Zeke was pushed forward and forced through the door. He passed the two guards outside, as well as two more on the inside. Zeke recognized all four as part of the personal retinue of the Archmage, tasked with protecting him at all tis. However, his gaze didnt linger as he was driven further into the room.
Upon entering, the first thing he noticed was the ginormous bed that took up a significant portion of the chamber. As with everything else here, it was overly luxurious. Even so, his gaze passed over the fineries and found the eyes of the sickly figure lying within. The Archmage was staring back at him from his prone position in the middle of a sea of pillows. His gaze was full of venom and malicious glee.
Zeke was moved before the bed and made to kneel by the woman who had caught him. Afterward, she took a spot on the opposite side of the bed. The male Chiroi, who was most likely her brother, tossed her one of the Marrow-Shackles, which she promptly aid at Zeke, daring him to move.
The archmage nodded appreciatively before addressing Zeke for the first ti. Who are you, boy? the man rasped. His voice was hoarse and sickly compared to the last ti Zeke had seen him, and his eyes seed to have trouble focusing. Even so, he was far from defenseless, judging by the waves of Magic power radiating off him.
Zeke stared right back at the man without a shred of fear. Blood Dragon is what they call , he replied.
Blood Dragon the Archmage repeated, a hint of recognition entering his voice. I have heard of you. Arent you one of the brats fighting for the Lions Den?
Zeke nodded.
Is that why you are here? To assassinate before I can assist my brother? the man asked. It seed he wasnt even trying to hide his plans anymore. This could only an that he had already decided Zekes fate.
Even so, Zeke didnt deny the claim. Thats right. I was the one who poisoned you as well.
Poisoned? the man asked with a chuckle. Did you think I would believe that? No, this is no poison, he stated confidently, his gaze boring into Zeke with a renewed intensity. This is Soul damage.
Zekes eyes widened before he could stop himself. He couldnt help it. After all, this was the first ti he had heard anybody else speak of the Soul. Not only that, the man had even recognized it rely by the type of his suffering. What was going on?
Didnt expect to notice, did you, you little shit? the Archmage said with a knowing smirk. Well, too bad for you that its not the first ti Ive experienced sothing like this. But dont worry, Ive already summoned an expert, and in a couple of days, Ill be as good as new.
Zeke kept his mouth shut, returning his expression to a serene mask. Inwardly, however, his mind was in turmoil. Who was this expert? Where else had he experienced Soul damage? Zeke desperately wanted to know, but he was well aware that the man would not answer even if he asked.
The only thing I want to know, the Archmage continued, is how you managed to damage my Soul. Zeke remained quiet, staring defiantly at the man.
The Archmage scoffed. Tell now, and I will grant you a painless death. Defy , and you will be in so much pain that you will beg for death before long.
Zeke thought about the offer and eventually decided that it wouldnt hurt to indulge the man a bit. I will speak, he said, under the condition that you tell where you encountered Soul damage.
The Archmage sneered but, after a mont of thought, decided that it didnt matter if he told the story. After all, the boy wouldnt live past today. It was over a century ago, right after I advanced to the Archmage level, the man said, a bitter smile on his face. I was cocky after my successful breakthrough and tried to get rid of an old rival. However, just before that damnable whoreson bit the dust, he released one last Spell, damaging my Soul in the process.
What kind of Mage was it? Zeke asked eagerly.
A Death Mage, of course, the man replied with a hint of suspicion. Isnt that where you learned the craft as well?
Zeke didnt quite follow but didnt deny the accusation either. Maybe, he said neutrally.
It doesnt matter, the Archmage said impatiently. Now, tell how you injured . I can feel that you are not a Death Mage, and even if you were, you are far too weak to do anything to .
I abused a loophole in the transfer Ritual to gain access to your Soul and chipped away at it, Zeke explained truthfully. Unfortunately, it wasnt enough, so I ca to finish you off in person.
The Archmage looked at him with an incredulous expression. Either he hadnt expected Zeke to keep his word, or he was baffled by the nonchalant way the boy had talked about killing him. After a mont of silence, he burst out laughing.
