Chapter 98 Capture
No! I was supposed to be waiting for the administrator who manages this defensive formation, so why did my mom suddenly show up?
Faced with my bewildered question, my mother, Mitchell, blinked her eyes repeatedly and slowly, her eyes brimming with the gentle look I had seen so many times before: "Don't doubt it, Mimi, the administrator you need to find is me. Until I step down from this position, there will be no one else."
"But it's dangerous here!"
"I know, I know. But isn't my Mimi here too?"
Mitchell lowered her eyes, as if tears would well up at any moment: "What mother can stand by and watch her child go on an adventure and remain completely indifferent?"
I opened my mouth, but was speechless for a moment.
Just like Julius, as far as I know, although my mother did possess magic, she was neither a sorcerer with the power to change all things, nor a warrior with great strength. She was just an ordinary singer who had worked and learned in the theater since childhood, eventually stepping onto the stage and winning local acclaim, and she didn't even know how to collect or mobilize the magic that belonged to her.
The hazy radiance teetered on the brink of collapse under immense pressure, and as the water accumulating on the outer layer gradually increased, the originally bright colors dimmed somewhat.
Even in this moment of crisis, Mitchell remained calm: "It seems Mimi has forgotten that I, her mother, am not a weak woman who can't do anything. At least, I can still protect Mimi and this beach."
"Then I can trust that our Mimi will protect Mommy, right?"
Mitchell blinked her tender eyes again, and in the shadow of the towering water curtain, she closed them, placing her clasped hands together in front of her chest. Brilliant colors shone from them, as if she had grasped the seeds of light and fire.
A light and cheerful tune began to play again.
The flamboyant orange magic emerged from slightly parted lips with the first note and spread rapidly. The magic, which was not known how to control, obediently spread outward with the help of the note, following the will of the mind. It connected with the gaps in the surrounding defensive magic array that existed due to years of disrepair, and the hazy color was also stained with orange mixed with gold and pure white.
It's like a tiny candle flame; with just the right breeze, it can become even more intense and vibrant.
I finally understand why Mitchell was affectionately called the "Holy Voice Singer" by everyone.
That was indeed a dreamlike scene.
Mitchell's already gentle and beautiful face seemed to have returned to her youth under the light. Her spotless face seemed to be tinged with a divine halo, and her long, light chestnut-colored curly hair spread out behind her against the laws of nature, undulating with the surge of magic.
Simply hum a soft tune, and as the melody rises, the enveloping magic extends to both sides, just like a celestial being spreading its wings, scattering warmth and compassionate light all around.
Even the most panicked person will gradually feel calm upon hearing that gentle and cheerful voice, and will even involuntarily feel a sense of confidence and strength rising from the bottom of their heart, as if all crises and calamities will quietly and shamefully depart in the gentleness of such great love, as long as this song serves as a guide.
As the song's magic spread, carried by the wind, it carried on into the distance, and the restless and chaotic city visibly calmed down. People moving through the streets and alleys made their way orderly up the hillside behind them, carrying out a evacuation they had done countless times before.
That was truly a voice that could be considered sacred.
If it weren't for the fact that there are no gods in this world, my mother would probably have long been revered as a savior and enshrined in a sacred temple.
But that will ultimately be just a tiny candle flame, only able to delay the arrival of the storm for a short while.
Although it is unknown why the mother was able to accumulate slightly more magic power than the average person, it was still far too little compared to the total amount possessed by a mage who had officially activated the magic array.
The lack of knowledge on how to properly circulate and control magic is not only reflected in the hazy form that excessively leaks away from the flamboyant edges of magic, but also in the fact that the magic poured out of the body is like a precious spring that only goes away and never returns, with each drop used being less, until in the end, one can only rely on burning one's life to fill the gap.
That vibrant orange wasn't just a magical color that a normal mage could possess; it also symbolized the intensity of life, and the more intense the orange, the more perilous the situation...
I knew all this, but I couldn't dissuade her. My mother's stubbornness was just like mine. Instead of wasting time here, I should do what I should do and end everything as soon as possible. So I took a deep breath, bit my lip, and looked away from Mitchell.
A bright cyan light rose from the distant city towers, spreading downwards and layering a fragile barrier over the orange array. The intercity mages stationed within the city finally stirred; at least they hadn't completely neglected their duties. Meanwhile, within the city, pure white light exploded, sending down feather-like droplets—it was unclear what had happened.
The slender pendants beneath her ears did not sway wildly in the raging wind; instead, the slender, hollow, silver-white earrings resonated gently in response to the call of their shared origin, creating a calming ripple.
My mind returned to a cold, still silence.
Looking up once more at the surging tides and the waves whipped up by the storm, even as I watched the blue barrier coalesce and crumble, I no longer stiffened with fear. I tried to let my gaze penetrate the dark barrier, extending inward along with my expanding senses.
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