Ultimate Light Thread

Following the river upstream, they reached a narrow bend, flanked on both sides by towering cliffs.

"Come out. I can already sense the key's presence. You can't hide."

Above the river, Holy Light swirled around Grant like shooting stars, while six radiant wings shone from his back. His gaze swept back and forth across the river's surface, his voice carrying a trace of anger as it echoed through the narrow valley.

Yet the silent valley offered no response.

"Still hiding..."

Grant gave a cold snort. Suddenly, he lightly tapped behind himself in a certain direction. In an instant, a light spike pierced out from the river ahead. At the same time, a shadow was forced out of the water, impaled straight through the chest by the spike.

But when Grant saw the shadow clearly, he could not help frowning.

—It was a scarecrow, with a strange face drawn on it. The smile on that face was stretched wide with blatant mockery, its eyes narrowed into lewd arcs as they slanted toward the left.

The scarecrow's face was aimed directly at Grant, making his already displeased expression look even angrier.

However, his expression swiftly changed.

"Damn it... A sneak attack!"

A spray of tiny Ice Needles had emerged from the lake behind him at some unknown moment, flying over without a sound. Grant did not know how he had noticed them, but he suddenly turned and lightly tapped with his hand.

In that instant, the Holy Light seemed to transform into a mirror before him. The Ice Needles struck it and were reflected away at every possible angle, splashing across that stretch of river.

Afterward, the once-rushing river gradually slowed, and chunks of ice even began to emerge—those tiny Ice Needles had melted into the water and nearly frozen that entire