Finish off he wheezed. How is that going, you little shit?
Observing the man struggling to catch his breath, Zeke maintained his silence. Because of the cacophony of noise, the man failed to notice the subtle smile adorning Zeke's lips, nor did he register the quietly spoken response. It is going just as planned.
At that very mont, he shared a glance with the horned siblings, who were still aiming their guns at his head. Both responded with nods of their own before whipping their guns up and firing at the two guards at the entrance.
The Marrow-Shackles hissed furiously, signifying the release of pressure. A shrill noise pierced the air as countless tiny projectiles struck the two unsuspecting guards, causing them to crumple to the ground. Their fate was the sa as the Chiroi of the Lions Den, who had been crippled by the very sa weapon not too long ago.
This tumult finally managed to snap the Archmage out of his state of laughter, but before he could even react, the two Chiroi whipped their weapons around and aid their barrels at him.
I command you to stop, he bellowed.
To his utter surprise, the Slaves didnt stop or even react to his order. Instead, they pulled the trigger again and again, firing one round after the other at his prone form.
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The Archmage, though surprised, wasnt as helpless as he seed. Before the first shot could even reach him, a shield sprung up, covering him in a coating of flas. The Voidiron pellets failed to penetrate at first, and even among the later rounds, only a scant few managed to reach his body.
He shrieked in pain when the few projectiles he couldnt stop buried themselves into his flesh. It was quite obvious that he had beco unacquainted with the pain of battle during his cushy reign.
After shooting five tis, the triggers continued to click, but no further rounds were discharged. Without hesitation, both Chiroi discarded the weapons and faced the irate Archmage head-on. They were well aware that they stood no chance against him in a fair fight, wounded or not. Knowing this, they used the only thing they could do that had any chance of working against such an opponent their innate abilities.
Zeke knew about their abilities from the mories he had consud, but this was the first ti he saw it for himself. Their eyes turned dark, completely hiding their sclera. An oppressive force could be felt, and only the fact that the room was magically isolated prevented the guards outside from noticing that sothing was off.
The Archmage froze as if gripped by invisible shackles.
This was it. The petrifying glare the siblings were famous for. It was the one thing the Archmage always thought about when looking at either of the two. Even though they had been his Slaves, he had never liked to have them around because he had long begun to wonder if their abilities would also be effective against him.
However, the paralysis only lasted for a mont.
A man-sized fist of fire slapped one of the siblings across the room. With a loud thud, the man impacted the far wall. The cacophony of breaking bones reverberated through the relatively quiet space, stark in its intensity. Undeterred by the brutal assault, the woman persisted in wielding her ability. Nevertheless, it beca increasingly evident that victory was slipping from her grasp. In a re matter of seconds, the Archmage would inevitably break free from his restraints and deliver the decisive blow.
Or at least that would have happened.
Just then, a brown-haired figure appeared above the Archmage. In this frozen mont, Zeke seed to float in mid-air, parallel to the ground and at eye level with his opponent. Their gazes t, and Zeke noticed the signs of realization dawning on the man. He was weakened from Soul damage, injured by Voidiron, and held in place by Magic. And now, now he was going to die.
The mont passed, and Zeke stabbed both of his Blood spikes into the mans eyes. He felt his spikes encounter so resistance before penetrating through the eye sockets and into the mans brain.
Zeke didnt take any ti to celebrate the Archmages demise. Instead, he let himself fall onto his enemys limp body carelessly, already switched over to his Soul Sight. The Archmages dying Soul had begun disintegrating now that the body it had been tethered to was gone. With the Souls integrity compromised, he didnt even need to bother with an access point. He ignored the wavering contour of the Archmages Soul and beelined for the only area that mattered anymore.
Now that Zeke didnt have to care about being discovered, he arrived at his destination in an instant. He looked down at the fields of Souls on the Archmages spine, containing the countless Soul fragnts. Even though the siblings and Soria were already free, Zeke would be damned if he didnt use every last mont to save as many as he could.
