ULTRAMagic Shadowland - Chapter 30
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All of Hell broke loose as Milosh and his fellow beasts struggled to stand. Milosh felt his body get hot, he could not breathe, his vision blurred, his limbs went weak, and a pounding headache raged in his head. The others were convulsing on the ground, having incredible seizures. Everything started to become a blur for Milosh as he felt his body failing him, but something caught his attention. Gummi stood there, laughing victoriously. Seeing the last of the cult dying before him was his greatest catharsis possible.
“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?!” Milosh screeched through slurred words as he stumbled about.
Gummi took one last large drag of his cigar and exhaled a large plume of smoke. “Claudius helped me whip up that toxic little cocktail you downed. Surprised it took this long to kick in…” He laughed once more and threw the dummy vial on the ground, smashing it. “Consider this my resignation…”
“DIE, TRAITOR!!!” Milosh roared as he sent his fist flying at Gummi.
“Oh shoot…” Gummi had forgotten that the poison was not immediate. He barely had a chance to react before the monster’s fist reached him. He braced himself, only to hear a crack of thunder.
“OVER MY DEAD BODY!” Gratiana declared, gritting her teeth as she struggled to maintain a golden barrier of light holding back the attack. “GUMMI, GO!”
“What?! No! Not without you!”
Seeing an opportunity, Sten ran his hand against his blade, coating it in a blood-like fire. He then dashed in and cleaved Milosh’s hand with one swift cut. “It’s not his head, but it’ll have to do” he said with a chuckle.
As Milosh recoiled in pain, Gratiana put down her barrier. “Pardon my asking, but what in the blue blazes was that?” She asked as she caught her breath.
Sten groaned. “A rather unpleasant technique that’s been passed down through my family for ages. I really don’t like using it…” He shook his sword, dispelling the fire. “And it’s incredibly painful” the king remarked as he looked at his injured hand as it healed with a strange, lime green energy.
Gummi inhaled and shuddered. “In hindsight we should have made that stuff fast acting…” he stated as Barna began laying into the weakened Milosh.
Sten shook his head. “No use worrying about it now. Get moving, Gummi. There’s a carriage at Redstar Station ready to take Albrecht home. Get in with him and head to The Iron City!”
“Wait, just like that?!”
“Yes. My boy, you just saved Shadowland and potentially even the Cosmos itself. We owe you a debt of gratitude.”
“Okay, fine, but what about Englehart and the others? I’m still that slime’s kid!”
Gratiana took her spear and cast a lightning arc at one of the cultist beasts, then put her hand on her son’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, dear, Dunja and I have already taken care of all of that.” She whistled in the direction of Weaver, Gabriella, and Odo. “Could you three kindly escort Gummi to the station?”
“Already on it!” Weaver said as Gabriella levitated Gummi onto his back. The group then took off as fast as they could.
Dunja finished off one of the weakened beasts by beheading it and hopped over to Sten and Gratiana. “So Gummi’s taken care of then?” She inquired as The Beast of Old rammed another one of Milosh's lackeys into a building, ending it.
“Indeed,” Sten answered. “I trust that both of you still have some fight left in you?”
“Of course…” Gratiana confirmed as she readied her spears that rumbled with energy.
Dunja laughed. “What kind of woman would I be if I wasn’t? This has been a long time coming!”
The Beast of Old walked over and cracked his neck, shuddering over the carnage that had been wrought thus far. “You’re telling me… Wait a second…”
The plan was to join Barna in finishing off Milosh, but the foul villain ran before they could. Barna booked it after him as the shambling mess collided with structures and barreled through them. “BLAST IT ALL, HE’S MAKING A RUN FOR IT!”
“OH NO YOU DON’T!" Sten shouted. He put his fingers in his mouth and whistled as loud as he could. The Rumbling Beast came running up and got down so Sten could get on his back. “HYAH, RUMBLER!” They took off like a bullet through the path of destruction created by Milosh.
The Beast of Old also got down. “Ladies! On my back, quickly!”
The six of them pursued Milosh as fast as they could, leaving Shadowland and entering the wilderness of The Unlight. They were not going to let that scum get away like that. As for Milosh himself, nothing mattered anymore other than receiving the power The Lich of Old had promised to him. It was the only thing keeping him alive at this point. Victory was within his grasp, or so he thought with utmost delusion. Eventually they all reached The Storm Plateau with the shambling mess of a beast charging into the storm raging above it.
Barna stopped everyone as a crack of thunder shook the land. He then reverted back to his normal self. “Don’t. He’s a dead man either way” he stated with finality.
The wind howled, the rain poured, and lightning struck the land with ferocity. Milosh soon came to a stop at a spot where Leif once stood and did his best to hold his arms up towards a ball of light in the clouds. “OH GLORIOUS LICH OF OLD… hargh… I’ve done… what you’ve… hurgh, asked! BESTOW TO ME YOUR MIGHTY POWER!”
The Colossus of Old began to stir, glaring at Milosh. He was thoroughly offended, but the filth that stood before him was of no concern. “You blasphemous fool, that isn’t The Lich of Old…” his voice rumbled.
It then hit Milosh as he heard the enraged screaming of a young man: Barna was right. Before the pathetic beast could react, a torrent of lighting struck him. The fury lit up the area, creating a brilliant flash of light too great to look at. The cacophonous sound of the mayhem was unlike any other. Once all was said and done, Milosh was no more. All that remained was charred metal, ash blown away by the wind, and a scorch mark on the ground. This discharge of electricity was so great that The Colossus was finally able to stand again. The event shook and destroyed the land as the 50 meter giant stood tall and proud once more. He began to walk away, heading towards his first mission in eons.
