'Sorry, but I can't let you go just yet.' Marcus thought, quashing the renewed resistance of the beast he was possessing.
At barely over level thirty, the poor creature was unable to cast Marcus' possession off, and even its intense fear was not enough to loosen Marcus' hold over it.
Nevertheless, the slight struggle it gave attracted the attention of something, And Marcus felt an intense gaze looking at him.
At once he knew that the wendigo had noticed him, or more precisely the monkey-like beast that he was possessing. Whether it thought he was anything more than the beast he was controlling was still unknown.
'Where is it though? If it can see me, I should be able to see it.'
However, his attempts to find the wendigo bore no fruit. He could tell that it was looking directly at him, but its presence felt immaterial.
No matter where he focused his gaze, all he could see was the unchanging landscape, and the ever-present fog.
Marcus could feel his nerves fraying, as if at any moment the wendigo would appear right behind him.
Then suddenly, he no longer felt like he was being watched. The wendigo either lost interest or was moving away because it thought Marcus was a threat.
'It has to be here somewhere. I just need to focus and find it.'
Looking around more intently, Marcus stopped trying to specifically find the wendigo and instead looked for any sort of movement.
He did not know exactly what sort of powers it might possess and was beginning to believe that it might be invisible or perhaps even capable of shapeshifting.
Still, it was definitely the only other entity in the area as everything else was instinctually afraid of it as Marcus had already experienced himself.
Staying vigilant, Marcus soon caught sight of some movement.
At first, he thought that it was just the fog being blown around by the wind, but as he observed the entire area, he noticed that only this one patch of fog was moving.
'Is it able to move the island's fog around itself to create cover? No, I would still be able to feel its physical form then. Don't tell me that it can actually turn into fog!'
Realizing what the wendigo's power was, Marcus could not help but feel that it was wildly unfair on this island that was perpetually covered in fog. Had he continued only searching for the wendigo, he never would have noticed that it had transformed into a gaseous form.
Its movement was not fast by any means, but Marcus was unsure if this was a limitation it had or if it was trying to stay better camouflaged with the natural fog.
Either way, he could not just keep observing it, as it was creeping closer towards the camp where Mrazivy and Miguel were waiting.
'Miguel, I have spotted the wendigo. It is using some sort of ability to turn into fog that makes it difficult to notice. Come to my position and stick with the plan. Your sacred magic may be the only thing that can lock it down.' Marcus said with telepathy.
The moment he did, the wendigo noticed the mana emitted by the skill and looked back towards Marcus, who it had earlier written off as a dumb monkey.
'Inferno cage.'
Knowing he had been found out, Marcus wasted no time in beginning his attack.
Originally, he had been planning to use his iron magic to hold the wendigo down until Miguel could arrive, but its gaseous form meant he needed to improvise.
Of all of his magic skills he deduced that fire would be the best to use to restrain the wendigo even if it was currently made out of fog.
And to his surprise, the fire magic was more effective than he had anticipated.
Dozens of pillars of flame burst up from the ground and surrounded the wendigo, causing immense heat to wash over the previously chilly area.
A pained cry followed as the wendigo resolidified, unable to retain its gaseous form when in the close proximity to fire.
'I guess it has a weakness to fire. That is good news for me.' Marcus thought with a smirk.
With a raised hand he prepared his next spell and the form of a flaming bird formed above him.
'Phoenix fire.'
Marcus flicked his wrist and the tier seven fire magic spell burst forwards and threatened to incinerate the wendigo.
Seeing how well his surprise attack was going, Marcus wondered if he had been too cautious and overestimated this wendigo. Perhaps its horrific features and unsettling presence had simply made it seem more powerful than it really was.
However, Marcus' sudden confidence was quickly proven to be wrong.
With a savage roar, the wendigo released a noxious wind from its mouth that smelled like rotting flesh.
When the wind reached Marcus' fire magic it lost its power and was smothered until flickering out.
All at once his attack and the magic restrained the wendigo had vanished and Marcus was left facing down a livid monster.
He felt his soul shuddering as he felt the wendigo's rage directed towards him, but the tactical part of his brain kept him focused. If he were to falter here, he would lose the initiative and the wendigo could easily escape.
Leaning forward and pressing his feet against the branch he was on, Marcus pushed off and launched himself directly at the wendigo.
As he closed in he could see that his enemy had reared back and was preparing to slash through him with its claws. Surely the small monkey-like beast he was possessing would be sliced to ribbons easily by a single swipe.
Yet, just before Marcus was in range, he unpossessed the beast he had been using and kicked it behind him.
This spared the money-like beasts' life and left Marcus in an advantageous position.
The wendigo had been prepared for a small target that was no threat to it physically, when suddenly Marcus appeared, his scythe held above him and ready to come down upon the wendigo.
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