Without a monts hesitation, he ripped out the first fragnt, taking a chunk of the Archmage Soul with it. He only had seconds and couldnt care about the process any more than necessary. He stuffed it inside his own Soul, uncaring about the location it landed before grabbing the next one.
He retrieved a third and then a fourth, but instead of relief, desperation gripped him. The once-solid outlines of the Archmages Soul were already getting blurry. How many more could he rescue?
He secured a fifth and then a sixth. Already, the edges of the fields were affected by the decay. Most likely, the first of the Slaves would already be dead by the ti he returned to pick up the next.
Zeke split his focus and, in turn, split his tether into a multipronged tool. He hurriedly extended it towards the side of the field that was in the most imdiate danger. He managed to grab three fragnts at once, but dozens remained. Three more joined the fold, bringing the grand total up to nine.
If only if only he had a little more ti.
Zeke used his [Perfect Body Control] to speed up his brain in an attempt to slow his perception. Yet, nothing happened. He cursed himself for the wasted mont. This had been the worst ti to find out that his physical attributes held no bearing on the state of his Soul.
Helplessly, he watched the edges of the fields collapse, casting the first dozen or so fragnts into the void. Their light disappeared after no more than a mont, claiming the lives of their unwitting owners in the process.
He just needed ti!
His tethers rushed toward the edges of the field, where the fuzziness approached another row. Zeke managed to grab four more fragnts, but as he yanked them towards himself, he lost hold of one. He could do nothing as he watched it tumble into the void and blink out.
In a state of panicked frustration, Zeke attempted to cast the spell once more, fully aware of its futility. Driven by instinctual desperation, he tapped into his other affinities as his tethers extended once again. He sought to enhance his speed, sharpen his focus, and, above all, buy himself more ti. He kept the fuzzy edge of the dissolving Archmage Soul in his sight as it approached the fragnts, willing it to stop moving with growing desperation.
Helplessly, he kept casting his [Perfect Body Control] and any other Spell that seed even remotely promising and
Ti stopped, and his thoughts beca crystal clear. Calm washed over him in a familiar feeling of perfect serenity. After all this ti, Zeke had once again managed to enter this state of hyperawareness in his ti of greatest need.
He saw the encroaching void slow to a standstill as his tether snatched a set of Soul fragnts away from its destruction, and another, and another. His panic had abated, as it could not serve him. Instead, he worked with quiet efficiency, casting again and again to shelter as many of the fragnts as possible. In this state, he would be able to extend the next couple of seconds into an eternity.
If he were able to hold it for that long.
Zeke didnt waste a single mont, and neither did he think about those he was too late to save. He continued his labor like a machinetireless, precise, and without any emotions to distract him from his task. Rows upon rows of fragnts joined his growing collection. A dozen at first, but soon, there were hundreds of tiny sparks adorning his Soul like the starry sky on a cloudless night.
His capillaries ruptured first, and blood began to rush from his nose in a violent stream. Next were his eyes, as the small blood vessels couldnt stand the pressure. His ears followed, and after a few more monts, his body started to bleed internally from various sources.
Zeke was well aware of the state of his body, but he didnt let it bother him. His hyperrational state would not let him value his own discomfort over the lives of dozens of innocents. He would continue to work until he collapsed. He owed them this much, at least.
Hundreds upon hundreds of Soul fragnts joined his growing collection, accompanied by the ever-increasing wail of his body. The edges of his vision began to turn dark, which was strange, as he didnt actually have eyes. It was most likely because of the bleeding in his brain.
Another dozen Souls later, and he could barely make out anything anymore. His body was shutting down. He knew it, but he couldnt stop. There were more people to save.
Before he could cast his tether again, Zeke was ripped from his state of increased consciousness, and ti began to rush. Reality seed to be several tis faster than he rembered, and the remainder of the fragnts were gone before he could even react. Was the world truly moving faster, or did his tired mind simply struggle to keep up? Zeke didnt know, and neither was he in a position to care.
The very mont he had been released from that wonderous state, a mixture of pain and fatigue had overwheld his dwindling psyche and claid his last speck of consciousness.
[Notice]
Ergency protocol initiated.
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