Endless Evolution: Last Star - Chapter 1636: Wave of Wind

Chapter 1636: Wave of Wind

Cut. Cut. Cut.

Silvana was cutting apples, preparing the dough, and following all of Riska’s instructions. She had a lot of experience cooking various dishes. After all, whenever she had the chance, she preferred to cook Adam’s favorite meals herself rather than go to a restaurant.

Still, Riska was more serious than ever. Silvana was baking a pie not only for Adam, but Tron would appreciate it as well when he saw the result.

If Tron was involved in this in any way, Riska couldn’t settle for anything less than perfection.

“Good,” Riska nodded, looking at the sliced apples and the batter whipped up according to her recipe. “Now, we need to preheat the oven and arrange the apple slices in a vortex pattern. That way, we’ll have an impressive presentation, a cross-section, and a taste of sweet and tart with every bite, along with a rich apple aroma.”

Silvana wiped the sweat from her forehead with a wave of her hand and picked up one of the apples, seeing her reflection in its polished surface.

“These apples – I don’t remember seeing this variety in supermarkets. They’re elongated, and the edges are so sharp…”

Riska nodded.

“It’s a variety that grows only on this farm. Consider it a little bonus of cooking right here. You find things like this on every farm like this one.”

For some reason, Silvana gave a short laugh, turning the apple in her hand.

“Hmm?” Riska raised an eyebrow, confused.

Silvana shook her head.

“I was just thinking… You and I both love to cook, especially when we’re doing it for Tron and Adam. At the Citadel, there are enough ingredients for any dish, even the most complex ones. But how many unknown and unique ingredients are there that we don’t know about or can’t get because they only grow in the Dead Lands?”

She looked up at Riska, recalling Adam’s stay at Goen’s hunter’s house.

“I’ve seen what lies in the far reaches of the Primal Lands, and that’s only a tiny fraction, isn’t it?”

Riska tilted her head, tapping her cheek with a pensive look.

“Whoa, looks like someone’s started thinking far beyond our walls? That’s commendable, but right now we don’t have any exotic berries and fruits from the Dead Lands – we have apples, dough, and powdered sugar!”

“Yes!” Silvana replied like a soldier.

…

Scratch. Scratch. Scratch.

Adam scratched the back of his head, trying to figure out how he could damage all the steel blocks with a single punch.

He made two more attempts with the lasers, but the result was the same – give or take one steel block. He couldn’t compress his ancient energy any further. It was beyond his capabilities.

Sure, Adam wanted to just hit as hard as possible, but he realized that wouldn’t get him where he needed to go.

’Tsk, Tron didn’t just tell me to damage them, not destroy them, for nothing. It’s not about the damage or the power of my punch, but the distance, right? But… how can I reach the tenth block if I don’t attack the ninth first?’

For some reason, recent events flashed through Adam’s mind – specifically, how Keranda had appeared and saved him and Merra.

’Right, she just destroyed those walls, and even the protective runes couldn’t stop her, layer after layer. I could feel the pressure of her energy even before she appeared, while she was still in the air.’

Tap.

He got up, stretched, and assumed a fighting stance.

’I don’t need to attack the steel blocks, but rather the place where they are.’

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

All the ancient energy Adam possessed at that moment left his Evolution Tree and flowed into his tightly clenched fist.

Tron didn’t pay any attention to it. He assumed it was another attempt to destroy the steel blocks with a laser, but soon something caught his attention.

Instead of compressing his energy, Adam did the opposite. The purple energy expanded from his fist, forming a bubble.

The bubble grew larger and larger until it could no longer maintain its shape and burst into pieces.

The transparent fragments soared through the air, becoming one with the gusts of wind.

Tron’s eyes narrowed as Adam took a step back and struck the first steel block with all his might.

WHOOOOOOOSH!

Now, instead of a dense, concentrated laser that could easily pierce through even fifty steel blocks, a powerful gust of wind crashed into the massive structures towering before Adam.

Crack. Crack. Crack.

The gust of wind, filled with ancient energy, damaged the edges of the steel block, sending pieces flying off to the sides.

The wind current didn’t stop there, sweeping forward unimpeded and even picking up speed, since the edges of the steel blocks were getting smaller, meaning the wind had more room to accelerate.

“Huh, did he figure this out so quickly?” Tron thought to himself as he shook his head. “No, that’s not it. He was able to extend his ancient energy over such a range without losing control.’

When the wind current shattered the edges of the last steel block, Tron’s eyes grew deeper as he nodded.

’Good. That was exactly what I wanted from him. I don’t know if he read my mind or simply realized it was the only option. He passed this trial.’

Step.

Tron stepped out from behind the table and approached Adam, who was breathing heavily.

“Agh… Agh… Agh…”

He had used all the ancient energy he had for that attack. He couldn’t afford to fail now. Otherwise, he’d have to wait quite a while before his energy recovered.

“How did you figure out what to do?” Tron asked, his voice low.

Adam turned around with a confident smirk on his face.

“Ah? Are you saying that instead of congratulating me on the victory? Seriously…” He looked at the steel blocks. “What choice did I have? Try to compress my energy even more? If it was enough to just scratch the edges, then a wide-range attack was needed, not concentrated power, wasn’t it?”

Before Tron could answer, the elevator behind them opened as they saw Silvana and Riska walking toward them.

Riska was holding a juice, and Silvana, with a proud smile on her face, was carrying an apple pie, steam wafting in front of her face.

“Either way, you passed. Looks like it’s time to move on to the Dark Energy.”

“Really?”

“Sure, but first we’ll eat.”

“Hah, of course!”