Reincarnated into a Snow Griffin-Chapter 124

With my wings closed and no pull of the Abyss energy getting in my way as my magic clashes with the fog and makes a barrier against its effects, creating a bubble of normality inside a blizzard that I could control I get to fly with my own wings between buildings and crooked foliage, easily dismissing the dangers on the ground for the prize that I was aiming for.

And speaking of it the whale, on the other hand... had been greatly affected by the lack of inversion of the gravity, for centuries being centered around the ball of fog enough to get molded by it, now having to compensate against a new pull from under it starts wobbling and falling as it tries to keep itself afloat, such big unfit for flying creature now having to beat inexistent wings, unused to gravity after who knows how many years in this horrendous cycle state.

However I cannot count myself victorious for, as much as I have a lot of MP to use my magic with, a side glance at my status tells me just how fast keeping this magic up is costing me, not because it is a widespread powerful magic on itself but because it is being consumed by the hungry fog, the numbers going down faster than seconds.

A frown starts to form on my face but I brush my worries off as I keep my complete focus on the fight up ahead.

I take my metal fan out and with it closed I focus my energy at its tip while still freely falling down, pulling it back behind me and stretching the energy into a very long whip that the next second whistles out towards the monster, the almost invisible wind force reaching out and attaching itself around it as I pull the whale towards myself, reaching the beast as fast as possible.

Any movement coming from this big creature seems slow and overwhelming, but it is actually quite fast for a half dead beast as it spits a corrosive substance in my direction mid movement, and as slow as it may be with the gravity working on it and its attacks once more the resistance of the air makes it hard to avoid anything moving my way, the speeds adding to each other and making things hit each other faster than expected.

Good thing I made sure to keep my flying skills in shape, especially dodging and turning midair, and even against moving targets like this I can instinctively move away from their collision route as they, differently from myself, the corrosive substance did not have wings and could only follow the same straight trajectory that they were spit at, the gobbles of murky liquid passing by as I dodge and reach my objective.

Only that, without the force of the fog, the ones spit before started falling down, joining the new ones thrown by the whale monster, raining acid around and all over me.

In the end, liking it or not, I see myself surrounded by corrosive substance in no time, going up and down, in and out of my vision, so I am left with no choice but to act upon it and not only dodge as any free space grows rarer by the second.

So I involve myself with my whip and, using my own fall to my advantage, close my wings even more and twist and turn my body around, my tail freely whipping in the air and directing it as the wind rushes pass me, making a small hurricane around me and hitting any liquid that gets too close, but such tactics drain my already consuming magic and, without much to take from I risk it and do not make a barrier around too, which makes that I’m still hit by the splatter of such oozy substance and grit my teeth as it hits my skin and wings and bubbles the place apart, making me have to focus harder and protect my face until I am close enough to attack it.

Which I don’t, not at first, not until I find Ethan and am sure not to hit him by mistake.

But while searching my magic is ticking down.

The whale, even with its ghastly eyes, seems mad at me for avoiding most of its attacks, and clashes its jaws right on my path, fleshy and crooked teeth making a unique sound as I avoid its massive mouth while looking for signs of Ethan inside.

He could not have been eaten now, could he...?

With a heavy heart and clenching my jaw I look for blood, vests or even pieces of him, but the more I look the more battle marks I find, hits and huge slashs on the whale’s cheek, some older wounds, but what catches my eye is the freshly made ones.

Had he fought, even in that state, even under the Abyss fog’s power?

I cannot help the smile that curves my lips, that’s my man, fighting with all his might, always.

However there is still the question left, after all where is he?

As far as I can see the ground floor I do not find him or any signs of him, so the only thing left to do is, when searching of a needle in a pile of junk start getting rid of all the excess.

And this excess, in this case, is coming right for me.

With a wide curve of its monumental body midair the whale twisted an attack on my side, but as big and fast it had proven to be the monster lacked intelligent use and different attacks, only hammering its body against stuff like a bull and wishing for it to hit, and when too far to do so the acid spitting is the only attack beyond brute force it had so far.

So once it misses me and foolishness exposes its belly for me, it would have been impolite of me to not take the chance and, passing my two fingers along the edge of the fan, freeze an Ice Sword up its ledge right on time to slice the belly of the creature open, not too deep in case Ethan was truly inside it.

Only that, the creature did not even flinch and, with its guts spilling out its stomach and in the air, turned around to launch another attack.

Undead mindless monsters... just what I needed.