ULTRAMagic Prelude - Chapter 23
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The preparations for the journey to The Deep Unlight were hectic. A lot of new information was being presented and it was a lot to take in. Kresimira did not want to lose members of her family and her friends and was begging Dragoslava to not be so hasty. Corentin and Aureolus were also very concerned, with the latter wanting to go along. Naturally everyone said no to this. Tusk was losing his mind over Deimos and the fact that Blood-Wraith had achieved ULTRAMagic. His student having taken on the form of a full-sized dragon was the least of his worries.
“Blood, I mean no exaggeration, but this is absolutely beyond comprehension!” Tusk exclaimed. “And I truly mean it this time. Someone having attained ULTRAMagic this fast is unheard of! It took me and dad years to pull this off. What you seem to be failing to realize is that something could go wrong! ULTRAMagic mages usually have the most problems because it strains their body and mind. You need to train and practice now! Again, what if something goes wrong while we’re in the middle of something important?!”
“I… don’t know. I didn’t really consider that possibility…”
“You didn’t consider… You could easily lose control of your magic! I mean, okay, it is unlikely. That doesn’t mean it’s impossible though. What if…”
Blood-Wraith cut him off. “Teacher, you seem to be hung up on the what if’s. You can’t let fear rule your life. I’ve been able to maintain my dragon form, so I imagine that’s a good sign…”
Tusk had the most irritated look on his face. “You don’t even know all of your forms! And why did you have to get your last fragment from him!?” He viciously pointed at Deimos, who had just walked up.
Deimos gave a nervous chuckle. “Well if it’s any consolation…”
He was cut off by Tusk growling at him… until the angry tree man was hit in the head by a weak fireball. “OW! Okay, who threw… Donia?!”
She then love-tapped him upside the head. “Save that anger for the Lich, Sleepy Bark.”
Auda darted out from behind her and looked up at Blood-Wraith. “Whoa… Aunt Donia, that’s Mr. Fire… but now he’s Mr. Dragon!”
“So your Blood-Wraith, aye? It’s nice to finally meet you! I’m Donia, Tusk’s future wife.”
“Donia…” Tusk muttered, embarrassed.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you too,” Blood-Wraith replied. “Sorry about the circumstances and my lack of presentability at the moment. Auda, be careful around my feet.”
The conversation was interrupted by Dragoslava and Kresimira arguing as they approached. “Drago, please! Don’t be rash about this! Everyone else is literally halfway here! Please wait a little longer…”
“Sis, we don’t have time to wait around. We need to move now and I also need to return the favor to that stupid Lich… heh heh, can’t wait to use this baby.” Dragoslava tucked an ammo clip into one of the pockets of her trench coat.
“Please tell me that isn’t what I think it is…”
Corentin had finally caught up with the two. “Drago, I implore you to wait. Word from your father says they’re an hour away from the Iron City…”
“Look, nothing against dad, but we don’t have an hour.” She then whistled. “Desislav?! You ready yet?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be. Let's grind that Lich to dust.” Desislav had a backpack filled with medical and combat supplies. “Don’t worry Kresimira, We’ll make it back home.”
She took a deep breath, trying to hold back her emotions. “Dragoslava, this is incredibly reckless. Promise me you will come home… in one piece?”
“Promise.” Dragoslava then gave her a hug.
Deimos chuckled, as it was all incredibly endearing. “I really wish we had the time for me to show you guys around the tower. That thing is a true masterpiece, God bless Tiberius’ fortitude.”
Leif then touched down near the group. Maximus also appeared, having finished saying goodbye to his brother. “Alright, it’s time to roll everyone! The Lich is on the move” Leif announced. The group scrambled to get ready as Dragoslava and Desislav hopped up on Blood-Wraith’s back and Tusk on Leif’s. Deimos went over to Kresimira and Corentin, however.
“Here, a gift from Leif and I…”
“What’s this?” Kresimira unwrapped the large present.
Corentin was surprised. “Leif! This is…”
“One of my scales. Consider it an early wedding present and something to remember me by.”
The beauty and tragedy of the magnificent scale caused Kresimira to finally break down and cry. After a moment, she wiped away her tears and looked up at Leif. “I promise we’ll never forget you. Thank you for all that you’ve done for us and our people. May the Source bless you in your final hour.” Corentin embraced her following that.
