[Pyschokinetic] Eyeball Pulling - Chapter 247 (Patreon)

Astrid heard screams come from the middle of the arc. Rebirth was shifting downwards like a punctured life-boat.

Astrid activated her mana and flew at high speeds to where the attack had landed. In horror, she noticed that a hole with a twenty-five metre circumference had drilled an enormous hole into the toughened metal plates of Rebirth.

Oh no, Astrid thought in worry as she approached the hole. She peered over the edge. The damage done was so smooth. There wasn’t a jagged piece of metal in sight. Circuitry and wires sparked and the noise of screams and gushing water joined together to a harrowing symphony.

She looked further down. All the way down to the bottom of the arc. Water was filling the hole, then like a river, surged to other parts of Rebirth. That was the reason the arc was sinking.

Fighting was still taking place all over, but if she didn’t patch the hole right now, they wouldn’t make it into the Dead Seas. Just as she was about to fly into action, a shadow cast over her home. She looked up.

Directly above, was the King. Now she could only see its chin, and its hulking legs. Then it moved. It shot the Leviathan a gruesome stare. It moved its body, and with it, the waters. Rebirth shook and jolted in the water. Astrid heard groans of metal coming from down below.

Astrid grit her teeth. Whatever the King was about to do, wasn’t her problem. She had to patch the hole. Without hesitating, she leapt into the chasm left by the golden pillar of light.

She picked up speed, and five minutes later, Astrid reached the bottom. Water was gushing in, drowning the underbelly. Spawn that had remained, and those that had just entered from the open space filtered to the other floors. Astrid quickly killed as many as she could as quickly as she could.

By some grace, the devastating attack had missed the residential districts on each floor. However, everyone had their eyes resting on her. They were confused, scared, and worried. The once impenetrable metal plates of their home were now gone. And their lives had become uncertain.

Astrid couldn’t offer any words of comfort. She didn’t have time. She used Psych Warp, and used the methods she had learnt from the repairing team before to hastily patch the hole at the bottom.

However, just as she was about to finish, the entire arc jolted as if they had struck a mountain. The resulting harsh movement flung Astrid against the wall. After a quick check, she noticed she wasn’t injured.

Her eyes returned back to the hole. It had ripped open. More spawn entered in an instant. With a quick scan, it appeared to be around fifty of them. Gnashing her teeth, Astrid quickly repaired the hole once more, then turned her sights to the spawn.

Those of the lower district fought the spawn off while waist deep in water. Most of the fighting force were young. Among them, the common armour and weapons they used were hand-me-downs from Wayfarers, or adventurers.

Astrid remembered a few of them. They were the ones using the newly created training space within the underbelly to grow stronger, and work. And now, they were defending their families.

Astrid flew by, tearing out the spawn’s eyes by the dozens. She didn’t stop until all the spawn were annihilated.

“Astrid!”

A young man shouted. Then more arrived in excited cheer.

“Astrid! Astrid! Astrid!”

***

Rodger didn’t know what had hit them. All he remembered was a blinding light and a deep, jolting rumble. It had knocked him off of his feet so fast that he didn’t have time to brace himself. His head struck solid metal.

He was in the underbelly when it happened. Rodger and his friends were clearing out a sub-area. They labelled it as D-Rank. Only the strongest of the lower district braved these parts. But Rodger and his friends were ready. That’s what he thought, at least.

“Rodger, we need to get out of here!” Mel screamed from behind.

But Rodger wasn’t listening. He approached the massive area that the golden light beam had erased. He stood at the edge of the once long hallway. Now it was just a sheer drop. Water was gurgling up. Soon, the water would reach him. Rebirth was sinking.

That harrowing thought tugged at his heart. Thump. Thump. He clutched at his chest. Someone grabbed his shoulder. It was Mel. She pulled him. He followed her gaze. Spawn were approaching from behind. Croaking chirps scratched his ears below.

They were surrounded.

Rodger looked up. Up at the destruction that light had created. It was like a tunnel to the surface. People looked down from above in horror and panic. Rodger shared those emotions. His mind was numb. His legs weren’t listening to his commands.

Run. Move, He thought with gritted teeth.

He had seen spawn. He had killed them. But this was different. Something had obliterated their home. Rebirth was sinking.

Then the air swirled. A young woman with a long, draping black cloak, and striking golden hair appeared almost like a phantom, hovering just above the hole in the bottom of the ship. She moved so fast that his eyes couldn’t compute. She just appeared. Her face was covered by an eerie grinning mask, and… the air around her made his heart palpitate. She was powerful.

Golden hair.

She tried fixing the hole. His eyes widened as she formed metal out of nothing. Then the arc jerked. This time it was far more violent than the time prior. He struck the wall of the corridor. He heard something crack within his body. He tasted iron.

Rodger groaned and staggered onto his feet. Mel. Peter. Mark. He spun around as fast as his battered body allowed him. Pain shot against his chest, but he ignored it. He sighed in relief when he saw his friends relatively unharmed.

But the spawn approaching had also recovered. They were stumbling toward them. An arrow twanged through the air, flying past his friends, and scraping passed Rodger’s shoulder, to the other side of the open hold.

Finally, Rodger kicked into gear.

He grasped for the blade sheathed to his hip. He pulled it out with a shing. “In–In formation!” He shouted.

But before the others could react, the eyes of the spawn were… removed. Then their skulls exploded in a mess of gore. It splattered the walls. The explosions continued front-to-back, erasing the spawn from the halls.

Astrid.

Rodger spun on his heels.

Eyes swirled around Astrid in the hundreds. Wherever she willed her command, her enemies died. Heat bubbled up within his chest. And it wasn’t a sensation of pain. It moved up and into his throat, until he blurted, “Astrid!”

His words were like a wildfire as the onlookers joined him.

“Astrid! Astrid! Astrid!”

He looked at her figure. He couldn’t help but brand the image into his mind. Eyes swirled around her. Ten, twenty–he didn’t know how many exactly. The sight was eerie. Terrifying, even. But there was an indescribable, violent beauty about it that it took his breath away.

“Is everyone safe?” She called out.

Her voice was cool. As if void of any emotion. It was the voice of a Sinwen.

“Y–Yes, we’re okay, atleast,” Rodger stuttered.

“If anyone is injured, make your way to the nearest doctor,” Astrid said. “There is a fierce battle going on up on the surface. Stay safe. We are all in this together. Keep your chins up.”

Then she departed, flying back up to the surface as quickly as she appeared.

“She’s so cool–” Mel gazed up to the chaotic skies above. Astrid was already gone.

***

Astrid resurfaced. They had already passed the King. She spun around, facing the back of the ship. And what she saw made her jaw hang to the floor.

The King was in a brutal brawl with the Leviathan. The result of their fight caused the ocean to turn into a turbulent tsunami. It caught Rebirth, pushing them further into the Dead Seas, faster.

Her father, and the other Grand Nobles remained on the back of Rebirth, not daring to leave. They continued to block the spells of the Order, and the Seven.

The skies changed colours every second. Sonic booms tussled Astrid’s hair as she kept her gaze locked onto the superpowered fight.

And then it happened. The ocean separated. Like a high speed path, they entered the south area of the Dead Seas. The land of the dead. The images of the Order, the Seven, and the Leviathan vanished.

They had made it.