Andrea crashed headfirst into a hard Light Screen.
Clutching her head, she got up.
“Ow, ow, ow, what’s going on here?”
The dim room was illuminated only by the faint glow of the Magic Circle before her, within which the flow of mana seemed to bind the silver-white Cocoon at its center.
From within the Cocoon, tentacles stretched outward, piercing through the Light Screen’s defense and wrapping around Andrea’s waist, repeatedly trying to pull her inside.
Andrea tried to break these bizarre tentacles with brute force, but the instant she touched them, she felt a powerful suction surge from her palm.
In just a moment, all her strength felt drained away, nearly causing her to collapse.
Luckily, she managed to use mana to replenish her energy in time.
And once Andrea cloaked her whole body in mana, the restless tentacles immediately became well-behaved, nervously releasing her and withdrawing back into the Cocoon.
Only then did Andrea breathe a sigh of relief, carefully studying the suspicious thing before her.
She wasn’t too familiar with the function of a Magic Circle, but from the arrangement and the nature of the mana, it was most likely set up by Ailaira Green herself.
“So where’s Ailaira? Jody said she was in the study, right?”
Andrea pondered, unconsciously shifting her gaze to the unmoving Cocoon.
The mana contained within gave her a sense of complexity and obscurity, as if different types of mana had been violently mixed together.
Among them, Andrea even sensed her own mana!
“No way… Did that woman really screw this up?”
Andrea was unwilling to believe such a possibility, but she was sure that the signs of life within this Cocoon were steadily declining.
The once smooth shell was showing signs of shriveling and collapsing, as if missing a key nutrient and unable to mature completely.
Panic crept in.
Andrea pressed her hand tightly to the Light Screen formed by the Magic Circle, closed her eyes, and pushed her perception of mana to the limit.
Finally, amid the tangled and powerful streams of mana inside the Cocoon, she caught a faint, familiar trace of Ailaira Green’s mana.
“So confident, swearing she’d never fail, and then you pull me in here—what are you trying to do…”
Andrea’s voice quivered a little.
She regarded the tentacle that had dragged her into the room just now as a plea for help.
Andrea paced restlessly, her mind a jumble, not knowing what to do.
Kind as she was and wanting to save Ailaira, she still knew nothing about Ailaira’s experiment and had no idea where to start!
Suddenly, Andrea stared at her somewhat dry palm—the mark left by that touch earlier.
The sensation at that instant was as if her Life Force had been drawn away.
Could it be that this thing needs to absorb Life Force from outside to make up for its own deficit?
Andrea’s mind was working at lightning speed.
She decided to give it a try and dispelled the layer of mana she used to protect herself.
Instantly, the Cocoon’s surface sprouted tentacles once more.
They merged in midair, growing even thicker, and directly broke through the ritual’s defense.
Sensing Andrea’s abundant Life Force, they surged straight for her.
As the tentacles attached to her arm, Andrea nervously swallowed, but she forced herself to endure the discomfort and allowed the tentacles to press against her skin, absorbing her Life Force.
The process wasn’t painful—in fact, it was oddly relaxing, as if she was lost in a blissful dream, all her aches forgotten.
But the dizziness that followed quickly left Andrea unable to stand, and she collapsed limply.
Thankfully, the considerate silver-white tentacle caught Andrea’s arm, sparing her from a face-first fall to the floor.
Andrea’s gaze turned a little dazed, her rosy lips parting in a faint, low moan. “Still not enough?”
She glanced at the Cocoon and found that most of its Life Force had indeed been restored.
It no longer looked withered.
But before Andrea could feel any joy, the Cocoon’s silk surface suddenly convulsed violently.
More tentacles burst out and began attacking the Magic Circle that held it in place.
The array Ailaira had set up should have been unbreakable from either side.
However, the revived Cocoon instinctively channeled the pure Bloodline Power from Andrea stored inside Ailaira’s body, mixing Andrea’s End-attributed mana into the tentacle tips.
As a result, the tentacles turned into natural erasers, and wherever they touched, they easily destroyed the ritual’s mechanisms.
With the shattering lights of the broken array, the Cocoon swelled until it nearly filled the entire study.
Andrea’s eyes widened as more tentacles lunged toward her.
She hastily tried to summon her mana to protect herself, but having put herself right in the net, the Cocoon gave her no chance to resist and directly dragged Andrea toward it.
Pitiful Andrea still had a sliver of strength left—she could shift into Dragon Form.
But just as she was about to act, she recalled she might break this new home again.
That brief hesitation allowed several tentacles to coil around her waist and legs.
The ravenous “children” burrowed into Andrea’s dress, greedily drawing in her fiery warmth.
Andrea thus lost her last chance to struggle, and could only keep her fading eyes open as she watched herself pulled into the Cocoon.
Inside the space saturated with dense mana liquid, Andrea finally got her wish—she saw Ailaira Green.
At this moment, the Witch was completely bare, her eyes shut, arms and legs curled up, sleeping soundly like a baby in swaddling clothes.
Sensing Andrea’s presence, the Witch instinctively reached out, pulling Andrea into her embrace and holding her tightly.
The tentacles’ assault only grew fiercer, and even the mighty physique and vast Life Force of the Red Dragon seemed almost insufficient.
In the end, Andrea couldn’t hold out.
A few ambiguous breaths escaped her lips.
She raised her flushed face from Ailaira’s chest, eyes misty and filled with feeling, staring unwillingly at Ailaira.
You’re bullying me so much—how can you still sleep!?
Wake up already!!
At that moment, Andrea’s obsession with certain aspects of Ailaira overcame her physical weakness.
She mustered her strength and drove the only part she could still move—her head—straight into Ailaira’s chin.
Ailaira’s chin took the blow as if popping a bubble of illusion; her spirit struggled and finally her eyes fluttered open.
The first thing she saw was Andrea, looking pitiful like a starving young beast, making one’s heart ache.
And as her awareness returned, Ailaira was overwhelmed by an indescribable sensation of bliss, flowing through her from the tentacles tightly wrapped around Andrea.
Andrea glared, signaling with her eyes for Ailaira to hurry and let her go.
But the tentacles didn’t release her—instead, they grew even bolder!
Andrea: ?
Ailaira: Lost control.
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