“It’s been an honor. Best of luck to all of you.” Once Deimos was on Leif’s back (to Tusk’s chagrin), the two dragons got ready to take off.
“Don’t worry, Blood, I’ll make sure the basement is all cleaned up by the time you get back!” Aureolus assured.
Blood-Wraith chuckled. “Thanks, Aureolus.” He then sent a red flame into his friend. “Here, take a fragment of my soul just in case.”
“Go get’em, Mr. Fire!” Auda cheered. “We’re rooting for you!”
“Don’t die on me, Tusk!” Donia called out. “I’ll never let you hear the end of it!”
“Be safe, all of you!” Kresimira declared.
“Knock’em dead and show them what for, guys!” Corentin finished.
With all of the farewells out the way, Blood-Wraith and Leif took off. Both let out triumphant roars before they were out of sight. All of it was hard to take in, especially for Kresimira. Raynot blood coursed through her veins, which yearned for thrill and adventure. It was what took Dragoslava down her path after all. As for Corentin, he had the widest grin on his face. The two dragons had to fly over Shadowland on their way to the Deep Unlight. He knew Milosh and everyone that betrayed The Iron City would be gnashing her teeth. The fact that the Dragon of Old was going to challenge the Lich meant that their plans had failed in the most spectacular fashion.
Roughly an hour later, the rest of the Descendants were rapidly approaching the Iron City. Several, giant locomotives thundered across the land at top speeds. Rails manifested before them as they pulled along a great amount of passenger cars behind them as they shook the land with great force. Ahead of the trains were all manner of vehicles and carriages. Leading this pack was Englehart and Radovan. The King was in a chariot pulled by four flaming, skeletal horses while the duke was driving a car that resembled a 1950’s Hornet. Upon nearing the city walls, the trains turned and headed towards the city’s railways. Everyone else went for other entrances.
Englehart and Radovan tore through the city streets to the square of the tower, with Barna close behind on his motorcycle. Kresimira and Corentin had planned to wait for Blood-Wraith and the others, but were startled by the sound of engines quickly approaching them. Radovan’s car skidded into the square while Englehart’s horses neighed and grunted loudly as he yanked on the reins for them to stop. Barna coughed repeatedly as he slowed his bike through the dust cloud. Getting out of his vehicle, the duke looked around. Aside from Corentin’s ravagers and the giant mechanical knight, things were just as they had left them.
“No sign of Dunja or Milosh, Englehart…” Radovan observed. He then kicked his car. “... but we missed Drago, Damn it!” Much like his daughter, the duke was muscular and wore a trench coat. He had emerald green eyes, stood at seven feet tall, had a very square jaw, and his dark-brown hair was combed back.
“Well what’s stopping you from going after her, Radovan?” Englehart asked with a chuckle. The king was even taller at eight feet tall. His blonde hair was long and wild, with a crown sitting proudly atop his head. Scanning the area with his sharp, purple eyes, he noticed Milosh’s old house had undergone some changes and smiled.
Barna walked up coughing. “Could you two kick up any more dust?” While not as tall, Barna was incredibly strong and it showed. His hair was also blonde and he had a mustache and beard with sideburns. He rubbed the dirt out of his brown eyes and brushed off his overcoat, only to be hugged by his son.
“Father!”
“Corentin!” Barna exclaimed as he bearhugged him. “There’s my boy!” He then got him into a position where he could give him a noogie. “Haha, so what’s this I hear about my boy getting married?!”
“Dad! Stop!” Corentin laughed.
Kresimira went and hugged Radovan. “Father…”
He smiled and hugged her back. “Kresimira, my daughter, it’s been too long. I would’ve fetched your mother had things not been so urgent.”
“It’s alright, papa. Drago, she went…”
He nodded. “I can see.”
Englehart cleared his throat. “Kresimira, Corentin? I must applaud and commend your service to the kingdom. You have my eternal gratitude… Also congratulations, you two. It’ll be an honor to preside over your wedding.”
“Thanks, uncle. I just wish things weren’t so turbulent” Corentin lamented.
“Well no need to worry, there will be no more great hunts. This I have decreed. There is no longer a need for them. Plus The Beast of Old has vowed to help us as an apology for his mistakes.”
“That’s good… WAIT! WHAT?!”
