Princess's Struggle for Survival-Chapter 293: Light vs Darkness

Inside the dim and lifeless defensive barrier, Lyra held Astrid’s hand, her expression serious, her blue eyes scanning the surroundings with vigilance.

Since the dark mist had seeped into the transparent shield, everything around them had become unsafe.

The dark arrows, shifting between solid, liquid, and gaseous states, were attacking the two of them more often as time passed.

Continuing to defend passively like this... was not a solution...

Swinging her sword to cut through two sharp arrows that came whistling towards them, the light on the Sword of Light dimmed a bit more.

Lyra felt the depletion of her mental energy, and the arm that had been pecked by the eagle’s beak earlier began to itch faintly.

Even though she knew that continuous defense wouldn’t solve the problem, the current situation didn’t allow Lyra to find a way out.

After all, up to now, they still didn’t know exactly who was attacking them.

Continuing to channel mental energy into the sword, Lyra turned her head to look at Astrid, who was holding a staff, her red eyes calmly stared at the surging sea of mist in the distance.

Even though there was no extra light in the environment, the deep blue brooch that rose and fell with her breath continued to flash with dazzling spots, like flakes of light peeled off from a star.

"Astrid..."

"Did you notice anything?"

Feeling that the other’s hand was somewhat cold, Lyra increased the intensity of her light elemental magic, and a warm current passed through their skin, accurately transmitted to the silver-haired princess beside her.

After a moment of silence, Astrid’s mental energy returned from the chaotic flow of dark elements to her mind, and she spoke softly.

"I don’t sense the presence of any other creatures in this dark mist for now."

The undead creatures like the bone dogs and bone eagles they had encountered in the morning did not appear here.

"Lyra, you should still have two crystal stones left, right?"

For safety reasons, the academy had distributed two crystal stones to each student before organizing them to enter the mountains for hunting, to deal with various emergencies.

Astrid had just used one, so the ones on Lyra should still be intact.

"Yes."

With that, Lyra held the sword in front of her chest and chanted a low incantation. A translucent light film projected from the sword, blocking several sticky dark arrows.

"Let’s break out first, and use them if something unexpected happens later," Astrid said.

When the attacker has the ability to penetrate the defensive barrier, staying here might not be the safest option.

Lyra, of course, understood this. She had only been worried that there might be more monsters lying in wait outside the barrier. Now, hearing Astrid’s reconnaissance results, she finally felt relieved and tried to leave the barrier.

"Then I’ll let go first... Astrid, be careful...."

Although the Sword of Light appears to be a one-handed sword, sometimes Lyra needed to use her other hand to assist, balancing left and right, and channeling mental energy in both directions to better release its power.

Upon hearing this, Astrid proactively let go and left the holy knight who was radiating light and heat. In the next second, she immediately felt a chill creeping up her legs.

Fortunately, Astrid was prepared, and her clear mind quickly suppressed the desperate atmosphere deliberately rendered by the dark mist.

The incantation Lyra was chanting, the Light Spell, successfully released with the help of the faint light elemental particles emanating from the Sword of Light.

In an instant, like a flash of lightning across a rainy night, the vision of the two brightened for a moment.

Lyra saw the familiar trees, flowers, and the extinguished campfire, immediately realizing that they were not in a separate space different from reality as before, but were merely blocked by the dark mist in this small area.

In that case... the difficulty of breaking through was greatly reduced...

Gripping the hilt tightly, the sword-shaped light mark under her fingernail suddenly brightened under Lyra’s personal will.

Immediately after, tiny points of light bloomed at the tip of the Sword of Light, and then the entire blade was enveloped in a blazing halo, so bright it was somewhat blinding.

Turning her wrist, she fully ignited the Sword of Light. Lyra and Astrid exchanged a glance in the light, determined the direction of their breakout, and the sharp tip of the sword pointed directly at the dark mist.

Light and dark, these two elements that are mutually dependent and repelling in mysticism, collided with a sound like boiling water.

Astrid, about half a step behind Lyra, used the continuous flow of wind elements to blow away the dark mist that attempted to cling to them.

The surging wind, the deafening roar, Lyra continuously thrust the sword into the dark mist, the scorching light piercing through layers of dark mist, like the dawn breaking.

"Sss..."

Just as Lyra felt that everything was going surprisingly smoothly, she suddenly felt a huge counterforce in front of her.

The usually indestructible Sword of Light seemed to be blocked by something, unable to advance.

Her fingers stiffened slightly, and Lyra channeled mental energy again.

The light on the sword intensified, showing signs of reigniting, and this bright light also illuminated the object blocking the tip of the sword.

