Lazarak was about to say sothing when he sensed an incoming attack. He created a chain of darkness that pulled him down just in ti to evade the swipe of one of the dirty umbilical cords.
He didn’t want to be touched by whatever that amniotic fluid was made of, it looked and slled disgusting.
His gaze turned to Damon with a frown.
"That was a close one," he muttered, realizing he had let his worry for his friend carry him away.
Damon charged into battle again. The pain from his wounds was nothing. This body wasn’t exactly human, so it didn’t bleed red blood, and it wasn’t even his, so there was no need for him to care for it too much.
It was a vessel he was using. Still, he was more interested in what had struck him.
"What was that... anyway?" he asked Lazarak, who was more ancient and had so clue.
Lazarus had been here since the world ca to be. He had experience no amount of study could compete with and had lived what was written in books.
"It’s magic," Lazarak replied, stepping over a slanted wall as several umbilical cords lunged after him. The cords shattered rocks after attacking Damon, they lost their montum leaving them vulnerable.
"I know. I’m asking which kind," Damon said, his eyes narrowing. That was not just fire magic.
Lazarak twined himself around Damon as they spun between two of the umbilical cords. He was more disgusted by them than worried about being impaled.
"It’s multi-attribute magic. Spells that combine two or more attributes pack a lot of power," Lazarak said.
This was common knowledge to him, but Damon was too young to understand how magic worked when the world still had multiple attributes.
"Wouldn’t there be a conflict?" Damon asked.
Lazarak glanced at the mother of stillbirths as chains of darkness pulled her down.
"No, if you use the right sequence, it works. This type of magic is obsolete now, since people can only use one attribute."
Damon nodded and pointed his hand at the mother.
"How about I repay an expulsion with an expulsion or maybe two?"
Magic ford long, deadly projectiles.
[Magic Missile.]
Volatile lances of magical energy shot forward toward the bound mother of stillbirths.
She struggled to break free, but the glowing white projectiles traveled too fast. As soon as they reached her, they exploded in a deafening series of bangs and shocks that made the air tremble and sent her smoking body flying.
One of her umbilical cords was severed and flew in the opposite direction. She crashed into the ground with a shriek.
Lazarak glanced in her direction as her damaged body squealed and split, giving birth to another hollow, lifeless stillborn. As soon as it erged, it raised its hand. A green healing light spread over the mother, nding her wounds as if she had been uninjured all along.
Damon narrowed his eyes.
"What the hell type of magic is that?"
He knew it was healing magic. If it were tied to a single attribute, it would be light, water, or fire but he sensed none of those.
Was this a conceptual attribute he didn’t recognize.
"That’s healing magic. This particular one is based on none-attribute magic. I imagine it’s no longer in use," Lazarak explained, familiar with the deeper intricacies of magic.
Damon nodded slowly.
"I see. But how is she using multiple attributes? Everyone who isn’t part of the loophole of being a stillborn only has one attribute, right?"
Lazarak didn’t dwell on it.
"That’s what the stillborns are for. The hollow, mindless ones she creates are rely vessels of her will. Each of them has a unique attribute, or in this case, multiple attributes. Since they have no will, she can possess them."
"Creating a unique magical effect," Damon added coldly, raising his dealer’s hand. His blade glead as the half-broken sword filled with mana and reacted to his killing intent.
"So we just have to kill her faster than she can reproduce those things."
Lazarak raised his hand with a cold expression.
"I don’t condone murder, but I despise senseless cruelty even more. Let’s destroy this hideous thing."
From his raised hands, darkness began to spread, pooling around him and covering his body. Or rather, it was his body becoming darkness itself, spreading and growing into the cavern.
When Damon had first t Lazarak, he had been a formless darkness. Now he was resuming that form, but offensively.
The darkness spread like a wave, smashing through walls and spreading wildly.
The mother of stillbirths saw the darkness coming and knew running was not an option. She split open to give birth once more, producing a few hollow stillborn.
As soon as they were born, their forms radiated a bright white light. They were tossed toward the encroaching darkness. When the darkness t the light, they exploded. The white light threatened to push back the spreading darkness.
For a brief mont, the world was split between two forces: a beautiful white glow and a deep darkness that tried to engulf it.
The mother raised her umbilical cords, pushing the light back and sending the darkness scattering. Lazarak erged with a smile on his face.
"You fell for it."
As soon as she saw him, the mother realized the other one...Damon, who was supposed to be inside the darkness with Lazarak was gone.
At that sa mont, she sensed sothing behind her. Her umbilical cords, which made up her grotesque form, trembled. It was too late to react.
Damon’s hand created hundreds of swords behind her, all aid at point-blank range.
"Nothing personal. You’re just in the way."
The hundreds of swords shot forward, tearing into her hideous form before she could react. Flesh was shredded into tiny pieces and then ripped further into blood mist by the barrage.
There was nothing left. Only blood. From her death, everywhere went silent. The stillborns stopped moving, then fell one by one.
Damon heard a small chi.
[You have slain mother of stillbirths.]
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