Chapter 2950: Precipitation-II
Date: Unspecified
Time: Unspecified
Location: Myriad Realms, Card World, Southern Region, Blossom District, Sky Blossom City
âPetra! Stop it!â
Aqualasâs furious voice echoed through Veerottâs body as a mental wave as soon as she entered his internals.
The moment she infiltrated him, she began searching for Petra. Fortunately, tracking her wasnât difficult. Everywhere Petra passed, she left crystallized tissues, petrified blood vessels in her wake. Stone spreading through flesh that should have remained alive. Her trail was as obvious as a river cutting through land.
The problem was catching her. Every time Aqualas closed in, Petra slipped away a moment before she arrived, again and again and again. The two Supremes raced through Veerottâs body like players in a deadly game of tag, one destroying and the other desperately trying to stop the damage.
Fortunately for Aqualas, Veerott was a Viltronian. Had it been almost anyone else, the battle would have ended long ago in Petraâs favor. By now, nearly twenty percent of Veerottâs internal organs and tissues had already undergone partial petrification. Any other being would already be dead, but Veerott merely looked increasingly uncomfortable.
âNo.â
Petraâs voice rang through the internal landscape. There was no hesitation in her tone, only determination.
âI will kill him. Letâs see how you feel after losing a friend.â
Aqualas froze for a brief moment. Then anger exploded within her. Petra wasnât simply seeking revenge. She wanted Aqualas to experience the same pain.
So what if she couldnât kill Aqualas. She would make her feel the same helplessness and grief. Give her a wound that would never heal. A scar that would remain long after the battle ended. After all, there were fates worse than death. To Petra, living while carrying unbearable regret was one of them.
Yes, she and Southern Hope hadnât always gotten along. In fact, they often argued, insulted one another, and even threatened each other. Yet despite all that, they had still been allies. Companions fighting toward the same goal. Protecting Bloodette while she endured her emotional purge.
Somewhere along the way, without realizing it, Southern Hope had become part of their strange little group. And then, in an instant, he was gone. His death had come too suddenly and unexpectedly. Even now, Petra still hadnât fully processed it. Grief, anger, and regret had all fused together into a single burning desire, revenge.
If she couldnât bring him back, then at the very least, she would make those responsible understand what it meant to lose someone. Even if she had to carve that lesson into their hearts herself. At minimum, she will be able to face Bloodette.
âNo, you wonât. I wonât let you...!â
Aqualas roared as she continued pursuing Petra through the labyrinth of Veerottâs body.
Then she suddenly stopped and her heart sank seeing Petra was right before her. She had walked into a trap. At some point during the chase, Petra had quietly changed tactics.
She was no longer focusing on petrifying Veerottâs internal organs. Instead, she had begun targeting the fluids flowing through his body. And she had started with Aqualas.
Aqualasâ expression changed immediately. Unlike her ordinary form, her current body wasnât composed of pure HâO. It contained dissolved minerals, ions, organic compounds, and spiritual essence. Enough impurities, enough structure, enough substance, and enough for Petra to petrify. Realizing she had been discovered, Petra finally turned around.
The hunter had become the hunted. Stone spread through the surrounding fluids like frost creeping across glass.
âGot you.â
Petraâs voice was cold.
Seeing the petrification racing toward her, Aqualas instinctively tried to disperse into the nearby tissues and blood vessels to escape.
Then she froze. The surrounding tissues had already been petrified. Every escape route had become a trap. If she forced her way through them, she would shatter the tissues. And shattering them meant injuring Veerott.
Perhaps even killing him. Aqualas gritted her teeth. She couldnât do it, not to her friend. Left with no choice, she retreated the way she came and Petra chased after her.
Just like that, the tables had turned. Moments ago, Aqualas had been hunting Petra in an attempt to flush her out. Now she was running for her life. Fearing the same fate that had befallen Aero could happen to her, petrification.
A prison without death. Aqualas felt increasingly trapped. Which was absurd. If there was any battlefield in existence that should have favored the Ocean Supreme, it was the interior of a living body. After all, living organisms were composed largely of water. Blood flowed everywhere, cell membranes were permeable, and fluids connected every organ.
By all logic, this should have been her home field. Yet reality proved otherwise. Because every river had banks. Every ocean had limits. And every drop of water carried minerals within it.
Worse, Aqualas couldnât unleash her full power. She feared harming Veerott. She feared forcing her way through petrified tissues. And above all, she feared having her own consciousness trapped forever inside a petrified body.
For perhaps the first time in a very long while, the Ocean Supreme, the embodiment of water itself, felt cornered. Not by overwhelming force. But by self-restraint, by responsibility, and by an opponent who knew exactly how to exploit both.
âDamn it, for someone so tiny, how does Veerottâs body have so much space to run around in?â
Aqualas cursed in frustration. She felt like sheâd been running for ages, yet she still hadnât escaped Petraâs maze of petrified cells and tissues. To make matters worse, Petra was steadily gaining on her.
Just when Aqualas thought it was all over, she felt a sudden surge of activity in the surrounding petrified cells and tissues. The stone encasing them was slowly crumbling away. Seeing this, Aqualas instantly knew what it wasâVeerottâs crazy rule-immunity was taking effect. Just like that, over twenty percent of Veerottâs petrified internals snapped back to normal.
âSee ya!â
Aqualas smirked as she dispersed into the newly freed tissues and slipped out of Veerottâs body. She didnât even bother trying to flush Petra out; Veerottâs body had already built up an immunity to the stone rule power, and with time, that defense would only grow stronger.
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