Village Head's Debauchery

1294  Lyra Vs Aurthorn, The Spiral Crossing Monarch (2), The Death Of A Viscount-Ranked Spirit Beast

But Lyra's hair broke free from their restraints and surged to meet the attack head-on. Then, unexpectedly, the antlers tore open a rupture in space and vanished, reappearing around the lounging Lyra, encircling her from every direction. She didn't move from her position; her hair swiftly wrapped around her body, forming a protective barrier.

The antlers struck her hair with immense force. However, not even a scratch appeared. Then, light gathered at the tips of the antlers and shot forward like a cannon, distorting the space around Lyra with powerful ripples. Yet it, too, was ineffective.

The wooden prism hidden within his antlers vibrated once more. In the blink of an eye, it vanished, taking Aurthorn with it.

Aurthorn reappeared in an empty space within a squared void. This was an isolated subspace created by his treasure—cut off entirely from the external world. It could be used to hide from terrifying enemies or temporarily seal them until one was prepared to face them. He knew he was unlikely to trap the unknown woman inside this space, especially since his spatial attacks had proven ineffective. So, instead, he chose to hide himself.

His massive body compressed tightly within the confined space, yet he felt no discomfort. Instead, his body trembled in fear. He couldn't believe that none of his attacks had worked. Even with the amplified effects of his treasure, the results were the same.

He wasn't foolish enough to keep testing the rest of his abilities when several had already failed, so he chose to retreat for the time being. Fortunately, the isolated subspace allowed him to observe the outside world as if he were still in his original position.

"How did the base miss the fact that such a formidable figure was residing here? Or am I just incredibly unlucky?" he muttered to himself.