The Arks 142 The Ark Of Sacrifice

Their Auras were visible from above. Their Elemental Energy could be felt from a mile away.

"Why would it be sad to uphold a promise?" asked Ysabeau, questioning what the Royal child meant.

"It isn't sad to uphold a promise. It is sad if the only thing to live for is to fulfill that promise. There's so much more to do, not just live for the sake of a promise."

"You've got it wrong, my dear child. You don't live just because of a promise. You carry on with strength because of that promise. You move on because of that promise. Promises don't give life or an answer to live, they give people the strength to fight on."

"You can live for a thousand years but still be an empty husk if you don't see the purpose of carrying on," explained Ysabeau, smiling sweetly.

The two continue to clash as Nova received footage and information in her mind. Ysabeau's words remained in her head for quite some time.

"How about love? Is that a thing to strive to continue living? Or is that an excuse to seal the deal with the person you care for the most?" asked Nova, unsure of everything that was happening.

"It's not an excuse and it's not a thing either. Love isn't an emotion. Love is a promise and because of that, the people down below are using what they've got to protect you."

"Cascadia Helios Windfall!" yelled the Valkyrie, aiming both her wings and hands towards Old Man Pond.

Raiyen continued his ambush by using both the Glitch and Holy Trinity attacks. With simultaneous Elements attacking each other, the entire place looked like fireworks going off on a holiday.

"Propel, Thrust! Rain down. A world without end. Let the unknown guide you. Allow these weapons, To bring you… Oblivion of Spears!" yelled Baldwin.

The attack rained down on the enemy in torrents, similar to Ysabeau's Archery of the Frosted Heavens. Despite the number of attacks that were being launched, Old Man Pond swiftly dodged every single attack.

"The Valkyrie... Just like the boss," said Old Man Pond, pointing at Mavislin.

"I wasn't trying to mess with his mind by altering his memories. I just wanted to look at the battle through their eyes. I didn't realize that he was able to sense my powers."

Ysabeau looked worried as the fight continued to drag on.

"Are you able to alter his memories if he lowers down his guard and Aura?" asked Ysabeau, looking at Nova directly in the eye.

"What do you mean?"

"The Poisoned Pond is just playing around," replied Ysabeau, looking at the battlefield.

"I've got no knowledge of how your power works, but I presume the baseline is the manipulation of others' memories?" asked Ysabeau, lowering Fluffy, getting closer to the battle.

Nova nodded as she gripped onto the beast firmly.

"Tell me, what is your strongest move? What is the strongest spell that you possess within your a.r.s.enal? One that you think is powerful enough to kill Old Man Pond," asked the High Queen.

"There's an ancient spell that one of my servants had mentioned to me. It requires the darkest memory of the target to activate. But the effects can be devastating," replied Nova, closing her eyes to grasp more information about the spell.

"Are you able to wield it?"

This posed a challenge to the young princess. Sure, she had used her powers to defend herself when Raiyen helped her escape the castle. But she had not used Magecraft to kill anyone before.

Sure, she can wield it, using her Memory Element, she can implant the Memory on how to properly conjure the spell in her head. That was no problem. The real challenge was to ability to shoulder the burden of being a killer.

"Would you sacrifice your mind if it meant to save those that you love?" asked Nova, giving a challenge to Ysabeau.

Were the lives down below worth the young Princess's mind?

"He's changing his Aura, get ready," instructed Baldwin, leaping back.

Mavislin and Raiyen did the same, sensing the Aura to be on a danger level. Mavislin closed her eyes, slowly absorbing the remaining Light Elemental Energy within the barren wasteland. Without another heartbeat to lose, her open palm's fingertips started to light up.

Her thumb had grown a small flower, while her index finger had conjured up a mini tornado, just floating above the fingertip. A small white orb engulfed by a pale blue flame was hovering above her middle finger, small pearls of both ice and water droplets danced above her ring finger.

At last but not least, a bright orange fireball just barely touched the skin of her pinky fingertip.