Fox Of Greed (Greedy Fox Book 1)

~~ FIFTY EIGHT ~~

A/N: Hello, I am back. Hopefully I've stopped procrastinating and I'll actually get more writing in to keep my promise of finishing these novels *the new date I'm aiming for is the end of August* XD

I just wanted to take a moment to thank everyone who has voted on Fox of Greed in the past few weeks and added my fanfiction into their reading lists. Like, no joke, guys, it's making me motivated to get back on the horse and write more. I am so insanely glad that you are all loving the story so much so far and I want to thank you for all your comments and your interactions within this novel ^-^

THANK YOU!!! <3

Now a quick note about the chapter, I would love all feedback on CH58 because I found it hard to write this one. Mainly because Estra isn't the main focus since I'm following the King vs Helbram battle. I feel like I haven't been able to get into Estra's head much for this one and it lacks the same flow as the others. I am not kidding, I love all feedback - lay on the criticism - and would appreciate the thoughts of my wonderful readers :) Oh and the chapters are also longer from this point onwards, a warning in advance (can't remember if I already gave that warning or not lol)

Okay, enough talking from me! Read on to see what occurs::::: 

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Emerald and jade swirled on the surface of a transparent sphere. The roots batted uselessly against it. A high pitched sound keened inside the dome, a refreshingly cold air settling on my skin. The roots fell silent and the dust they raised obscured Helbram.

The ground around the sphere was a crater and I whistled at the damage those roots had done. Would I have been able to hold that off with firework? Probably at the expense of my own life. King lay on the ground, raising himself slowly. He looked like I felt.

A pang of pain; I pressed my hand against my side, my hand coming away wet with blood. Hissing, I applied full pressure with my palm to staunch the flow, at least until my healing kicked in. I had enough mana stored after using Kitsune for the firework shield, but I loathed to use it to advance the healing, not while Helbram still kicked.

A soft whisper tickled my ear and I whipped around, seeing no one. Leraj was on his backside, head craned back; Guila hugged Ziel tight; Helbram held his hand to his own wound on his side, the armour obliterated. The whisper sang again, coming from all around me.

It was old, ancient, but childish and tinkling like bells on the wind. The others didn't react at all to it and I realised I was the only one who could hear it. I dared not open my mouth to answer the sounds in case the others thought I'd been hit too many times on the head.

The dust settled. Helbram's face was twisted with shock and rage – very pleasing to the eye. He spoke but the words didn't reach; he no doubt saw me laughing though.

The whisper reached a crescendo, swelling with power. It took my breath away and subsequently replaced it. Beneath my hand, the gash restitched, faster than I thought possible, bending me sideways with the itch.

Then I stood ramrod straight – practically jolting on the spot – supercharged.

Every eye turned to me. I grinned, flames dancing down my arms, vibrant, chilling power in my veins once again. The aches disappeared, my wounds healed, the mana I thought would take hours to replenish overflowing in a single second. I felt stronger than ever before. Power hummed like lightning zings through my body.

The others were all admiring their own recovery, peeling their tired bodies off the ground. I bounded over to Leraj, light as a feather, quick as an arrow. He tilted his head up to me and let me haul him off the ground. I tugged too hard though and sent us both stumbling. His hands wrapped around my waist to stop us both careening onto the ground.