### Chapter 348
The Space Whirling with the White Dragon.
The pure white heat filled the space thickly.
In this environment,
a woman stood tall, with burn scars all over her body.
Muscles bulging beneath her black hair,
and rabbit ears perked up on top of her head.
Molyaw, the Moon Rabbit.
The world Erosionist.
“Such reckless output,” she muttered.
Trying to take it head-on was clearly a mistake.
Looking down at her charred feet, she lifted her gaze.
Amid the smoke, she finally spotted Kraush.
As the smoke dispersed, so did he.
In that moment, Molyaw had to jerk her head back sharply.
Kraush’s sword came flying right at her.
It grazed her forehead,
and a few strands of her hair were singed by the heat of his weapon.
Fast.
Not quite at maximum speed,
but in terms of instant velocity, Kraush had the upper hand.
“Is that a skill?”
Realizing it was a divine gift, she braced herself and touched the ground.
Then, like a spring, she swung her legs in a circular motion.
KAANG!
As her foot blocked Kraush’s sword,
she propelled herself up with her arms,
and in an instant, her legs wrapped around Kraush’s waist.
“I’m not one for hand-to-hand combat!”
Her hand enveloped in black moonlight,
she struck down at Kraush with a long-range attack.
KUGUGUGU!
But her strike was halted by the majestic force emanating from Kraush.
And then, with the addition of the White Dragon’s force,
she had to break free from his grip and retreat.
Landing on her feet, she eyed Kraush with a peculiar expression.
Massive output.
A physique that seemed inhuman.
The unsettling presence of the White Flame as a world erosionist.
And that outrageous speed that seemed like a skill.
“Plus, you seem born with [Heaven’s Gift].”
There was a strong scent of curses about him too.
What on earth is this guy?
As she pondered, Molyaw looked at Kraush with mysterious eyes,
the more they fought, the deeper her confusion about him grew.
Seeing he was barely in his late teens,
yet possessing such a range of skills and mastering them like harmony of yin and yang,
she felt she was dealing with something stranger than a world erosionist.
“Are you even a living being?”
She questioned, doubting whether he was a creature at all.
Kraush let out a short laugh.
“People stopped calling me human recently. Now, they won’t even say I’m alive.”
He understood his situation wasn’t normal.
It was all by his own design.
Though he was trying to keep balance through the four seasons and various means,
his state was like a half-done construction—always on the brink of collapsing.
“Unfortunately, I’m not good at establishing a solid foundation for my talents.”
Talking to himself,
Kraush lowered his stance.
“Thanks to that, the standards of being a living being are becoming quite blurry.”
With those words, Kraush charged.
His speed was even faster now, enhanced by Excel.
Simultaneously, Molyaw hit the ground as well, using Towel to amplify her speed.
She slammed the ceiling and the ground, ramping up her velocity.
If she collided head-on with Kraush, she would be caught.
So she incorporated unpredictability into her jumps.
With leaps that strayed far from her intentions,
Kraush couldn’t easily catch her.
He activated Excel now and then,
but while he might be faster in a straight line,
the unpredictability of Molyaw had the advantage.
KAANG! KAANG! KANG!
As Kraush’s sword clashed with Molyaw’s feet again and again, the atmosphere trembled with shock.
Her speeds, reverberating through the endless series of Towel, began to accelerate further.
Every time Kraush’s sword met hers, its glow intensified, deepening in hue.
When both of their powers peaked,
they both sensed it:
their next attack would decide everything.
PAANG!
With a leap that stomped the ceiling, Molyaw swiftly spun in the air,
and her feet glowed with the energy of moonlight.
That glow whirled fiercely around her,
soon wrapping her entire body.
Like the moon falling from the sky,
the strike imbued with her full might came crashing down upon Kraush.
Moon Rabbit Kick
Secret Art.
Falling Moon.
Under the descending moon,
another white flame began to seep into the white light enveloping Kraush’s sword.
Deep inside Kraush’s body,
the depth of his being opened, and he unleashed the white flame he had melted.
The poured-out white flame spread throughout Kraush’s entire body, merging with his Thunder Prime.
All the light in the area was drawn into Kraush.
The reversed airflow heated up vigorously through the white flames.
In the heart of those white flames,
Kraush had become a star.
Annihilation Erosion.
Ninth Style.
Star of Extinguishing Flame.
The expanses of extinguishing starlight collided with the moon.
KWA-A-A-A-AANG!
In the end, the two massive forces collided,
devastating everything around them.
The tomb of the God of Night rocked violently as it crumbled beneath the sand.
The overwhelming forces couldn’t withstand it and the ground erupted in a collapse.
In a flash of descending sand,
someone emerged from the cascading debris.
A young boy shrouded in shadows appeared.
