Not even he or Qian, let alone Master William of the Silver Storm, could accomplish that.
Is it because of the Dragon Bloodline? But I’ve never heard that the Golden People’s bloodline can overcome levels; it’s just said to have better talent.
Brand furrowed his brow, unable to find a clue, but at that moment, he suddenly sensed something. Looking up, he noticed that the noise of falling rocks had indeed lessened. This was undoubtedly the best news for him at the moment. He quickly pushed aside the chaotic thoughts in his mind, extended a hand, and easily lifted the rocks pressing down on him, then pushed them, causing the rubble to roll down into the darkness.
Brand quickly crawled out of the debris and then rescued Qian as well. The two finally reached a relatively flat rock, gazing around to find that a huge cavity had formed beneath the collapsed hall, with them located in its middle. Any trace of human presence had long since vanished from above.
Brand surveyed the surroundings. Theoretically, when the hall’s ground collapsed, besides him and Qian, William and Owena should have also been swept into the mud and sand. Others, bound by the Lightning Cage on the walls, should not be in too much danger. However, when Brand strained to spot William and Owena in the darkness, he saw no one.
"Strange." He was slightly stunned. Judging by Owena’s and William’s strength, they should have escaped earlier than him. The previous collapse appeared dangerous, but for beings of their level, it should have been no trouble at all.
"Lord, look over there!" Qian, once pulled out from the gravel by Brand, remained silent beside him. However, as a half-Dragon, her eyesight was obviously much better than Brand’s.
Brand then looked in the direction she indicated. After a while, he finally saw a light dot flying out of the darkness. But not until the light source neared did he realize it wasn’t a light dot at all but William, flying in mid-air, holding a glowing Magic Wand.
Closer still, Brand suddenly realized the Old Mage was carrying someone in his hand—from the platinum body made of lightning; who else could it be but Owena?
William’s Flying Skill was extremely fast, appearing before Brand almost instantly. He descended lightly, his robe billowing up slightly, then landed steadily in front of Brand. With a toss of his hand, he flung Owena in front of Brand.
"She actually fainted?" Brand gaped in disbelief at the tightly-closed eyes of Owena. How could he believe this was the previously invincible Lord Heroic Spirit? Normally, once their body was perfected, even falling from several thousand feet wouldn’t cause them to faint by any means. How humiliating.
"You guessed right, little guy. After leaving that hall, her strength sharply declined," the Old Mage replied, "When I found her, her strength was at most at Upper Silver. Moreover, her Magic Power continued to drain. It can be foreseen that if this continues, she might find it difficult even to maintain her form."
"I see." Brand was slightly taken aback, but then he became somewhat troubled again. Looking at the Lightning Girl on the ground, he couldn’t help but ask, "So what’s the situation now? Did we win or lose? This fellow won’t try to back out on our deal, will she?"
"Ahem... What do you take me for!" the moment Brand finished speaking, the fainted Owena unexpectedly awakened. Though she still looked somewhat weak, she first gave Brand an annoyed glare. "Though I loathe opportunists, a win is a win, and I would never deny it!"
The girl took a breath, her face becoming significantly rosier. Beside her, both Brand and William frowned slightly because they simultaneously noticed that Owena’s power aura seemed to strengthen suddenly.
"Your strength can recover?" Brand blurted out, "But wasn’t the hall destroyed? Wait, you..."
He squinted his eyes, as if realizing something.
But the Silver Mage Leader evidently reacted sooner than him, showing a sudden understanding on his face.
"Humph, I suppose you have a bit of wit." Owena replied, annoyed, "You’re almost right. My power doesn’t grow stronger the closer I get to the hall, but the closer I am to the Holy Gun Sky, the closer my strength approaches its peak state. You must have guessed it, I’m not any Sky Blue Knight—I am Sky Dome."
"Ha..." Brand felt like he had been punched in the face: "So everything until now has been your self-directed performance?"
"Not entirely. As a Divine Artifact, I certainly have the prerogative to choose my owner." Owena raised her chin, responding proudly.
"Alright, anyway, it doesn’t have much to do with us now." Brand shrugged; he wasn’t seeing a Magic Equipment with a soul for the first time. Didn’t the Wind Queen’s Ring in his possession seal the Heroic Spirit from the Saint War Era? Moreover, many famous Magic Equipment within the Amber Sword had similar mechanisms, but rarely did the sealed Heroic Spirit reach this level of power.
Yet the more it was so, the more it proved Sky Dome’s value. He pondered for a moment and continued, "Regardless, you’ve acknowledged our victory before, right? So now you can choose who will be your owner, isn’t that so?"
"Yes—" Owena answered through gritted teeth, "But before that, I have one question."
"Hmm?"
"I want to know how she managed to penetrate my Elemental Power!" The girl in lightning form looked at Qian, revealing a once-again incredulous expression. Like Brand, she couldn’t fathom why a being at Golden Rank could disregard her Destiny Element’s influence.
Brand gave Qian a glance and thought for a while. "Perhaps it’s the Dragon bloodline?"
"Impossible!" Owena categorically denied, "It’s just the Golden People, when did their bloodline possess such power? Unless there’s been some genetic mutation in the past ten thousand years, but the probability is too small."
"Genetic mutation?" Brand mulled over each word, was this a setting in Amber Sword?
Yet the girl of lightning merely gave a cold snort, not answering him.
The darkness seemed to lapse once again into silence until Great Mage William pondered momentarily and spoke, "Perhaps I know why?"
"Hmm?" Everyone turned their attention to him.
"In our history, there are some things capable of changing destiny, breaking free from the bindings of fate," the Old Mage replied slowly, "Brand, you know that little girl Alorz, right?"
"Ah!" Brand exclaimed abruptly, a sudden realization dawning on him, "I understand now!"
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