Rivers of the Night - Chapter 667

Chapter 667: Echoing Words

Blood spurted, and the air almost lagged with its screams. Those Theron killed fell so quickly that they didn’t get a chance to beg for their lives. It was instead those that realized that death was approaching who began to allow the howling winds to carry their screams.

Matriarch Hall hurriedly stood in the distance, her own Third Eye surging—only to find it swiftly suppressed.

Her head snapped into the air to find that a rotating, bronzed platform had appeared high above her at some unknown point. It was like her Third Eye was forced into a cage it couldn’t peel itself out of. She didn’t feel any suppression on her actual strength, except for the fact her ability to communicate with Mana beyond the cage of the platform was suddenly restricted.

With fury on her expression, she punched skyward, realizing that even flight was impossible. Without the ability to communicate with her Third Eye, she couldn’t control atmospheric Mana, so she likewise couldn’t fly. She was completely grounded.

Yet her fist was worthless.

With no atmospheric Mana, she could only rely on the power her body itself was generating. Her Ice Mana wasn’t Flux Mana, so she couldn’t use it to strengthen her punch at all.

Even so, the power of a Dome of Heaven expert was unquestionable, even if it was considerably weaker in body than a Flux Mancer would be.

However, what good was it when the Dagger Call Platform was hundreds of meters in the air and built of a material more solid than anything the Matriarch had ever seen?

BOOM!

The Dagger Call Platform swayed in the air, but it was unbothered and unmoved.

She cursed beneath her breath, realizing that she was going to have to find Theron on foot. She stomped a heel into the ground, exploding forward with an abnormal pace.

Unsurprisingly, the Dagger Call Platform followed her from up above, swiftly continuing its restraint.

In the distance, Theron sensed the danger the moment it started. Veins bulged across his forehead, but his gaze remained cold as he began to spread out his attacks.

[Water Bullets] appeared from nowhere at all, drilling holes into unsuspecting victims. The range of the screams became wider and wider until the Matriarch wasn’t exactly sure where to go.

Macie had already begun to chase Theron down like a madwoman, but she was entirely unable to track him. She was the only one with a Third Eye that was just fine in this environment, but Theron had used [Water Clone] and blanketed the region in his own Third Eye, making it feel as though he was both everywhere and nowhere at all.

Theron, though, knew that this couldn’t continue.

The plumes of dust he had kicked up were large, but they would settle down. And if he wanted to escape, he would have to run away from this general region as well. There were very few options for what he could do.

Which was why he didn’t run away at all.

In a move no one would have expected, Theron appeared in the depths of the Matriarch’s Palace and stomped a foot.

The entire foundation shook.

When Theron first stepped in here, he saw the streams of cold water and the formations maintaining them. It was a truly beautiful landscape, but he saw something else.

Water Mana.

The amount of energy Theron was wasting in trying to find and convert Water Mana was far too much.

To make matters worse, because of the unique environment of the planet, Dark Mana was also hard to come by. Snow reflected a great deal of sunlight, keeping many areas perpetually lit.

With the number of moons there were in the skies and their density of Ice Mana, the moonlight—though not as bright as the sunlight—was still far brighter than usual moons would be. This left it feeling like the planet was in a perpetual state of day, and the night they did experience was incredibly short.

Two of Theron’s greatest reliances were in very short supply.

But not anymore.

The palace shook, and pillars of water erupted.

One after another, Theron’s Echoes took shape… all four of them.

Then, one after another, his Mandates erupted… all four of them.

…

Matriarch Hall’s head snapped toward her palace as the roof was blown off.

“NO!”

There was nothing she could do.

The disciples were scattering, running toward her as her power surged, thinking that they would be safer with their Matriarch.

But Theron seemed to know this as well.

The pillars of water blew the roof off perfectly, sending it spiraling in the direction of the Matriarch.

Without her ability to control atmospheric Mana, she could only watch as it spun in her direction. She knew she would be fine. But it wasn’t her that was the problem.

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

The Matriarch watched it all happen as though it was in slow motion, her disciples flattening before her eyes, their screams squashed along with their dreams and lives.

The palace shattered when it impacted her body, entirely unable to harm her. It even fell to pieces as it collided with the Dagger Call Platform above her head, unable to harm it either.

But those that it was certainly meant to harm couldn’t have been more dead.

And then she saw Theron finally through all the dust and debris. The harsh winds from the palace’s roof had sent the dust that once covered the battlefield flying, revealing a young man hovering in the air with large rivers of Water Mana roaring around him, each hundreds of meters long and dozens of meters thick.

Its control was immaculate, his presence dominating.

And then the collapse of the roof kicked up more plumes of dust, and he vanished from her sight once again, the world falling to darkness.

However, she knew he was coming.

A sinking feeling moved through her gut, the very same one the Nightingale Ancestor Bird was feeling right this moment.

The words of Theron echoed in her ears once more.

“Are you going to make an enemy out of me?”