The clouds thundered, resonating with Jaegar, crackling throughout the battlefield. It was like a chain, spreading across the field, shooting right through the soldiers bodies.
They didn't even have ti to react, as the lightning was nimble.
In the midst of the chaotic lee, Jaegar locked eyes with a towering brute—one of the first enemies he had faced upon the army's arrival. With a flex of his magical energy, he stretched his hands, and lightning shot towards the brute, binding and restraining the struggling beast. Jaegar's gaze was intense as he demanded, "Who brought you here? Speak now or burn alive!"
The brute didn't seem to open his mouth, and he was staring at Jaegar with a blank expression. Jaegar frowned, and he looked up at his face closely and inspected the brute.
Then, with a flick of his hand, he burned the brute man's hand.
Jaegar's frown only deepened as he observed his reaction.
That man didn't even react or shout in pain. That's when Jaegar understood; his senses were all blocked, leaving him to savagely kill him.
On another part of the battlefield, the very earth seed to tremble beneath the tread of Lylith, the summoned demoness, queen of the hells herself. Her massive leathery wings unfurled as she strode forward, razor-sharp talons gouging furrows in the ground. Unholy fire danced around her taloned hands as she unleashed gouts of fla, demonic laughter pealing out in sadistic delight.
The army's mages endeavoured to bring their powers to bear, chanting and tracing arcane sigils in the air. But their efforts were astonishingly outmatched by the hellish might of Lylith. Their spells washed over her like a tide upon the rocks as she advanced inexorably. One by one, the wizards fell, either incinerated by her flas or rent asunder by the sweeps of her razor-sharp claws.
At the central command pavilion overlooking the battlefield, Daikrimore's most trusted general conferred in hushed tones with a mysterious figure—a man clad in sweeping robes, his long beard and hair bound neatly at the nape of his neck.
If Jaegar could see him, he would instantly recognize the inscrutable Xilong Li, the man who kidnapped him.
"The situation does not bode well," the general said, his voice a grim rasp. "Who in the seven hells is that mage, and what foul demon from the abyss keeps him company?"
Xilong Li's gaze was penetrating and deep. "Whatever they may be, if they are not eliminated swiftly, it will prove...difficult." Chapter Explore:
Li was expectantly looking at Jaegar and the demoness, who were singlehandedly overthrowing the Daikrimore's forces. A few days before, Li was inford of the incidents that happened in the fortress and how Jaegar effortlessly killed the mage.
Now he was seeing with his very own eyes. And he couldn't see those magic bracelets on him anymore; how on earth did he get rid of them? It was pestering Li.
He was thinking that they may have underestimated Jaegar.
Unknown to the general, Li's web of spies and informants had been monitoring Jaegar's movents intensely in the days prior. His agents had picked up the wizard's trail the mont he departed the city, only briefly losing him for a while within the dense forests before reacquiring it and shadowing him all the way to this fateful battlefield.
When he disappeared in the forest for a brief ti, that was when the bracelets had been missing. He even sent his n searching the whole area to see if he could find any clue, but nothing ca out of the ordinary.
As Li pondered this intelligence, one of his n approached and murmured urgently about what happened back in Qashaidan.
Li abruptly stood up.
"An urgent matter requires my attention," he stated flatly to the general. "I must take my leave of this place."
The general looked at him with consternation. "But what of the invaders? And that demon witch?"
Li allowed a thin smile to crease his weathered features. "General, I have upheld the terms of our bargain by delivering the brute warriors into your hands. The rest is up to you now."
With those words, the enigmatic man turned and strode from the pavilion, calling to his attendant n, "We are departing imdiately. Summon all of our forces and make ready; we return to Qashaidan at once."
His captain bowed in acknowledgent, and soon the snap of orders could be heard as Li's n hastened to obey.
Abandoning the battlefield behind them, they made their swift departure, the aged mystic's mind clearly occupied by mysteries and happenings that dwarfed this local conflict.
In his haste to depart, Xilong Li did not notice Jaegar's piercing gaze locked upon him from across the battlefield.
The wizard's eyes narrowed as he recognized the enigmatic mystic's distinct aura and bearing.
There could be no mistaking his identity—this was indeed the inscrutable Xilong Li.
A surge of questioning rage flooded through Jaegar's being. Before he could fully process what he was seeing, his body acted on instinct. He willed himself aloft, levitating a few feet from the bloodstained ground before propelling himself forward like an arrow loosed from a bow.
Jaegar streaked through the air, rapidly closing the distance between himself and Li with each passing heartbeat. But that man was nothing if not prepared.
Even as Jaegar barreled toward him, Li deftly traced an arcane sigil with one hand, opening a shimring circular portal. Not breaking his stride, he swept through the extradinsional gateway, trailed by his n in a cascading line.
They moved with such urgency that no one noticed the rapidly approaching Jaegar.
The wizard tried to arrest his montum, but it was too late.
Just as he was about to collide with Li and his n, the portal winked out of existence.
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