Frostfire Legacy

Turning back time a little. As soon as Faeloria found the location of the enemies, she quickly pulled out her phone and dialed a certain number.

The line hadn't even finished ringing once before the other end picked up—a swift response, but Faeloria didn't even flinch, as if she was used to it already. "Broly? I need you to teleport us again. Come to my location ASAP."

After she said her piece, she quickly hung up the phone without even waiting for the other party's response. Aster watched her, a bit confused. Just as he was about to ask what she was doing, a flash of white light appeared before them, causing him to spring back in surprise.

"I've come, Director. Where should I send you now?"

From within the flash of light, a familiar figure slowly appeared, bowing lightly toward Faeloria. It was the man they had met before at the Class Exchange Hall—Broly!

"Can you show me a map?" Faeloria asked lightly.

The man walked forward, pulling out his holo device and bringing up a 3D map of the surrounding area. Faeloria stared at it for a bit, checking their position and the bearing of the "trace" she had detected earlier.

"Right here. This far should be enough," she said, pointing at a position in the middle of what seemed like a thick forest. The location was about three thousand kilometers away from their current position, eastward, and on an isolated island.

"The Island of Death?" Vanessa quickly raised her brow upon seeing where they were supposed to go. "They chose one weird place as their hideout, huh?"

Faeloria shrugged. "It's not really weird if you know the history of that place," she explained. "That place is allegedly the origin point of the Aracelli Race, after all."

"Oh, now that you mention it, that's right." Vanessa nodded, convinced.

However, Aster was left a little confused. "Origin point? Do you mean that's where their race lived long ago?"

"No." Faeloria shook her head, a grim expression covering her face. "That's where the humans of the past made them."

Aster's shoulders shook as he parroted the word she used. "...Made?"

"..."

None of the three responded, but their silence was already the answer to his question. Aster frowned, disgusted by this new fact he had just learned.

'Wasn't the first Divine Retribution War done not only because they wanted to take over the world, but also to take revenge on the ones who made them?' Aster speculated.

"I'm done connecting to the island, Director."

At that very moment, Broly spoke, completely disregarding the atmosphere. Aster took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts once more. Now wasn't the time to feel sick about what "humans" did in the past, nor was it the moment to feel pity for Lorelai and her comrades.

'We're going to save Cassy!'

He focused his mind, his expression returning to one that was firm and unyielding.

"Then, I'll be teleporting everyone. Please stand still," Broly said as he extended a hand forward, but Faeloria interrupted him.

"Ah, right. Broly, don't play tricks on Aster this time, alright?" she said with a smile.

For some reason, Broly's entire body shook as if he was standing in the middle of a magnitude 8 earthquake. His breathing grew ragged, his face went pale, and his hands trembled greatly.

His mind quickly turned, identifying the root cause of his "death sentence," and he turned to Aster, bowing his head as deep as he physically could.

"Please forgive my rudeness, Sir Aster Mistral! Please have mercy!"

"Eh?" Aster was surprised by the sudden apology but quickly smiled. "No, I don't mind a little mishap. Don't worry."

Broly didn't lift his head yet and continued. "Thank you very much!"

"You're lucky Aster has a big heart," Faeloria sighed, before glaring at him with narrowed eyes. "Since the person himself forgave you, I won't do anything..." She paused briefly before adding, "For now."

They say that extreme mental stress could speed up the aging process, but it was Aster's first time seeing it happen in real time. Broly's thick hair lost quite a few strands, falling to the ground as if he were shedding fur—despite being an elf. His face turned gaunt in moments, as though he had been starved for a month, with his eyes losing light and filling with despair.

"So? When is the teleportation going to start?" Vanessa commented, completely indifferent to the man's plight. "We're on a tight schedule here."

"..."

Aster felt pity for the man, but he was too powerless to help in his case.

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The Island of Death, officially named Gospel Island, was a small circular island spanning roughly 30 kilometers from end to end. It used to be a lively tourist destination in the past, but a thick forest now covered the island after it had been left unattended for a few centuries.

Of course, the reason it was left unattended wasn't because it had a "bad" image but rather something more practical. It was simply too hard to maintain! The reason nobody even dared to live there was due to the dangers lurking on the island itself. Find your next read at empire

*SCREECH!*

"Staggered Great Flame Spears!"

Vanessa cast a great barrage of gigantic flame spears flying toward the monster ahead of them—what looked like a giant locust the size of a building. The monster, receiving all five flame spears through its body, was turned to ashes in moments.

"Tsk!" But Vanessa still clicked her tongue, surveying their surroundings. "There are too many of them. Picking them off one by one is just a waste of mana!"

Locusts are pests that exist in swarms. Even the giant locusts around them were no different—a monster that gathered in swarms numbering over a thousand individuals combined—Black Death Locusts.

Of course, the name doesn't have anything to do with the "Bubonic Plague" that ravaged Europe in the long-forgotten past. Rather, it's a representation of how they appear as a dark cloud when they swarm, leaving nothing but a barren landscape wherever they pass.

"Both of you, get down!"

Finally, Faeloria finished casting her skill.

Vanessa ran to Aster's side and pushed him to the ground. The next moment, a white flash went over their heads, literally "deleting" any monster in its path. The white flash lasted for about ten seconds before finally fading away.

"..."

When Aster opened his eyes, he quickly found that all the giant locusts were gone. Mysteriously, the forest itself remained unchanged, as if nothing had happened.

"With this, we've breached the second perimeter," Faeloria sighed, before snatching Aster from under Vanessa and hugging him from behind. "The enemy should be aware of our presence already, so both of you, keep your guards up."

"Yeah..."

Aster nodded, his expression as serious as could be. His eyes flickered with a mix of worry and anticipation as he prayed.

"Cassy, hang on for just a bit more! We're coming!"