Englehart indicated an area off in the distance where a giant, vague silhouette could be seen. “He lies yonder. It also seems he wanted to speak to Leif, but it appears we arrived too late for that. Regardless, he’ll be heading over to Shadowland as soon as possible.”
“Speaking of Leif, where did the others head off to?” Radovan inquired.
Corentin got out a map. “They have gone to the far north, past the Northern Living Ocean to the Basalt Monolith Forest.”
Radovan took the map and inspected it. “The Deep Unlight… figures.” He folded it up, tucked it in his pocket, and headed for his car.
“Papa, you’re not going to…”
“Yes Kresimira, I’m going to get your sister and the others. Don’t worry, I’ll be back in time for supper.” He got in and started the engines. He then rolled down the window. “And if I have to grind the Lich’s bones to dust with my bare hands, I will.”
“Good luck, papa.”
As Radovan sped off, Englehart shook his head with a smile on his face. “That Radovan, always acting before thinking…”
“Is it any wonder you two are friends?” Barna pointed out.
Englehart laughed. “True, very true. Now I noticed we have some new neighbors to the west?”
“Yes, your majesty,” Kresimira answered. “The Forest of Old relocated as it felt safer near us”
“Well now. How is old Sigmund doing these days?”
Corentin was surprised. “Oh, he’s fine, uncle… but how do you know chief Sigmund?”
“While I wouldn’t say I was an explorer, I did get to journey around before I took to the throne. Speaking of which, how about we head inside and relax a bit?”
“I think that’s a fine idea,” said Barna. “ow, that motorcycle ain’t getting any gentler… And Corentin? Go fetch that Aureolus lad. If that bastard Milosh is going to insist on violating the laws of reality, I’d at least like to give that boy a hug.”
“Will do, dad. Funny thing you mention that because me and him are going to clear out that basement for Blood-Wraith…”
Before they could head to the tower, a tall man in a general’s uniform came running up accompanied by a squad of soldiers. “King Englehart, it looks like Milosh sent us a little welcoming party!”
“Well, General Thornefield, it would be rude of us not to indulge them!” Englehart declared. “Rally the troops and The Beast of Old and go say hello to our unwelcome guests. Chase them all the way to Shadowland if you have to.”
“Yes sir, my king!”
“Oh, General!” Corentin put in. “Take Maximus with you. He’s itching for some action.”
The general looked up at the mechanical knight, who gave a salute. “Good to have you aboard, Maximus. Let’s move!”
In regards to Blood-Wraith and the others, they were making great progress as they flew over Proteus. He made sure their flights were safe by traveling with them until he could go no further. Eventually the group made it to the Deep Unlight. All of it felt weird, like they were not supposed to be there. Everything was eerie and strange, with bizarre entities and unidentifiable things as far as the eye could see. Something that was truly unsettling was that if things were this off, what was their destination going to be like? These thoughts raced through Blood-Wraith’s mind.
“Sister? I don’t want to say I’m scared…”
“Shhh, It’s okay Blood-Wraith. This feeling is normal. I got it when I went to the Magician’s Labyrinth…”
Desislav had it on his mind too. “Yeah, this area definitely gives me the chills. It reminds me of the stories my people would tell to scare the children into behaving.”
Dragoslava smiled. “Ha, you too?”
“Well hey, they definitely worked.”
Blood-Wraith was a little concerned. “You start telling scary stories and I’m transferring you over to Leif…”
Desislav laughed. “Nah, don’t worry, buddy, we won’t do that to you.”
Leif glided over so he was in talking distance. “So an interesting occurrence everyone: We just flew over The Evangelist of Old. Also you can just barely see the labyrinth to the northeast.”
“Really?” Blood-Wraith asked. “What’s my aunt up to?”
“It’s hard to say outside of asking her,” Deimos answered. “Her cathedral is even further out, so it’s not unexpected to see her out tending to her business”
Tusk was naturally worried. “This doesn’t mean we're in trouble, are we?”
“She would have summoned us to the cathedral if we were,” Leif replied. “As an aside, she looked after me when I was young.”
Blood-Wraith took this fact into consideration. “Hey, maybe she was waving goodbye and seeing you off, Leif?”
Leif chuckled. “I think you’re right, Blood. Now get ready everyone. The Basalt Monolith Forest is upon us” he said as he pointed to a foreboding land mass in the distance.
