The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 573 - 597 Awakening
Chapter 573: Chapter 597: Awakening Chapter 573: Chapter 597: Awakening The night was far from peaceful; both sides dispatched several scouting teams to gather intelligence and hunt each other in the darkness. Lancelot ignored all of this because he knew it was just an appetizer before the main course, so he had his companions retire early to a demiplane for rest, and he himself entered into a calm state of Qi Cultivation, just like countless nights before.
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When the ice-blue sun reluctantly trailed up the distant peaks, Lancelot felt a slight vibration from the ground. Frost Giants—just like all giants—were both massive and heavy. Even on clear days, the step of a distant giant could be mistaken by farmers for thunder, and when two thousand such beings, towering over twenty feet tall and weighing nearly a ton, began their march, their presence could be felt within a ten-mile radius.
The Human Knight stood up and pulled out a small Jade Token from his chest, which he gently pressed to his forehead, then tossed it onto an open handkerchief in front of him. The Jade Token passed through the dimensional entrance on the handkerchief and entered a stone room; then, as if sprouting wings, flew toward the room’s far end, into a world that was not barren but rather dull.
The Jade Token immediately found its target, flying toward a dying campfire not far away. There were four bedrolls beside the fire, two of which were empty—Alamir was bathing in a nearby stream, while old Reap was brushing his teeth further upstream. Of course, Reap didn’t spit the mouthwash back into the stream; even a Werewolf understood not to anger the team’s Priest.
The Jade Token flew next to the fire and halted, hovering more than four feet above the ground, and Lancelot’s voice followed.
“Rise and shine, companions, Gorgiad’s army has already started moving, we’ll depart in ten minutes,”
After a few more seconds, the same voice sounded again, clearly it wasn’t a method of real-time communication. The Dwarf, woken by the noise, groggily crawled out of his sleeping bag, grabbed the Jade Token out of the air, and Lancelot’s voice stopped immediately.
“Got it, I’ll be there soon…”
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Bruto muttered to the Jade Token before tossing it back into the air, watching the little trinket Lancelot called a ‘Sound Transmission Talisman’ fly back on its own. Next to him, Scholar was yawning and sitting up from his roll, while Bruto himself crashed back into his bedding with a thud.
“Looks like you could use a wake-up call,”
Alamir approached Bruto while wiping himself with a blanket. He stopped next to the Dwarf, playfully shook his wet hair, sending a few cold droplets precisely onto the Dwarf’s neck, causing him to jump out of his bedding as if electrocuted.
“Damn Elves!” Bruto yelled after Alamir, who was already running away, “I swear, if you use that stupid wake-up trick one more time, I’m going to…”
“You heard what Lancelot just said!” Alamir shouted back from afar, “We’re departing in ten minutes! Don’t be slow, or we won’t wait for you!”
“Damn Elves!” Bruto cursed again, while struggling to put on his boots.
When his companions emerged punctually from the demiplane, Lancelot was somewhat surprised. Although he had said ten minutes, based on previous experience, he was prepared not to see anyone before twenty minutes had passed.
“Right on time today,” Lancelot smiled at Bruto, “Are you all excited for the upcoming battle?”
“Ah… haha… of course…” Bruto glared fiercely at the Elf, who tilted his head slightly with an expression that said ‘no need to thank me’.
“Hmm? Little Issa? You’re finally awake,” Kalalin noticed a figure by Lancelot’s side that had been missing for quite some time. “I thought you might have been under some sort of magical curse…”
“Hello, Uncle Kalalin,” Little Issa smiled shyly. “Did I really sleep for over ten days? Brother Lancelot told me that, but it felt like just a regular nap to me, and I even had some interesting dreams…”
“It’s the effect of Titan’s Blood,” Bruto stated with certainty. “Did you gain any new abilities? Like making your body grow bigger, for instance?”
“Grow bigger?” Little Issa subconsciously covered her chest. “I haven’t… What do you mean?”
“Lancelot, Bruto, and old Reap can now temporarily transform into giants, but your way of utilizing Titan’s Blood must be different from ours,” Lancelot shook his head. “Never mind that, how do you feel now? Are you uncomfortable in any way?”
“I feel… really good, better than I’ve ever felt before,” Little Issa raised her hands subconsciously, her eyes gradually showing a look of disbelief, “Wait… this is… Look at me!”
“So you’ve just noticed, huh?” Lancelot chuckled. “I saw it the moment I laid eyes on you; you look much healthier than before.”
Everyone looked over curiously, only to see that the little vampire’s skin was no longer the lifeless gray-white. Under the snow-white skin, which was soft like mutton fat, there was a rosy glow, and her hair had become thick and smooth, making her resemble the daughter of a noble family.
“What’s going on here?” Even the slow-witted Bruto noticed the girl’s change. “Just a few sips of Titan’s Blood, and it cured your vampire curse?”
“I think I’m still a vampire… maybe?” Little Issa extended her index finger to flip her upper lip, showing her pointed and long fangs to everyone, “Is this the effect of Titan’s Blood…”
“And you only had a tiny sip; I’ve still got a whole bottle for you here,” Lancelot said with a smile. “Any other changes? Did your strength increase a bit? What about your reaction speed?”
Hearing this, Little Issa drew the two short swords at her waist, tossing them in her hands faster and faster until they formed a cold band of light.
“This feeling is just marvelous!” The girl’s smile gradually spread across her face, and with a final toss of the short swords into the air, they landed perfectly back in their sheaths. “Ha! I finally did it!”
“That’s awesome,” Lancelot applauded. “Alright, let’s get going. There’s a big battle about to happen outside.”
“A big battle?” Little Issa’s curiosity piqued as she turned her head. “Is Geogad coming to attack the Gate of Stroddet?”
“No, that was days ago; we are now on the edge of the Prince of Wrath’s lair. Come on, it will take us a while to get there on the way, and you will learn what has happened during the days of your slumber…”
