Lyon’s shoulder. "You know we wouldn’t miss it for the world," she said. She then glanced at Azleid and his entourage, her expression turning more serious. "Seems like you’ve made some new friends."
Azleid, still recovering from the overwhelming presence of Selena, managed a weak smile. "Friends might be too strong a word," he muttered, his confidence shaken but not entirely gone.
Cecile raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "Well, let’s hope they don’t get in our way," she said, her tone carrying a subtle warning.
Azleid’s entourage, sensing the shift in dynamics, took a step back, their earlier bravado dissipating in the face of Lyon’s united front.
"We are leaving and done here," said Lyon as he turned, walking back the way he came.
"Lyon, wait," Azleid called out, his voice tinged with urgency.
Lyon didn’t slow down his pace, his expression set and determined.
"Are you coming to Sixth Heaven?" Azleid asked, a note of desperation creeping into his voice. He threw a small, intricately carved item at Lyon.
Assid, always alert, caught it effortlessly for Lyon, who didn’t even bother to turn around. "Your invitation is received," said Assid, bowing with a grace that belied the tension in the air. He then joined Lyon, their pace steady and resolute.