Ethereal Ascendance: A Journey of Transformation(Vol 4)

Vol 4/ Chapter 103 The Lost Boy

"Cyra, I know you were probably being controlled by the God of Light, but I still want to say - he sure has a very special taste!"

When we stood in that familiar square again, Judith summoned her giant stone statue and finally made a remark different from before.

Could this Saint Angel Cyra and the Pope be the same person? Their bodies were both made of pure light elements, the only difference being the wings on their backs.

Looking at her identical faces to Cysper's, I couldn't help falling into contemplation. Recalling the high-level threat Cysper was defined as in the trial space's records, a thought suddenly popped into my mind.

But their voices and physiques were completely different, as if something was off. Did I overlook some detail...?

Also, where was the real-world Saint Angel? Edenmere still had some records of her, which meant that after the God of Light was destroyed, Cyra didn't die but mysteriously disappeared.

The battle resumed. Since we had experience defeating the enemy before, plus Mike had his indestructible armor on, we didn't lose a single member this time. It didn't take long for us to triumph over the opponent.

"Why were you able to perfectly dodge every single one of my moves!"

Stunned by our "super pro" moves, Cyra disregarded my arrow aimed at her neck and asked in disbelief.

"Well...you don't need to know that!"

I stepped forward and without another word, stabbed her throat, finishing her off. Since I already knew the plot that would unfold, the Saint Angel Cyra had no value to interrogate anymore. Keeping her around would only bring harm to our later battles.

"You just killed her like that?" Mike asked, dumbfounded while seeing the angel's body dissipating into light particles. He lacked those memories, so he didn't understand my intentions.

"It's better this way. Everyone, start following the plan!"

Adrian nodded, then looked up at the sky with a grave expression. With Cyra's death, the light above us instantly amplified several times brighter.

"Feliciana, fly away quickly!"

Unexpectedly, after killing Cyra, the God of Light arrived faster than anticipated. Adrian urged me to flee the battlefield in a hurried voice.

"You killed my wife!"

The God of Light Beluto's voice reverberated in the sky, clearly angrier than our last encounter.

"Then I'll take my leave first. Good luck to you all!"

Seeing this, there was no way I'd stay any longer. Having learned my lesson, I knew what would happen next, so I quickly spread my wings and flew away.

"Oh no!"

However, I found my airborne body suddenly immobilized. Even flapping my wings took tremendous effort, and I soon plummeted back to the ground.

"Beluto, don't forget we're still here!"

Seeing this, Adrian swiftly grabbed his bow and fired an arrow with all his might towards the "face" in the sky.

But his all-out attempt had no desired effect. Soon after I fell to the ground, my vision went black as I lost consciousness.

"Feliciana, don't forget what I said. Trust me!"

In my final lucid moment, I seemed to hear Adrian's urgent cry...

*Crash!*

The shattering sound of a plate hitting the floor jolted me out of my daze. Looking at the shattered pieces on the ground, I felt confused, unable to make sense of why I shouldn't be standing there.