Zodiac Cloria.
“Whoa! Molyaw!” he exclaimed while desperately calling out her name.
The bearer of the power of the God of Night had arrived, but instead, chaos erupted,
and the grave of the God of Night began to fall apart.
It was quite a perplexing situation for him.
But amidst the pouring sand, nothing was visible.
The moment Zodiac felt anxious,
POOF!
A hand surged forth from the sand.
Surprised, Zodiac quickly rushed towards it.
The hand shot up, bursting through the sand.
It revealed jet-black hair.
The instant Zodiac laid eyes on that color,
he widened his eyes in shock.
There stood Kraush, bringing up the unconscious Molyaw.
Kraush smiled at Zodiac.
“Long time no see, Senior Zodiac.”
“Kraush?”
While “long time” might not be an accurate term,
Zodiac, formerly of the White Ghost, recognized Kraush.
Thus, he was astonished to see him here,
and quickly glanced at Molyaw.
Realizing the very powerful Molyaw was in such a state,
Zodiac wore a look of shock.
“First, let’s get out and talk.”
Kraush took Molyaw along with him and shot upward.
Zodiac hurried to follow.
On the way up,
they caught a glimpse of something standing in a certain space.
A dark figure, seething with rage, glared at Kraush.
Kraush sensed it was the God of Night.
Given he had just completely wrecked its tomb,
it was no surprise it was furious.
“I’ll fulfill my promise, so please bear with me.”
Originally, to the god who had lost its name,
the tomb was merely a place to loiter.
Kraush knew it didn’t hold any significant meaning for him.
So he hurriedly exited the tomb.
Stepping outside, he found the dim night sky stretched above them.
It would still take quite some time until dawn.
Cough, cough!
At the same time, Molyaw regained her senses.
She seemed to have swallowed some sand, coughing and spitting it out,
then turned to look at Kraush.
“You’re strong, I admit. I lost.”
She acknowledged her defeat and recognized Kraush’s strength.
It had been a full-on fight.
If only the full moon had risen overhead, they could’ve had an even better match.
But even so, she doubted the outcome would have changed much.
Kraush also sensed he could push himself further, and Molyaw picked up on that.
“I’ll give up on taking the power of the God of Night,”
she said, realizing her failure to gain the power they’d been after from Kraush.
Seeing that, Kraush rummaged through his pocket.
Then, he tossed her a pill.
“Here. It’ll help you recover.”
Gratefully, Molyaw accepted the pill and popped it into her mouth.
Her face scrunched slightly at the bitter taste, but she swallowed it nonetheless.
“Looking at how you’re giving this to me, you must have something to say, huh?”
Just then, Zodiac surfaced from the sand.
Arriving a bit later than Kraush, he felt relieved to see Molyaw conscious.
Seeing this, Zodiac seemed like he truly was alive.
“Yeah, Ixion might be targeting you, Zodiac.”
“It’s because of your Umbra, isn’t it?”
Seems she knew about it too.
“You brought Zodiac to the God of Night’s tomb because you wanted to hide him.”
“Zodiac is my nephew.”
In that instant, an unexpected remark rang out.
Did Zodiac share blood ties with Molyaw?
“More precisely, he’s my friend’s child.”
Molyaw added, realizing the potential for misunderstanding.
A friend’s child.
That meant Zodiac’s parents must have been friends with Molyaw.
“Zodiac, you weren’t her kin?”
“Nope.”
Who would’ve guessed they were just friend’s children?
Kraush hadn’t seen this coming either.
“Dragon King.”
Just then, Molyaw called out to Kraush.
As Kraush looked her way, she continued speaking.
“I’ve heard you are being targeted by Ixion too.”
Ixion must have come into contact with Molyaw as well.
In that process, word about Kraush would’ve surfaced.
“Since we’re in the same boat, could you keep an eye on Zodiac?”
“Molyaw.”
Zodiac voiced her name, but she disregarded him and continued to focus on Kraush.
No matter how high she flew, she was still a world erosionist.
The only place she could turn to for help was either another world erosionist or herself.
Looking at Zodiac as her treasured nephew, Molyaw seemed to hold him dear.
The only option she had was to keep Zodiac hidden within the tomb of the night while she guarded him.
Watching Molyaw and Zodiac for a moment, Kraush nodded.
“Alright.”
After all, Kraush had come here to protect Zodiac.
There was no way he was letting his Umbra fall into Ixion’s hands.
“But there’s a condition.”
With this, Kraush decided to sort out one more matter.
“Conqueror.”
As that name left his lips, Molyaw hesitated slightly.
But Kraush carried on, unfazed.
“Set up a meeting with him.”
A meeting with the Conqueror.
The time had finally come for their paths to cross.
