Hell Difficulty Tutorial Chapter 673 – Planet below

I pause and think. Some kind of scent mark from Biscuit, the mark from Lissandra’s probably still in place, and now one from the Ruler of Greed. This has to stop somewhere.

I ask.

As he talks, I can hear amusement in his voice.

He pauses, and I turn away from the panel to look out the window, where the cracked portion has been plastered with materials salvaged from the room. The crack keeps spreading even now. The lights are entirely off now, and only the red glow from the planet below gives any illumination.

I almost chuckle at those words. Trouble for Greed likely means a dead , also known as a poor attendee. But that can only be expected. As much as she can be friendly and nice at times, the Ruler of Greed has a single goal in mind.

Killing Pride.

Even at the cost of her own life, thousands, millions of others, entire tutorials, and entire planets. All ready to be sacrificed for that single greed driven goal.

I’m already having trouble breathing, even though I tried to do it as little as possible. I feel blood in my mouth, and my passive healing is trying to mend the internal wounds it causes.

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The elf lies.

The replicas of the last elf sure can be annoying at times. But at least they are talkative for being replicas of someone so old, or maybe they are as talkative because they have memories from when he was younger. Perhaps I wouldn’t want to meet a more powerful replica before getting stronger. Plus, I think they have a right to be annoying, since we’re the ones breaking into this place on a quest to eradicate them.

So who are the baddies? Us, or the replicas, with people being sent to kill them for whatever their main body wants to do?

I ask, deflecting a few more attempts from the presence I’ve been talking to, as it tries to connect to the deeper protocols of the golden halo.

The attempts continue the entire time and do not stop even as the elf answers,

I turn away from the panel and glance outside through the cracked window. Calling it a window feels wrong, since it’s basically just a towering sheet of glass that stretches from floor to ceiling. Beyond it, the burning planet glows like an ember, a splash of burning red color against the endless black.

There is a strange beauty in that view. It is raw and dangerous, the kind that draws you in even as it hides the countless lives it’s taken.

The replica continues,

After my question, the voice falls silent and comes back just as I wipe a drop of blood from my lip and use more thermal energy to heal the damage.

At the end of that sentence, the last elf may not laugh, but to me it sounds no different than if he had.

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I notice movement and watch as Tacita stands up and faces the gray man approaching her. He shouts something at her, at me, all the while coughing up blood. Malika stands nearby, slightly swaying from side to side with a faintly empty expression on her face.

I watch as Io moves toward Malika.

I get to my feet and turn toward Io, who is currently facing down Malika. Malika looks as if she is about to collapse, and Io is trying to help her.

I charge at Io, activating my eyes and with [Eclipse] draining the colors from the area. Projectiles form around me and shoot forward, and I use Wraith Dance to charge, reaching him at the same moment my projectiles do.

The thylarin faces me, and the world around me shifts. All the preparations and countermeasures I’ve set up activate at once, and I feel confident that I’ve done enough to counter his ability.

But it is all for nothing, and I find myself weightless in outer space, with the asteroid base passing half a mile in front of me and the planet behind me slowly pulling me toward its burning surface.

And even now, the last elf does not laugh.

With a burst of thermal energy, I melt the halo above my head. The voice cuts off as the metal turns to liquid, breaking into glowing droplets that drift before cooling and hardening again.

The asteroid base, now drifting farther away, looms large in my view. It’s a massive gray rock, its surface split by deep cracks that glint like they’re filled with gold. Hundreds of windows are scattered across its surface, some no bigger than my palm, others as large as the ones in the huge hangar-like room we left behind.

On the sides of the asteroid, three huge creatures are holding onto the rock. They are all entirely gray, with golden halos fixed above their heads, all of them turned to face me.