Chapter 345: Blood Of The Moon
No one dared to speak for a few moments, unnerved by the sudden change in the sorcerer’s mood. After a while, though, March tugged on his sleeve and asked:
"Uh, care to explain... Grandpa Noctis?"
Noctis looked at her absentmindedly, then flinched and jerked his sleeve away, wiping the spot where the little girl touched it with a repulsed look.
"G—grandpa? Who are you calling a grandpa, you critter?!"
He moved his chair away from March and stared at her menacingly for a moment, then threw a hurt look at Sunny.
Sunny shrugged.
"...You are a thousand years older than her. Grandpa is an understatement, you fossil."
March sneezed. Maybe some dust got in her nose...
The sorcerer opened his mouth with a deeply offended expression, then puffed and looked away.
After a long and poignant pause, he continued:
"Anyway... as I was saying, Sevras has three weaknesses. The first one is his Flaw — he is incredibly powerful during the day, but nearly powerless during the night. The second one is his brother... surprising, I know, considering what he did to the poor guy. But the Ivory Lord still genuinely cares about his younger sibling. In fact, that is probably the only thing he cares about anymore, apart from his duty and principles."
Noctis grew quiet for a moment, and then added in a somber tone:
"And the third one is his city. That... Sevras loves his people. But he also hates them. They are a burden that weighs heavily on his soul, one that he cannot escape. Their relationship had long been perverted by Hope, and by his own stubborn unwillingness to give up. Noble, righteous Sevras... he might seem like the sanest among us, but in reality, he is the closest to utter madness. All it will take to send him over the edge is one push."
The immortal Transcendent sighed, then shook his head reproachfully.
"That guy... ah, truly, he has always been too serious. You can’t survive in this place without a sense of humor... even if you are immortal."
The sorcerer giggled at his own joke, and then looked at them with a relaxed smile.
"...So, we will attack at night, when the Ivory Dragon Sevirax is at his weakest. And we will kill his younger brother before dawn. That will be the push that sends him into the abyss, and dooms him."
Sunny shivered, looked at the immortal Transcendent, and asked cautiously:
"...Should we really make the dragon insane?"
Hearing this, Noctis simply laughed.
"Of course! Sevras the Ivory Lord is fearsome and dreadful, but Sevirax the Dragon is just a mindless beast. Killing a beast is not too difficult, for a cunning hunter. And while I might not be as righteous and as noble as Sevras..."
His smile disappeared, and his eyes suddenly shone with pale light.
"...I am blood of the Moon, Beast God... the God of Hunters."
With that, the sorcerer leaned back and took a sip of his wine, slowly returning to his usual carefree self.
"Granted, I have not hunted for a while... the wilderness is just so ghastly, you know? The dirt, the insects... the fashion. Oh, the horror!"
He sighed heavily, and then smiled again.
Sunny hesitated for a bit. He wasn’t completely convinced that pushing Sevras to madness was ideal. He had seen what people were able to do when losing all inhibitions...
There was a question that he really wanted to ask, but was not sure that he should.
Finally, he said:
"What is your Flaw, then? I know that it is not the kind of question people ask, or answer... but our lives will be depending on your fight with the dragon. I think... actually, just forget it."
Noctis waved his hand dismissively.
"Oh, it’s nothing much. More or less the exact opposite of his. I am at my strongest under the moonlight, but grow weak in the sunlight. No reason to hide it from friends."
He thought for a bit, and then added:
"Solvane’s Flaw is perhaps the most cruel... she is cursed with beguiling beauty. Being with her slowly drives people mad with longing and lust, like an insidious drug. The more someone spends time with her, the more they want to possess her, eventually giving in to irresistible desire. A terrible fate, no doubt, but... not exactly something we can use. Unless, of course, one of you... no, let’s not think about that!"
Noctis grinned, then shook his head.
"The Sun Prince’s Flaw... well, it doesn’t matter anymore. Now that he is encased in that steel monstrosity and almost mindless, we won’t be able to make use of it, anyway. We will just have to kill him in a straightforward manner. So... do you guys have questions?"
The four of them looked at each other, and after a long pause, Dan Heng asked:
"What exactly are we supposed to do while all of that is happening?"
The sorcerer stared at them in confusion, then raised an eyebrow.
"Why, is it not clear? While I am preoccupied with the Chain Lords... you will simply have to destroy the Sun Legion and the army of the Red Colosseum."
He thought for a bit, and then added:
"Well, if you somehow fail to destroy them, at least keep them away from me for a while. Solvane and the Sun Prince... yeah, shouldn’t take me too long... I think you will manage..."