Yarra’s Adventure Notes
Chapter 1539 - 325: What on Earth Is It?

Chapter 1539: Chapter 325: What on Earth Is It?

"Farewell, my love, from now henceforth, we shall meet only in dreams," Pannis said, as aggression surged within him, energy climbing to its peak. It was the first time both his hands fully drew the Bow of Release, and though the Hunting Arrow was wooden, its tip flickered with an intimidating cold light on the bow. Pannis’s expression was calm and solemn, carrying a sacrificial sanctity, his bow-drawing hands steady as Mount Zeuska itself, which has not shaken or collapsed since ancient times, without a tremor. Although Pannis’s archery skills were far inferior to those of the Elves, among other races, he was considered a standout. When he drew his bow, the next second, the Hunting Arrow would deeply penetrate Nellie’s chest without mistake, without accident.

At this moment, Pannis’s will entered an indescribable state, forgetting love, hate, emotions, duties, and even forgetting everything in the worldly realm. The faint reluctance hidden beneath Nellie’s resilience, and the deep affection lurking in her resolute eyes, even suffering brought by the Soul Assault beneath her seemingly calm exterior, were all clearly reflected in his consciousness, yet they could not cause a single ripple in his heart; his soul was like a still pond, calm and clear, seemingly empty yet vividly mirroring the entire world.

In that instant, Pannis’s muscles tensed up, his pupils shrinking to the size of pinpoints, his spirit and power reaching a perfect balance, perfectly integrated and focused through the Hunting Arrow pointed directly at Nellie’s heart. The next step was just to release his fingers, and the Hunting Arrow would unleash the mightiest force a mortal could muster inside Nellie, letting Artemis’s murderously intent and aggressive divine power completely destroy Nellie’s spirit and body, and annihilate the soon-to-return Danacus as well.

However, the Hunting Arrow did not fire. Pannis, like a statue, remained motionless, his bow drawn and aimed at Nellie’s heart, but his fingers clutching the bowstring unwilling to let go. From his darting eyes, it was apparent that his brain was rapidly functioning, maintaining the clarity and tranquility of his heart while quickly pondering something.

Standing before Pannis, Nellie did not urge her lover, but instead greedily gazed at the face of her lover, a face she could never forget. She considered herself lucky, thankful to the gods for their generous gift that allowed her to know and love such an outstanding man. Although a series of coincidences had led them to this point, Nellie had no regrets, no past regrets and none now. If given a chance to do it all over again, she firmly believed she would make the same choices, walking hand in hand with the man before her through those brief yet unforgettable days.

With no regrets and no fear, Nellie’s heart harbored only a mild sense of loss. It’s a pity, she thought, reminiscing about their plan to deal with the Realm of the Dead’s threat and then ask Doris to take them sailing, to see the wonderful world on the vast islands deep in the ocean. It was said that there were beautiful plants, exotic magical beasts, and countless unseen landscapes and untasted delicacies there. It would have been wonderful to explore, but it seemed there would be no chance anymore. Imagining snuggling against her lover, looking up at the sky from a fog-enshrouded island until they fell asleep, and sharing tempting meals with her love filled Nellie with a sweet smile. As she smiled, envisioning and fantasizing, the knight woman felt a momentary mental haze, then her consciousness plunged into deep darkness.

In Pannis’s eyes, the person before him suddenly changed. Externally, Nellie still appeared the same, not a single detail altered, not even her posture, but to Pannis, who knew her as well as he knew himself, the figure standing there was no longer Nellie, because the person gave Pannis a feeling utterly different from Nellie, with no similarity other than her appearance.

At this moment, Nellie’s eyes had lost their usual passion and fervor, her face no longer displayed her usual gentleness and strength. All that could be seen was her expressionless face and her numb, cold gaze. The original Nellie was a lively person full of emotions, capable of crying, laughing, happiness, and sadness. However, the current Nellie had lost all emotions, possessing only a coldness like that of a blizzard on the Perpetual Icefield. If one were to say the last instant Nellie was still human, then at this moment, she resembled a metal puppet made by goblins, or more precisely, like a cold, ancient statue in a temple, eternally looming from above, gazing indifferently at everything in the world.

Seeing this series of changes, Pannis’s posture remained unchanged, but his eyes suddenly narrowed into slits, flickering with equally cold murderous intent. Clearly, he had broken free from his previous mental calm, but this did not affect his accurate judgment of external changes. Upon noticing Nellie’s transformation, Pannis had already deduced that the one controlling the body in front of him wasn’t Nellie, and it wasn’t Danacus either. Danacus, the first-gen god of death, although sinister and malevolent, would still carry certain emotions; but the being inside Nellie’s body possessed not even the slightest hint of basic emotions. Thus, Pannis could say with certainty, this was neither any creature nor a deity; as for what it exactly was, even Pannis could not give a definitive answer.

However, Pannis was not panicked. Though he had no evidence to make a definitive judgment, as a clever man, he could still make a guess; his guesses, though not equivalent to fact, often had a high accuracy rate, based on some factual basis. Even the deities would not dare to ignore his speculations and often seriously consider the possibilities of his conjectures.

At this time, facing Nellie’s sudden change, one could tell from Pannis’s behavior that he had made a guess, and it was a conjecture with some certainty. Hence, a strange smile slowly appeared on his serious face.

"So that’s what it is... I think I understand now." Pannis narrowed his eyes and nodded with a mysterious smile, "To be in such a state... hehe, it seems I have been underestimated, hasn’t it, my dear? We have both been underestimated."

Pannis had preliminarily confirmed his guess and approximately deduced Nellie’s current condition. If his judgment were true, what actions might Nellie’s body take next?

Pannis glanced at the Bow of Release and Hunting Arrow in his hands, his sneer turning into a wry smile. After a deep sigh, he suddenly vanished from the spot, moving at a speed beyond the limits of human vision, appearing on the other side of Nellie. The next moment, a pitch-black lance was thrust into the position where he had just been standing.