Next: Chapter 24
ULTRAMagic Alternate © 2022 William Ford II (ChaoticTempleKnight)
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The preparations for the journey to The Deep Unlight were hectic. A lot of new information was being presented and it was a lot to take in. Kresimira did not want to lose members of her family and her friends and was begging Dragoslava to not be so hasty. Corentin and Aureolus were also very concerned, with the latter wanting to go along. Naturally everyone said no to this. Tusk was losing his mind over Deimos and the fact that Blood-Wraith had achieved ULTRAMagic. His student having taken on the form of a full-sized dragon was the least of his worries.
“Blood, I mean no exaggeration, but this is absolutely beyond comprehension!” Tusk exclaimed. “And I truly mean it this time. Someone having attained ULTRAMagic this fast is unheard of! It took me and dad years to pull this off. What you seem to be failing to realize is that something could go wrong! ULTRAMagic mages usually have the most problems because it strains their body and mind. You need to train and practice now! Again, what if something goes wrong while we’re in the middle of something important?!”
“I… don’t know. I didn’t really consider that possibility…”
“You didn’t consider… You could easily lose control of your magic! I mean, okay, it is unlikely. That doesn’t mean it’s impossible though. What if…”
Blood-Wraith cut him off. “Teacher, you seem to be hung up on the what if’s. You can’t let fear rule your life. I’ve been able to maintain my dragon form, so I imagine that’s a good sign…”
Tusk had the most irritated look on his face. “You don’t even know all of your forms! And why did you have to get your last fragment from him!?” He viciously pointed at Deimos, who had just walked up.
Deimos gave a nervous chuckle. “Well if it’s any consolation…”
He was cut off by Tusk growling at him… until the angry tree man was hit in the head by a weak fireball. “OW! Okay, who threw… Donia?!”
She then love-tapped him upside the head. “Save that anger for the Lich, Sleepy Bark.”
Auda darted out from behind her and looked up at Blood-Wraith. “Whoa… Aunt Donia, that’s Mr. Fire… but now he’s Mr. Dragon!”
“So your Blood-Wraith, aye? It’s nice to finally meet you! I’m Donia, Tusk’s future wife.”
“Donia…” Tusk muttered, embarrassed.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you too,” Blood-Wraith replied. “Sorry about the circumstances and my lack of presentability at the moment. Auda, be careful around my feet.”
The conversation was interrupted by Dragoslava and Kresimira arguing as they approached. “Drago, please! Don’t be rash about this! Everyone else is literally halfway here! Please wait a little longer…”
“Sis, we don’t have time to wait around. We need to move now and I also need to return the favor to that stupid Lich… heh heh, can’t wait to use this baby.” Dragoslava tucked an ammo clip into one of the pockets of her trench coat.
“Please tell me that isn’t what I think it is…”
Corentin had finally caught up with the two. “Drago, I implore you to wait. Word from your father says they’re an hour away from the Iron City…”
“Look, nothing against dad, but we don’t have an hour.” She then whistled. “Desislav?! You ready yet?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be. Let's grind that Lich to dust.” Desislav had a backpack filled with medical and combat supplies. “Don’t worry Kresimira, We’ll make it back home.”
She took a deep breath, trying to hold back her emotions. “Dragoslava, this is incredibly reckless. Promise me you will come home… in one piece?”
“Promise.” Dragoslava then gave her a hug.
Deimos chuckled, as it was all incredibly endearing. “I really wish we had the time for me to show you guys around the tower. That thing is a true masterpiece, God bless Tiberius’ fortitude.”
Leif then touched down near the group. Maximus also appeared, having finished saying goodbye to his brother. “Alright, it’s time to roll everyone! The Lich is on the move” Leif announced. The group scrambled to get ready as Dragoslava and Desislav hopped up on Blood-Wraith’s back and Tusk on Leif’s. Deimos went over to Kresimira and Corentin, however.
“Here, a gift from Leif and I…”
“What’s this?” Kresimira unwrapped the large present.
Corentin was surprised. “Leif! This is…”
“One of my scales. Consider it an early wedding present and something to remember me by.”
The beauty and tragedy of the magnificent scale caused Kresimira to finally break down and cry. After a moment, she wiped away her tears and looked up at Leif. “I promise we’ll never forget you. Thank you for all that you’ve done for us and our people. May the Source bless you in your final hour.” Corentin embraced her following that.
