Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world Chapter 475: The Dead Clock Spire [2]

Elize scanned the boundless desert sands, then turned her gaze back to Charlotte.

"Tell me everything that happened. From the beginning."

Charlotte drew in a deep breath and started narrating the incidents... Lyssandra's abrupt emergence on the highway, the green gem, their sudden teleportation into the tower, and the raging time storm.

Elize heard her out without a word, her expression turning graver with each detail.

Once Charlotte wrapped up, Elize remained silent for a prolonged instant.

Finally, she said, "This tower... the Dead Clock Spire. One of the deadliest out there. Its time field blocks all sorts of time powers. Time storms serve as its main defense—they don't merely shift sand... they warp time itself."

"Brandon might be mere seconds distant... or years apart... or stuck in one eternal frozen instant."

Charlotte balled her fists tight. "I have to find him."

"We will," Elize declared resolutely. "But not without a plan. These towers follow strict rules. An exit gate always exists, though it shifts position. Guardians, traps, and perils lurk everywhere, crafted to shatter minds as much as bodies."

Hearing that, fear made Charlotte's eyes tremble. "K-Kael... I pray nothing befalls him before we reach him."

Elize shut her eyes briefly. ’Truth be told, I’m terrified too... what if the time storm hurled him into another timeline, be it past or future... who can say.’

’Kael...’

She faced Charlotte again. ’Poor Char must be heartbroken... she grew strong solely to shield him, yet she couldn’t.’

’She’ll torment herself endlessly if we fail to locate Brandon.’

To steady her pounding heart, she inhaled deeply and placed a hand on Charlotte’s shoulder. "We’ll definitely find him."

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A gentle howl rose from the desert winds encircling them, bearing tiny sand particles that pricked like sharp pins.

Brandon remained rooted to the spot, his pulse thundering in his chest.

’Rheanne Himelle?’

She seemed younger, maybe early twenties... yet unmistakably the same woman.

He recognized her instantly—the one from the church encounter.

Rheanne's eyes darted to him momentarily, her striking blue gaze sharpening with a hint of bewilderment.

’A civilian...?’

Finding a regular person amid this fatal tower clearly caught her off guard.

’Huh... hold on.’

In a blur, she materialized right before him, her speed leaving Brandon no time to react.

Instinctively, Brandon retreated a step, eyeing her warily, uncertain if she posed as ally or foe in this bizarre realm.

With unexpected tenderness, Rheanne grasped his wrist and drew him near in a seamless pull.

Shock widened her eyes completely.

"You can wield the energy too...?"

She fixed her stare on him. "Finally..." she murmured, her hold on his wrist firming slightly.

"Another soul besides mine who commands this ’otherworldly’ energy..."

Brandon parted his lips to reply, but piercing shrieks erupted from the two lingering guardians at her rear.

SCRREECHHHH

Sand burst skyward around them as the colossal beasts pounced.

Their limbs stretched into lethal sand-forged swords, slashing viciously at Rheanne’s rear.

Gently, Rheanne released Brandon’s hand.

She pivoted toward the guardians, fingers clenching the grip of her slim silver sword.

With effortless grace, she unsheathed it.

The lead guardian's sand sword descended in a brutal downward chop.

Rheanne made no attempt to evade.

Her blade rose to clash directly with the assault.

CLANG!

A tangible shockwave pulsed from the collision, hurling sand outward in a pristine circular blast.

The guardian's weapon crumbled against her sword, crumbling into inert dust.

Ere the second could finish its charge, Rheanne sprang into action.

Advancing, she arced her sword in a broad, sweeping stroke.

SHHHING-

A flawless single slash bisected both guardians.

Their enormous sand forms halted in place, then detonated in dual showers of golden grains cascading over the dunes.

Runes atop the adjacent stone archway blazed fiercely, then faded, signaling surrender.

Slowly, Rheanne sheathed her sword—no speck of sand marred her pristine white gown or cascading locks.

Fully facing Brandon, her eyes traced the fresh gashes and scrapes dotting his arms, torso, and visage.

Her gaze sharpened as she approached. "Did light energy mend those wounds of yours too?"

Brandon blinked, mind still reeling from the chaos.

Ere he could speak, she pressed on, "What’s your ability? How are you holding up? Fought lots of those bizarre monsters before?"

Stunned in place, he stammered, "Um..."

Rheanne halted, aware of her piercing scrutiny.

"Oh... I got a bit too thrilled. It’s my first time meeting someone who can wield the ’energy’ just like me."

Brandon’s scowl intensified as the fragments gradually aligned in his thoughts.

’Hold on, hold on... don’t tell me... have I truly journeyed back through time?’

Gulping nervously, he posed the query scorching within him.

"What year is it right now?"

Rheanne lifted a brow, evidently baffled by the inquiry.

"1502," she responded plainly. "Why do you ask?"

Brandon: -_-

’I’m damn well 550 years back in time?’

He gripped his head, eyes fixed on the sand under his boots. ’Wait—perhaps only the time in this tower has looped to the past. If I step out, I might return to the present... hopefully.’

’Charlotte must be panicking and hunting for me at this very moment...’

Rheanne observed the youth before her with silent intrigue. ’I never thought I’d encounter someone who can manipulate the energy...’ she pondered, a spark of hope igniting in her heart.

’But this is perfect. It’ll ease the weight from my shoulders.’

She scanned the boundless dunes encircling them. ’I can’t battle all those beasts solo in this realm.’

The entire world reveres her as a Goddess for shielding them from those fiends, but it’s an crushing load...

... since ’at present’ she remains the only one globally who can wield ’ether’, the inaugural and solitary awakener.

Her stare fell to the sand, drawing in a long, steady breath.

’Finally, I can catch a breather... though first, I must verify he’s decent.’

’What if he twists this power toward evil deeds? Like those Emperors plotting to turn me into their tool...’

She raised her eyes once more and examined Brandon closely.

Brandon eventually dropped his hands from his head and faced her.

He inhaled deeply, striving to calm his nerves.

Looking at him, she questioned, "What’s your name, young man?"

"...Brandon Kael."