Chapter 78: Chapter 78
Thana's Point of View
Klasteris
If nothing else was gained from doing all of this, then I am glad that this Elf died before he doomed us all. My eyes were focused on the part of the shield where I threw Aydan Farro out. The roars of my Demons told me they had likely received the present. Disgusting creatures the lot of them, but they have their purpose.
"Now as for you..." Turning my attention to the broken King who merely kneeled with a distant look in his eyes. "It would seem all the fight has left you."
Flare landed outside the shield and snorted at Mordred. "My Queen-"
Holding up a hand to stop him, I used my mist to retrieve my spear. It gently left Mordred's grip and returned to my side. Examining the blood on my weapon, a smirk came to my face before my mist absorbed it, and it turned red. That section of mist then disappeared.
"We are done here. Head to Lestrania and kill any Elves you find." My attention then shifted around the Kingdom as the citizens were hiding. "There was more going on behind the scenes than I suspected."
"It will be done." Flare replied and then moved to fly away, but I quickly spoke once more.
"Also, make sure our informant is safe. I have several questions for him that he needs to answer." Then I gestured to Mordred. "This one is either dead or dying, so have Tor prep him."
Flare took off and left Klasteris with haste. He'd probably make it to Lestrania in a matter of minutes. My eyes flickered back down to Mordred, but he just stayed there motionless. While everything ended up a mess and Mordred was a disappointment, things were still moving forward. Slowly but surely.
Turning away from the dying King, I turned my sights on the Kingdom and finding every speck of magic I could. Holding out my right hand, with my spear limply in my left, my magic mist began to expand to the rest of the Floating Stone Forest. I would like to keep it as is, given how magnificent a work of art it is, but this place had other purposes aside from being a kingdom to fools.
As my mist spread, a bored expression likely rested on my face. My Demons would not be able to come in here, but I would likely march them North to the Zugal Clans after this was over. However, my plans quickly changed when my vision was suddenly filled with an emotionless Mordred. It startled me from the speed he used and lack of magic.
My eyes widened as he stared down at me lifelessly. A smirk soon came to my lips as I rested the butt of my spear in the ground between us and leaned into it before giggling. I expected a reaction of sorts from the man, but there was none. Confused, I waved my hand in front of his face as my magic dispersed.
"Are you awake, or did you die on your feet with startling me as your last-"
Mordred's unique eyes sparked to life in a fashion I was familiar with, and I felt a shiver run down my spine as lightning seemed to shoot out from them. Not just his eyes, but the rest of his body as well. The magic he was producing was alarming and overflowing from his body in a manner I had never seen. It ripped through his skin and clothes as if trying to escape from there being an excessive amount.
Backing away from the flaring magic, I winced as some of it struck me and burnt my arm. However, as I did so, Mordred's hand grabbed mine, where it was wrapped around my spear. Amused by this sudden boldness and new display, I merely rolled my eyes at the man.
"Do you really think you can defeat me with such wounds? Magic is escaping from your body just as fast as you own blood is." I informed him in an amused tone.
To my surprise, Mordred brought his free hand forward and delivered a blow that shook my entire body. Waves shot from my head as I was unable to dodge the speed and suddenness of the blow. My head shot back, and I felt his grip tighten on my spear-hand before pulling me back to him. Coming back forward, my eyes only saw the fist of Mordred once more, but with magic surrounding him.
The blow sent me flying as he let go of my hand, and I was quickly outside the shield and in a nearby mountain. A deafening roar could be heard that seemed to shake the ground I was now buried in. Rolling my eyes as I quickly removed myself from the mountain's side, I flew up only to meet once more.
Summoning my own magic, a tingling sensation could be felt throughout my body as Mordred glared down upon me from his floating position. How he could fly, I was unsure, but I knew this fight would no longer be boring. A giggle once again escaped my lips as I pointed my spear at him.
"Now, this is what I was hoping for!" I declared.
Mordred didn't reply as more and more magic seemed to be building up in his body as the prior wounds from their escape closed. The only wounds he had now were from my spear, but his body was clearly injured and being wounded from his own magic. This was curious to me as I had never seen the like before.
Charging forward like always, the King tried to grab me, but my own eyes sparked to life, and I was able to twist around him as he shot past me. Shuffling sideways with my wings spread out, I used them to cloak the butt end of my spear, slamming into his stomach. However, when it did, he didn't budge from his aerial position. In fact, he pushed against me and moved me back.
Frowning at this, I spoke. "It would seem there is more to you than meets the eye, but that seems to be the case for several of you Lestranians." Then I rolled my eyes. "However, you are clearly becoming far too confident for someone playing at being a God."
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