“It’s been an honor. Best of luck to all of you.” Once Deimos was on Leif’s back (to Tusk’s chagrin), the two dragons got ready to take off.
“Don’t worry, Blood, I’ll make sure the basement is all cleaned up by the time you get back!” Aureolus assured.
Blood-Wraith chuckled. “Thanks, Aureolus.” He then sent a red flame into his friend. “Here, take a fragment of my soul just in case.”
“Go get’em, Mr. Fire!” Auda cheered. “We’re rooting for you!”
“Don’t die on me, Tusk!” Donia called out. “I’ll never let you hear the end of it!”
“Be safe, all of you!” Kresimira declared.
“Knock’em dead and show them what for, guys!” Corentin finished.
With all of the farewells out the way, Blood-Wraith and Leif took off. Both let out triumphant roars before they were out of sight. All of it was hard to take in, especially for Kresimira. Raynot blood coursed through her veins, which yearned for thrill and adventure. It was what took Dragoslava down her path after all. As for Corentin, he had the widest grin on his face. The two dragons had to fly over Shadowland on their way to the Deep Unlight. He knew Milosh and everyone that betrayed The Iron City would be gnashing her teeth. The fact that the Dragon of Old was going to challenge the Lich meant that their plans had failed in the most spectacular fashion.
Roughly an hour later, the rest of the Descendants were rapidly approaching the Iron City. Several, giant locomotives thundered across the land at top speeds. Rails manifested before them as they pulled along a great amount of passenger cars behind them as they shook the land with great force. Ahead of the trains were all manner of vehicles and carriages. Leading this pack was Englehart and Radovan. The King was in a chariot pulled by four flaming, skeletal horses while the duke was driving a car that resembled a 1950’s Hornet. Upon nearing the city walls, the trains turned and headed towards the city’s railways. Everyone else went for other entrances.
Englehart and Radovan tore through the city streets to the square of the tower, with Barna close behind on his motorcycle. Kresimira and Corentin had planned to wait for Blood-Wraith and the others, but were startled by the sound of engines quickly approaching them. Radovan’s car skidded into the square while Englehart’s horses neighed and grunted loudly as he yanked on the reins for them to stop. Barna coughed repeatedly as he slowed his bike through the dust cloud. Getting out of his vehicle, the duke looked around. Aside from Corentin’s ravagers and the giant mechanical knight, things were just as they had left them.
“No sign of Dunja or Milosh, Englehart…” Radovan observed. He then kicked his car. “... but we missed Drago, Damn it!” Much like his daughter, the duke was muscular and wore a trench coat. He had emerald green eyes, stood at seven feet tall, had a very square jaw, and his dark-brown hair was combed back.
“Well what’s stopping you from going after her, Radovan?” Englehart asked with a chuckle. The king was even taller at eight feet tall. His blonde hair was long and wild, with a crown sitting proudly atop his head. Scanning the area with his sharp, purple eyes, he noticed Milosh’s old house had undergone some changes and smiled.
Barna walked up coughing. “Could you two kick up any more dust?” While not as tall, Barna was incredibly strong and it showed. His hair was also blonde and he had a mustache and beard with sideburns. He rubbed the dirt out of his brown eyes and brushed off his overcoat, only to be hugged by his son.
“Father!”
“Corentin!” Barna exclaimed as he bearhugged him. “There’s my boy!” He then got him into a position where he could give him a noogie. “Haha, so what’s this I hear about my boy getting married?!”
“Dad! Stop!” Corentin laughed.
Kresimira went and hugged Radovan. “Father…”
He smiled and hugged her back. “Kresimira, my daughter, it’s been too long. I would’ve fetched your mother had things not been so urgent.”
“It’s alright, papa. Drago, she went…”
He nodded. “I can see.”
Englehart cleared his throat. “Kresimira, Corentin? I must applaud and commend your service to the kingdom. You have my eternal gratitude… Also congratulations, you two. It’ll be an honor to preside over your wedding.”
“Thanks, uncle. I just wish things weren’t so turbulent” Corentin lamented.
“Well no need to worry, there will be no more great hunts. This I have decreed. There is no longer a need for them. Plus The Beast of Old has vowed to help us as an apology for his mistakes.”
“That’s good… WAIT! WHAT?!”
Englehart indicated an area off in the distance where a giant, vague silhouette could be seen. “He lies yonder. It also seems he wanted to speak to Leif, but it appears we arrived too late for that. Regardless, he’ll be heading over to Shadowland as soon as possible.”
