My Family in the Novel?

Chapter 180: First Act 49: The Sun 6

Sometimes, the things you plan meticulously don't unfold as expected. No matter how well-prepared you are, there's always that one unforeseen variable that disrupts your carefully laid-out plans.

The world operates on its own terms, and controlling every aspect is an impossibility. There are always variables to consider, and that's the nature of reality.

Sure, you can minimize the impact of these variables by sifting through them, discerning the crucial ones, and formulating plans accordingly.

Yet, even with this careful approach, there's no guarantee of a hundred percent success. Unexpected twists can still emerge, throwing your plans into disarray.

And now, here I was, facing an anticipated yet unexpected variable.

'Siena Scaith'

In the novel, she was the epitome of strength, a force to be reckoned with.

But still she had a somewhat decent, yet kind nature in character, quite the opposite of what I was seeing right now.

Her current actions of wreaking havoc without regard for the consequences.

Was not something I expected.

The city, the monsters, the buildings, and even the people caught in the vicinity were either sliced to death or crushed by debris.

It seemed like Siena had thrown caution to the wind, indifferent to the collateral damage unfolding around her.

I don't know who she's fighting but I can guess she's having fun based on the faint laughs that I can hear.

"Tck-!"

Slashing my sword downwards, the wind pressure lightened my descent, and I expertly balanced myself upon landing safely on the ground.

"Adrian!" Aria's voice called out as she descended slowly. In response, I jumped back up just in time, catching her before she reached the ground. Utilizing my aura, I cushioned her impact, ensuring she suffered no physical harm.

Looking around, I prepared to catch Elena as well, but to my surprise, she used some kind of divine magic to slow her descent. Though unfamiliar with the specific spell, it resembled the white veil I possessed.

A brief but intense glare from Elena to Aria and a smirking response from the latter indicated an impending argument.

However, the urgency of our situation prevailed, and they begrudgingly acknowledged that now was not the time for disputes.

As the paladins and the bishop also landed, we hurriedly made our way back to the square.

The echoes of Siena's fierce battle still lingered in the air.

Just one accidental slash from those two monsters would be the end of us.

.....

"Ah, dear goddess, please forgive our sins!"

"What was that weird white light just now?"

"The ground won't stop trembling!"

"Hey, is the teleportation spell not done yet?"

The crowd spiraled into a growing panic with every passing second. Strange, explosive-like sounds echoed in the distance, and the shockwaves emanating from them not only made it difficult to breathe but also challenged the very act of standing upright.

Amidst the chaos, Bella and Principal Victoria, though somewhat distracted by the mayhem around them, understood the paramount importance of focusing on the teleportation spell.

Haah...! A long sigh escaped Princess Christine as stress and urgency weighed heavily on her. She had no choice but to postpone her promise to Lilliana for the time being. Despite her declaration to search for Lilliana's brother, the chaotic events unfolding outside made it nearly impossible to fulfill that commitment.

'I'm sorry, Lilliana, but I'll just have to face your anger later. Everyone's safety is the top priority right now...'

Christine glanced at the scar on her palm, a remnant of her contact with help through her royal blood and invocation of the dragon blood within her.

The guardian dragon of the empire should have already sensed her distress call, yet there was still no sign of its imminent arrival.

A tinge of worry crossed Christine's face as she contemplated whether she should resort to cutting herself again to intensify the call.

However, she quickly dismissed the idea; there was a limit to how frequently the imperial family could utilize the dragon blood within them.

This unique ability allowed them to communicate with dragons, summon their guardians, or enhance their own abilities.

Aware that the situation could take a turn for the worse at any given moment, Christine understood the necessity of using this special power judiciously.

As It might be their only lifeline in the impending crisis.

....

"We're here, haha..." Alex chuckled nervously. He hadn't expected to survive the chaos outside, but against the odds, they managed to make it back.

With the unconscious Analise draped over his broad shoulder, he stepped inside the protective barrier. Healers and priests rushed to attend to Analise, taking her from him with utmost care before directing Alex to sit down.

"Do you have your hand?" asked a concerned priest.

"Unfortunately, no...."

"Then I can only close it. Are you fine with that?"

"Yes."

Despite the advanced healing magic and potent potions capable of regrowing severed limbs, it appeared that the priest here lacked the strength or resources for such high-grade procedures.

During the battle, Alex was fortunate to lose only his left arm, but Analise, unfortunately, wasn't as lucky.

A piece of debris had struck her head, rendering her unconscious. The sight of blood trickling down her forehead fueled Alex's anger, his fist clenching in frustration at his inability to protect her.

"Ana?"

Suddenly, a voice pulled Alex's attention. Looking in front of him, he saw Lilliana Vulter Telllus, one of Analise's many masters. "What happened?" inquired Lilliana. Despite being bloodied herself, the sheer power emanating from her made Alex shiver. The anger in Lilliana's eyes was palpable as she scrutinized Alex.

"We got caught up in that," Alex explained, pointing behind him. Streaks of black and white light blurred in the distance, creating shockwaves whenever they intersected.

Although Lilliana felt the initial surge of anger, she quickly suppressed it. She knew she didn't have the right to be angry with Alex. Analise might be injured, but he was in a similar state. Lilliana didn't have all the details, but it was evident that the young man in front of her had tried his best to protect Analise. The chaos outside had been beyond anyone's control.

"Senior... I mean, Council President, is there any news about Adrian yet?"

Alex asked out of curiosity. Honestly, as much as he worried for Tristan, he was also concerned about Adrian, who seemed kind of lost for some time now.

Though he had only seen a bit of what Adrian could do when they first met, Alex knew he wasn't weak enough to be taken down by low-ranking monsters or demons.

"No... nothing yet" replied Lilliana in a somber voice.

Although she wanted to find him immediately, she understood the implications of pushing her body further. It might become dangerously risky for her now.

All she could do was wait and hope that her little brother was alright.