Wakfu: Collision

Chapter 18

Corrected by _cocogum_

"Call Adamai!" Amalia cried for the umpteenth time.

"What for...?" he stammered again.

"Do it NOW!" she snapped at him.

"Pfff, but why do we need him here...?"

"YUGO!" she screamed, at the end of her patience, making him jump back. "Stop being silly and do as I say!"

It took him a moment to stop cringing and pout.

"Pfff, it's not fun."

Fun? Fun, he said?

Did he think the death scare he'd given her was fun?

"And no more portals!" she pointed a finger at his nose.

"Pffff," he was still pouting, and she preferred he stayed like that rather than doing something else stupid.

Something they might regret later.

Amalia rubbed her eyes, still recovering from the panic of a moment ago.

His face had gone completely blank with his eyes glowing blue when they were still hovering among the clouds. But it wasn't that which upset her, it was not being able to get him to respond, no matter how much she called him, he was completely gone. She had to take a deep breath, calm down, and think rationally: she'd seen this before, what had worked?

The first thing that came to mind was the heated exchange they'd had inside her tree, and she bit her lip, tossing equanimity aside.

She had carefully risen in his grip to take his jaw in her fingers. She had whispered his name softly and said what she would have liked to hear, knowing he wouldn't understand any of it, the important thing was not the words but the gentle cadence with which they were spoken, and she even infused some of her magic into them. Consequently, the vines in her hair responded and wrapped around his silhouette without any shyness.

There was a gentle pulse of energy resonating in them towards him.

The dofus stone in the center of his chest radiated a soft, warm throb, and its influence was clearer than ever.

... I think... it's not just his emotions that this energy responds to.

These were Adila's assumptions. Was this what she was referring to?

As hard to explain as it was, the answer was quite obvious.

"It's okay, Yugo," she brushed his cheek with her knuckles. "I think I'm beginning to understand. You did the same to free me, didn't you?"

She hesitated for a moment, said a quick prayer, took a deep breath, and placed a cautious finger on the stone.

The eliatrope's shudder was instant, his stability in the air wavered, and what came out of his throat was a deep gasp.

As a result, she, along with all her vines, clung to him more tightly, and those energy pulses became more evident.

The vines surrounding him began to be tinged with blue veins.

Like those in the temple of the Eliatrope Goddess.

"Yugo..."

She stopped when she saw the stone again:

The veins extending from it across his chest...

Were glowing a pale green.

Oh no, no, no! What had she done!