It was a mass darker than the night, similar in shape to a human, with limbs and a torso, but its features were too dark to see, and its body dripped with ink-like liquid. What was blocking the Sword of Light was its chest.

Before she could blink, the shadow reached out to touch the blade of the Sword of Light.

Seeing this, Lyra increased the flow of mental energy, and the scorching light illuminated the shadow’s hand, causing the limb holding the sword to melt away.

However, this did not stop the shadow’s actions. It continued to hold the blade, and the ink-like liquid evaporated and then condensed again, refilling its body.

Although the Sword of Light had the ability to burn the shadow, the specific intensity it could release was directly linked to the wielder, Lyra Beckett.

Now, even though the holy knight had her own weapon, her true strength was only that of a junior grand knight.

Neither her strength nor her mental energy reserves were sufficient for such a high-consumption battle.

Pushing back with her legs, the blade left a trail of burning light as it passed through the shadow. Lyra exhaled and immediately saw the shadow pouncing towards her.

Lyra was about to raise her sword to face the enemy when a magical familiar suddenly sounded from behind.

In a series of crisp freezing sounds, blue-white crystals formed on the surface of the shadow, freezing it at an extremely fast speed.

In less than a few seconds, the dense dark was trapped within, and the layered ice seemed to have tailored a transparent cage for it.

It... was frozen?

Lyra turned her head in surprise, looking at Astrid, who was holding a staff tightly, her silver hair floating in the wind, and her red eyes reflecting the light from the sword.

"The effect seems quite good..."

Astrid’s tone was calm, and the brooch on her left chest swayed, causing faint magical fluctuations.

Taking advantage of the loud noise from the light and dark reaction, Astrid chanted the english incantation of the Freeze Spell.

Her exceptional affinity for ice elements, combined with the double amplification of the English incantation and the special brooch, allows this apprentice-level advanced spell to achieve an effect that only a peak Sorcerer or even magnus could create.

And at this moment, the dark-haired girl outside the barrier, peeking through the dark mist, saw every move of Astrid and Lyra, and naturally heard the language that came from Astrid’s mouths.

"How is this possible... she actually knows..."

The lead-dark pupils briefly contracted, and the woman pursed her lips, her cold expression showed a moment of surprise.

That brooch... and the ancient incantation that only they could chant...

Could this person be related to Grace, or does she have a backup plan for Grace’s resurrection?

Shifting her attention from Lyra to the silver-haired woman beside her, the woman carefully felt Astrid’s aura, her brows furrowing more and more.

Strong affinity for ice elements, but not a trace of the feeling that Grace once gave her.

No... it shouldn’t be her...

While thinking, the woman raised her hand, and the dense darkness obscured the moonlight under the tree shade, dyeing the entire area in ink.

Inside the barrier, the dark liquid on the shadow’s surface corroded the ice. Although it was only a tiny hole, it was enough for it to transform into gas and escape.

Seeing this, Lyra raised her sword again, controlling her center of gravity to prepare for the enemy.

However, the shadow did not pounce as she had imagined, but stood still, the sticky dark liquid continuously dripping, and the plants it touched withered instantly, as if all their life force had been drained in the brief moment of less than a second.

Seeing this, Astrid’s eyelids twitched slightly, and her inherent impression of the attacker was refreshed once again.

No wonder the Sword of Light felt both disgusted and nostalgic, the power the other party controlled far exceeded the limits they could currently understand.

Lyra was also stunned for a moment, the intense aura of death was so clear even from a few meters away.

If it came into contact with a human body, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Astrid, should we take another route?" Lyra said.

Their original intention was to retreat, not to fight to the death with a monster of unknown strength here.

Hearing this, Astrid shook her head and answered softly.

"Which route do you think we should take now?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Lyra followed Astrid’s gaze and her heart trembled immediately.

The darkness in the distance had solidified into entities, and shadows stood all around them.

The decaying dark liquid rose into mist, sweeping across the grass at an extremely fast speed.

Every inch of land within sight lost its vitality, the plants withered and shriveled, the insects fell silent, and the aura of despair spread everywhere.

"Gather the scattered wind elemental particles, arrange them in waves, connected from head to tail..."

A special language she had never heard before came to her ears. Lyra turned her head and saw Astrid, holding a staff, her dress fluttering in the wind.

"Use mental energy to attach ice elemental particles, lower the temperature, and disappear and reappear at a specific frequency..."

The crisp female voice echoed in the pitch-dark forest. In the elemental vision, Lyra saw ice and wind moving rapidly, at a speed that was far beyond what a peak Sorcerer could control.

What kind of spell is this?

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