Legendary Heroes (Mobile Legends Fanfic)

Chapter 73 | Broken Friendship

Layla took a step back. Her jaw-dropping and her eyes widening from the sudden shock of the news. Her father was still alive and has been working with the Queen of Doom! It just didn't make sense. Clifton shouldn't be alive after consuming that much malefic energy, or did he even consume a single joule?

She eagerly wanted to find the reason, but she's afraid of knowing more. Unable to gulp more truth into her heart. "I know this news is electrifying for you. But he must have a good reason for working with Vexana," Aurora calmly spoke through the Water Mirror. Her eyes observing the background that was behind of Layla. "Where are you three right now?" She asked curiously. "Bane's ship. They're heading there right now to destroy the City with their party bombs." Franco answered Aurora's question as he walked around the room to find something to eat. His stomach loudly grumbling, hinting that he needed something to eat and fast. He couldn't think properly on an empty stomach and might quickly go outside of the room to search for precious meat. "Those bombs might be Clifton's inventions. I want all of you to use his bombs to your advantage and make sure the City and its people will be safe." Aurora instructed before quickly signing off. The Water Mirror's surface turning deep black until she could no longer be seen.

Clint's eyes fixed on Layla. His face forming a frown after seeing her look so betrayed with a mix of despair. He didn't know what it felt like, but he can imagine that she must be feeling horrible right now. The cowboy didn't want to see Layla like this any longer and so he decided to walk over to her. Wrapping his arms around her to form a hug. "I know everything is crazy right now. But we need to focus." He said comfortingly as he patted her back with one of his hands.

Unsurprisingly, Layla wrapped her arms around him to return the hug. Her head laying on his firm chest. "My father, he's one with the bad guys. His bombs are going to kill thousands of innocent lives..." She shakily spoke. Vivid images of the City of Scholars being drowned in flames and bodies appeared in her mind. It looked so real, and it will turn into a reality if they don't stop the bombs from falling towards to the city. "He's not going to kill thousands of innocent lives, sugar. You know why?" Clint asked as he lifted her chin up. Their eyes locking into each other. "I don't know why." Layla replied grimly. Looking like she was about to cry. "Because we're going to stop this ship from bombarding the City of Scholars," He said enthusiastically with a grin on his face. "Now, if you're gonna start crying. I'm gonna kiss your lips." After saying that. Clint immediately got pushed away by Layla with a fuming expression on her face. "Kiss me again and I'll make you sorry! Now let's go before they drop the bomb." She threatened the cowboy, but it didn't affect him. He didn't even give a slight hint of expressing fear. He merely just let out a chuckle out of his lips. "All right. Let's go save their lives." Clint spoke in determination as he gently grabbed one of Layla's hands. Taking her towards to the only door of the room that will most likely lead them to a hallway.

The malefic gunner suddenly made Clint stop walking before they could exit the room and quickly asked him: "Wait! Can I borrow one of your guns?"
"What happened to that large chunk of metal of yours? Forgot it again?" Clint replied. Letting out a sigh afterward. "No. Did you possibly think I can carry that thing while climbing towards to this ship?" Layla asked. It was pure logic and Clint didn't seem to have grasped it. The cowboy realized it was a dumb question and regretted asking. He pulled out one of his guns out of its case and threw it at Layla and then said: "I thought it was very important to you? Anyways. You can have this gun." The malefic gunner caught the gun and observed it. "Thanks for the gun. And that heavy chunk of metal is important. I'll come back for it later." Layla replied as she twirled the gun on her hand as if it was a toy. "You lovebirds! The hallway is clear, let's move out and go to the kitchen first." Franco called out to the two with a low voice that is enough for them to hear.