“Speaking of Leif, where did the others head off to?” Radovan inquired.
Corentin got out a map. “They have gone to the far north, past the Northern Living Ocean to the Basalt Monolith Forest.”
Radovan took the map and inspected it. “The Deep Unlight… figures.” He folded it up, tucked it in his pocket, and headed for his car.
“Papa, you’re not going to…”
“Yes Kresimira, I’m going to get your sister and the others. Don’t worry, I’ll be back in time for supper.” He got in and started the engines. He then rolled down the window. “And if I have to grind the Lich’s bones to dust with my bare hands, I will.”
“Good luck, papa.”
As Radovan sped off, Englehart shook his head with a smile on his face. “That Radovan, always acting before thinking…”
“Is it any wonder you two are friends?” Barna pointed out.
Englehart laughed. “True, very true. Now I noticed we have some new neighbors to the west?”
“Yes, your majesty,” Kresimira answered. “The Forest of Old relocated as it felt safer near us”
“Well now. How is old Sigmund doing these days?”
Corentin was surprised. “Oh, he’s fine, uncle… but how do you know chief Sigmund?”
“While I wouldn’t say I was an explorer, I did get to journey around before I took to the throne. Speaking of which, how about we head inside and relax a bit?”
“I think that’s a fine idea,” said Barna. “ow, that motorcycle ain’t getting any gentler… And Corentin? Go fetch that Aureolus lad. If that bastard Milosh is going to insist on violating the laws of reality, I’d at least like to give that boy a hug.”
“Will do, dad. Funny thing you mention that because me and him are going to clear out that basement for Blood-Wraith…”
Before they could head to the tower, a tall man in a general’s uniform came running up accompanied by a squad of soldiers. “King Englehart, it looks like Milosh sent us a little welcoming party!”
“Well, General Thornefield, it would be rude of us not to indulge them!” Englehart declared. “Rally the troops and The Beast of Old and go say hello to our unwelcome guests. Chase them all the way to Shadowland if you have to.”
“Yes sir, my king!”
“Oh, General!” Corentin put in. “Take Maximus with you. He’s itching for some action.”
The general looked up at the mechanical knight, who gave a salute. “Good to have you aboard, Maximus. Let’s move!”
In regards to Blood-Wraith and the others, they were making great progress as they flew over Proteus. He made sure their flights were safe by traveling with them until he could go no further. Eventually the group made it to the Deep Unlight. All of it felt weird, like they were not supposed to be there. Everything was eerie and strange, with bizarre entities and unidentifiable things as far as the eye could see. Something that was truly unsettling was that if things were this off, what was their destination going to be like? These thoughts raced through Blood-Wraith’s mind.
“Sister? I don’t want to say I’m scared…”
“Shhh, It’s okay Blood-Wraith. This feeling is normal. I got it when I went to the Magician’s Labyrinth…”
Desislav had it on his mind too. “Yeah, this area definitely gives me the chills. It reminds me of the stories my people would tell to scare the children into behaving.”
Dragoslava smiled. “Ha, you too?”
“Well hey, they definitely worked.”
Blood-Wraith was a little concerned. “You start telling scary stories and I’m transferring you over to Leif…”
Desislav laughed. “Nah, don’t worry, buddy, we won’t do that to you.”
Leif glided over so he was in talking distance. “So an interesting occurrence everyone: We just flew over The Evangelist of Old. Also you can just barely see the labyrinth to the northeast.”
“Really?” Blood-Wraith asked. “What’s my aunt up to?”
“It’s hard to say outside of asking her,” Deimos answered. “Her cathedral is even further out, so it’s not unexpected to see her out tending to her business”
Tusk was naturally worried. “This doesn’t mean we're in trouble, are we?”
“She would have summoned us to the cathedral if we were,” Leif replied. “As an aside, she looked after me when I was young.”
Blood-Wraith took this fact into consideration. “Hey, maybe she was waving goodbye and seeing you off, Leif?”
Leif chuckled. “I think you’re right, Blood. Now get ready everyone. The Basalt Monolith Forest is upon us” he said as he pointed to a foreboding land mass in the distance.
Next: Chapter 24
ULTRAMagic Alternate © 2022 William Ford II (ChaoticTempleKnight)
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