Ark Undead

A burst of flame erupted from his right hand, instantly engulfing the Undead and Enya!

Enya felt her vision completely engulfed in flames before she lost consciousness.

The Undead stared at the flames surrounding him, not understanding what they were trying to convey. But he knew the flames hadn't harmed Enya. The fragile wisp of soul within Enya remained undisturbed, even becoming more solidified in the flames.

Yes, Enya's soul has grown strong enough to be detected by the undead.

"Miss!"

Horn Peak shouted out in a fit of rage, but SilverAsh pulled him back, preventing him from getting too close to the flames.

"Don't get agitated, Horn!"

At this moment, SilverAsh remained very calm; he did not believe that the Undead would harm his sister.

Perhaps this is a special way of communicating?

In that darkness, Enya opened her eyes.

What appeared before her was an extremely cramped room.

The room was filled with various paintings, a huge easel, and a large picture frame that had been covered with a canvas.

Right in front of the easel, on a high stool, sat a little girl in white.

Her hair was extremely long, braided, and dragged all the way to the ground.

Even though she didn't say anything, Enya got the answer from her intuition.

"Lord God?"

"Hmm... Little Enya?"

The painter turned her head, and the scales on her face confirmed that she was not a simple person.

Upon seeing Enya, the Painter smiled.

"You've finally arrived! It seems you've found Lord Ash?"

"Yes! That's right!"

Enya dared not approach. She stood several meters away from the Painter, bowing her head slightly, filled with respect for her own deity.

“I have heard your call and found your warrior, who is also the one who revealed himself to me in revelation.”

"Eh? But Lord Ash isn't my warrior, is he? Rather, he's my benefactor."

"Huh?"

Enya suddenly raised her head. She remembered that she had just been in front of the Undead, acting very high-profile, and knew what he looked like.

this...

Enya blinked.

broken!

"However, Lord Ash probably won't mind you calling him that, since he never cares about such details."

The painter waved his hand, which also dispelled Enya's tension.

"Enya, come here, come a little closer."

Enya felt a surge of joy and took two steps forward to stand before the Painter.

The painter turned to look at the canvas in front of her.

"Look, this painting depicts Lord Ash."

Enya turned her head and saw the image in the painting.

A warrior clad in full armor, wielding a spiraling greatsword.

His armor looked as if it had seen countless battles. But the fiery red patterns flowing across the armor seemed alive, even on the canvas, as if they were still there.

Not to mention, the top of the helmet that covered his face had molten, jagged patterns, resembling the crown of a god.

He lowered his head slightly and looked at the object in his left palm.

It was a ball of flame, a flame that should have been bright. But now it was extremely blurry, yet even so, looking directly at that flame made Enya's eyes swell and her head ache.

"Don't force yourself to look, okay? I'm just letting you see it once, don't look at it too much."

The painter reached out his little hand and patted Enya's head lightly.

Enya felt a cool sensation in her eyes, and then she felt comfortable again.

"Well... I asked you to come here because I wanted to talk to you about something, but it seems that it's no longer necessary now."

The painter picked up the paintbrush from the small table on the high stool beside her and looked at Enya beside her.

"Come closer."

Enya carefully nestled close to her deity.

The painter picked up his brush and gently touched the tip of Enya's nose.

In an instant, a flood of knowledge flowed from her nose into her brain, converging into the most exquisite lines, sketching a picture of a freezing winter landscape in Enya's mind.

"this..."

Enya stood frozen in place, the sheer volume of knowledge like a terrifying torrent, nearly crushing her mind.

"Don't be nervous, this is a spell that was supposed to be taught to you slowly. But considering that I'm no longer in Kalan, I'll just leave a seed in your head."

The painter put away her paintbrush and said with a smile.

"Once you get used to them, you'll understand how these spells are used!"

Just then, two figures emerged from the stairwell on the side of the small house.

An old man wearing a red pointed hat and carrying a worn-out and broken greatsword entered the room.

He was also holding a basket of liquid that looked like paint.

"Young Miss, I'm back."

"Grandpa Gale!"

When the Painter saw Gale, his smile deepened, and he stretched out his hands.

Gale approached the Painter, picked her up, and gently carried her to a tall table next to her, placing the paint basket she had been holding on the table as well.

Another figure casually found a seat and sat down. Yet he seemed to be bathed in the sunlight streaming in from the window, dazzling and radiant.

"Oh? An outsider?"

The man was wearing ordinary iron armor, with a somewhat comical sun painted on his chest.

Even its head was made of an upside-down iron bucket as a helmet, with a feather standing upright at the very top.

"Yes, Lord Solar, this is the successor I left behind in Kalan. He came here through Lord Ash, but he won't be staying long and will have to leave soon."

Upon hearing the Painter's name for the armored monster, Enya couldn't help but turn her head and bow slightly to the warrior named Solar as a sign of respect.

"Is that so! Haha, that's perfect. I'd like to ask you for a favor, okay?"

Enya nodded.

"Please speak."

...

Enya opened her eyes and sat up from the chair.

The undead sat quietly beside her, the flame in his right hand suddenly shrinking after Enya woke up, and then disappearing from his palm.

Meanwhile, SilverAsh, sitting opposite the two, unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. He leaned back in his chair and took another sip of coffee.

"You saw her?"

The Undead seemed to have anticipated what was about to happen.

"Yes...yes! Lord Ash."

After emerging from the flames, Enya's attitude towards the undead suddenly became respectful.

She stood up from her seat and bowed slightly to the undead.

SilverAsh was stunned; he had no idea what was going on.

But if those old guys at Manju Academy saw this scene, they would be trembling with rage.

“I met the Goddess, and she taught me many spells.”

Enya spoke with the caution of someone facing a god, and she slightly raised her eyes.

"And... there is another gentleman named Solar who asked me to pass on a message to you."

"Ok?"

The immortal looked at Enya, his tone becoming agitated, a stark contrast to his usual calm demeanor.

"Solar?! What did he tell you to tell me?!"

Enya was so shocked by the pressure emanating from the undead that she turned pale. It was different before; only after receiving the gift from her own god could she feel the fear and burning sensation from the depths of her soul emanating from the person in front of her.

The Undead took a deep breath and calmed himself down.

"What did he want you to tell me?"

"Lord Solar said."

Enya recalled for a moment.

"He's really looking forward to seeing you again, and hopes to meet another little sun then."

"that's it?"

"that's it."

If Enya lowered her posture any further, she wondered if the adult in front of her would hold her accountable for her previous rude behavior.

But the Undead no longer had the mind to think about Enya.

His heart was completely focused on Solar.

He really didn't disappear!