Faced with the Thunder Dragon’s sudden, straightforward remark, Makoto—who was usually quick-witted and adept at reading hearts—found her high offensive power met with low defense, and she could only urge the other to hurry out the door.
For the Thunder Dragon, who had been wandering The Heavens and overlooking the land lately, finding a relatively safe and secluded spot was not difficult.
The two soon arrived at a flat, deserted beach.
The sunlight was just right, casting shimmering gold onto the undulating waves; from a distance, it was almost dazzling.
The two strolled along the winding coastline, enjoying a rare moment of leisure.
“It seems I should have listened to you; I only realized what good weather it was after coming outside.
Things are also going smoothly for Ei on the front lines, and he’ll be back soon.
Could this be considered a double blessing?” Makoto turned back with a smile, looking at the Thunder Dragon who was absentmindedly scratching the sand with her tail as they walked.
Clementine crossed her arms and replied.
“After all, it’s not often our Raiden-sama comes out to cherish the time.
The sun and fortune should show a little respect.” So Makoto leaned in a bit closer to speak with her.
“Don’t say that.
We’ll have many days like this in the future.” Clementine flicked her tail with a hint of confusion, and after a moment of thought, she spoke: “Is the Archon War…
coming to an end?” Makoto shook her head, though her mood was visibly good.
“It’s certainly not that easy for something like this to end, but the Archons on Inazuma’s side have mostly been dealt with by Ei.
Even if one or two slipped through the net, they wouldn’t dare provoke us directly.” “In short, we have a period of time to catch our breath and resolve other internal issues within Inazuma.” Clementine nodded: “I see, that’s a good thing.” After nodding, she remembered to ask: “But then, won’t you have even more things to be busy with?” Makoto tilted her head in thought and replied: “It shouldn’t be much different from now.
After all, once the borders are peaceful, there will be more manpower available.
Construction and development benefit all the people; everyone will be willing to participate.” Hearing that Makoto’s tone was quite relaxed, Clementine chose to trust her judgment.
She added half-jokingly: “Then, to ensure that the next time our Ogosho-sama comes out for a breeze, fifty years in the mortal world haven’t passed, I will help.” Makoto smiled and replied: “Alright, then I’ll leave it to you.” Clementine didn’t reply, but her tail swayed in a pleasant arc.
On the distant coastline, along with the surging waves, came not just fine sand but also a dark, heavy mist.
A black airflow billowed out, blocking their path.
This place had beautiful scenery and flat paths; there had to be a reason why people were so scarce.
It seemed the pollution coming from nowhere before them was that reason.
Makoto looked around and breathed a sigh of relief when she found no creatures likely to be mutated or harmed by the pollution.
In that case, things wouldn’t be too troublesome; the joke about today’s great fortune seemed to have some truth to it.
Turning her head, she saw that the Thunder Dragon, who had been sluggishly trailing behind her, had at some point flashed to the front of the black mist, her hand reaching out as if to touch the substance of unknown material.
Makoto instinctively called out a warning, but Clementine didn’t look back, simply replying that it was a small matter.
Clementine raised her hand, and several golden patterns bloomed within the lightning.
As her palm slightly closed, the golden light solidified like several golden chains, surrounding most of the black mist.
The chains tightened continuously; though they appeared full of gaps, they compressed the invisible mist into a flowing black gas sphere centered around the golden chains.
Then, the chains suddenly erupted with light, and the lightning began to leap frantically.
Under the effect of the electrodes, the mindless black mist could only be drawn toward the core of the lightning, becoming part of the gas sphere.
The thunder at the center acted like a giant pump, swallowing and siphoning the scattered black mist from the surrounding air.
Before long, it was all trapped by the chains, struggling in vain.
The chains gradually deformed, dispersing into arcs of electricity that pierced through the black gas sphere; every penetration seemed to make the blackness dissipate a little more.
With a wave of Clementine’s hand, the entire energy ball composed of lightning flew into the sky and exploded after a long moment.
The black gas had completely disappeared, and golden light scattered in all directions, still carrying residual power.
Fortunately, it was far enough from the ground that the explosion looked more like a display of golden fireworks during the day.
“That’s that solved.” Clementine clapped her hands happily and turned back.
Seeing her purification process for the first time, Makoto couldn’t help but feel a bit shocked.
“Purification…
is actually resolved in this manner?” “Oh, you mean this.” Clementine responded sincerely: “I belong to the violent exorcism school.” What bad intentions could Longlong have?
Just tell her if it’s purified or not.
Makoto seemed to think of something and spoke carefully: “In that case, can the power of purification be preserved in other vessels?” “As long as the vessel can bear enough spirituality.
After all, the Electro Element itself is a vessel; what truly works is the Authority of Purifying the World and Cleansing Evil itself.” “What if…
it were injected into the Ley Lines?
Everything above and below ground is carried within the Ley Lines; in terms of bearing it, there should be no problem.
If this power could flow through all of Inazuma via the Ley Lines, wouldn’t that resolve those resentments and filth?” Clementine expressed that she was shocked by Makoto’s bold hypothesis.
“It sounds feasible, but I’ve never tried such a thing, so I can’t guarantee whether it will work or not.” “I see.” Makoto nodded, quickened her pace to grab the Thunder Dragon’s sleeve, and pulled her back toward the way they came.
“Wait a minute, what’s the rush?” Clementine was so surprised she even forgot to wag her tail; it now trailed on the ground, looking like a separate creature from the dragon herself.
“Since the idea came to mind, let’s go back and test it out.
Important matters like this are better handled sooner than later.” “So it turns out we’re back to being busy and working ourselves to the bone.” Clementine sighed helplessly.
“Fine, since you’ve said so, I’ll help.”