Chapter 7:
The Legacy of Lost Magic
Zeathel let out a devilish laugh at his introduction. "What a wonderful name you picked to fit right in with the people. So tell me about these precious humans your family praised so much to betray our kind."
Kurt gritted his teeth at his insolent words and retorted back, "I will never join this wretched cult."
This made Zeathel rabidly frown as he twisted his body and flung his leg on Kurt's side. The impact sent his body flying and colliding against the wall as it cracked like a meteor had crashed in.
"What a shame Larvin and I went to all the trouble of getting you back...~" Muna sighed in disappointment.
"Larvin, you're on thin ice now and I'll only say this once. Join us or meet your end!"
Kurt's body had fallen onto the floor in pain; he started to cough as the dust cloud began to settle and he gripped a nearby pillar, struggling to pull his weight up.
"I thought it was Charles who turned me in..."
"Oh heavens no.~ That man is no witch. He's where he belongs now, deep underground!~"
I never wished him death....even when he harmed me.
"Kill me then...I would rather die than ever serve wicked leaders...."
In a battle cry, Zeathel raises his arms with blades at each hand. They grazed his wrists enough to draw out blood and as they flowed out. Individual droplets became shards, and a stream of blood that formed on each of the arms hardened as individual pieces. As he forces them together with the blades, it creates a bloody staff.
He flings his arms toward Kurt and the shards target him, but he whips his chain to pull the cell guard as a shield.
Draven yells at Colton and his group to retreat and prepare the witches to move on with the plan. "Hurry and get out! We'll handle this." As the group escapes, Draven begins to enchant a spell, summoning his sword, and charges at full speed to Kurt.
As he flung his sword, Kurt pushed the dead guard aside and stretched his arms out enough to have the sword cut the chains. Kurt then swiftly backed away before he could swing again.
"Thanks for the help, I owe you one."
"You bastard!"
Draven's blood boiled even more as he kept fighting alongside Zeathel and Muna was still perched on her throne, watching amusingly.
"You hag, stop sitting there and fight!"
Muna scoffed at his insult and simply looked away fanning herself again. "You know I'm not a fighter Draven. Or are you admitting that you're simply too weak to handle a mere prisoner?"
"Nghh! That's it, I had it with you!! When I kill this guy I'm coming after your head!"
Draven's eyes started to glow as he enchanted a power move, but Kurt dodged every blow.
I still feel too weak to use magic...I need to find a way to get out of here.
But Kurt felt a trickle of red blood fall onto his hand and it seeped right through his skin. He looks up to see the shards of blood again, dripping the crimson liquid. He began to feel like someone was strangling him from the inside, his knees smacked onto the ground, and his body kept twisting around.
W-What is this? Why can't I move?
"Blood magic can only work when the enemy absorbs the blood. You shouldn't have been so careless." Zeathel points his staff at Kurt commanding the shards to fall onto him, but he suddenly disappears into thin air and the the shards pierce the ground.
"He's escaped!" Draven yells in shock at how Kurt didn't die.
Bothered by the surprise attack, Zeathel looked around to see where he was hiding and Muna laughed at the display of the gentlemen.
"Mmmm, it seems like he has enough power to conceal his magic.~"
"Draven, get with Colton and inform him about Larvin's escape. He must be captured."
Draven nods at Zeathel's command and runs out of the hall to relay the message to Colton.
"Muna, I'm entrusting you with the castle. Now that I used my powers, it has exposed our location. I'll be heading out with the rest and conquer Idris."
"What a splendid plan, I'll definitely treat the guests well.~"
Zeathel headed out of the chamber to regroup with Colton and Draven as Muna began to prepare the hideout to her liking.
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