Looking back at the havoc that had been caused, The Colossus paused for a moment. “Do not despair, Caacrinolaas. Someday your anger will subside, and you’ll be stronger than ever.” He then turned his head towards the stars. “My sincerest apologies, Leif.”
Barna, Sten, Dunja, Gratiana, and The Beast of Old just stood there, silently staring into the plateau. They saw everything that had transpired, every distressful moment of it. What should have been a release for them felt somber and sad. Milosh could have been so much more, but threw his life away for power. It was power that he had not earned, but it could have been had things been better. Barna would have been grateful had a boy not lost his father that day. Even though Gummi despised that man, he was still the one who helped bring him into existence. As a father himself, Barna felt the most upsetting feeling he had ever felt. To him, it was a bitter-sweet victory.
“It’s over,” Barna stated plainly. He then turned to Gratiana. “Let’s go home.”
Back at Shadowland, a group of knights, soldiers, and guardsmen waited near the castle. They cheered as Sten and the others returned, even though they were not as cheerful. Sten calmed them with a hand gesture so he could speak. “I’ll save you the speech, as I don’t need one to tell you that Milosh is dead.”
Everyone needed some time to rest after everything that had occurred. Aureolus wanted to talk to his dad so badly, but Barna did not oblige him. He just sat in front of the lounge fireplace in Claudius’ mansion, reading and organizing his thoughts. Gratiana quietly joined him with her own book, feeling similar to him. Fortunately Dunja was more than happy to answer Aureolus’ questions, even though she also felt uneasy. She had spent enough time thinking over the years after all. Barna would end up finishing his book after the majority of everyone else was in bed. He calmly closed it and sighed.
“I guess that’s it then.”
Gratiana also closed her book, but she was not quite done yet. “Were you ready for this outcome?”
“I have no idea, but I guess it was going to happen no matter what we did. How about you?”
“It was unexpected, but I welcome it nonetheless. How about we head to bed? It is late after all.”
“Yeah, I need to rest after all that…”
The next day was a lot more chipper as Barna, Aureolus, Dunja, Torunn, Gratiana, and Andelin went to Redstar Station. They were ready to go home, knowing that everything was going to be alright. As Barna started to get into his carriage, Gratiana pointed towards Weaver and Gabriella, heading into the station. “Now what are those two up to?” She inquired.
“Hold on, I’ll ask,” Barna replied. “Hey, Weaver! Where are you off to?” he called out. “Don’t you want to come with us and go meet Blood-Wraith?”
They both walked over, looking fairly upbeat. “I’d love to, but me and Gabriella have some things to wrap up back in her Inferno. We sort of left in a hurry.”
“Fair enough. Have fun, you two.”
“Thank you, Barna,” Gabriella replied. “We also need to go let my mom know everything’s alright. To be fair, they probably already know, but I’d imagine it’d be more comforting to hear it from me.”
Barna laughed sympathetically. “Yeah, better go do that then. Give Val our regards.”
“See you in The Iron City, Barna,” Weaver said as they walked off.
Before the couple left, Andelin rolled down the window of Dunja and Torunn’s carriage. “Guys, take these…” She tossed them two cards from her deck. “...so we can stay in touch!”
“Thank you, Andelin,” Gabriella called back. “Don’t be afraid to come visit sometime! Bye for now!”
With that, Barna hopped into his carriage. Both got moving and departed Shadowland. A couple of minutes later, he turned to Gratiana. “Before all this went down, Corentin and Aureolus were getting on my case about them not having a mother…”
She giggled. “Funny how these things work out in the end. I am definitely eager to get to know Corentin better. I just hope he took Gummi’s arrival alright.”
Aureolus gave her a thumbs up. “Corentin should be fine. If not, Kresimira will get on his case for it.”
This made the adults laugh. “Speaking of which, you’ll like Kresimira, Gratiana,” said Barna.
“Those two wouldn’t mind a late wedding present, would they?” Gratiana inquired.
“Better late than never.” There was a brief pause before Barna realized something. “Oh, Gratiana, are you okay with my house being a barn house? The workshop is a little messy, but I keep the upstairs nice and tidy.”
“That’s fine with me. Truthfully I’ve always desired something a bit more rustic after all the gilded porcelain I had to endure back in Feuerland,” she replied with a chuckle.
“I see. Well I’m still going to renovate a bit regardless. I’m going to need to get a queen-sized bed after all…”
Aureolus grinned. “So a bed the size of Dunja?” The two laughed again.
“Well played, Aureolus,” Gratiana complimented.
Over at Dunja’s carriage, Andelin was doing a bit of divining with her cards. “It looks like Adriana is getting close…”
Dunja gave a sigh of relief. “That’s good…”
“...but Valerie is on the move at the moment.”
“Shoot. And of course Lia’s still out there too…”
Andelin carefully studied another card for a second. “Actually the cards say she’s fairly quiet at the moment.”
Torunn chuckled. “Dunja, stop worrying about this stuff. We got it in the bag… Hey, how about we make her a blade?”
“Who? Adriana or Valerie?”
“Both” Torunn said as she took a sip from her mug. “If Valerie’s hands are relatively clean, I say we let her in.”
Dunja felt a little conflicted. “I guess we could. I’d imagine we’re still friends after all…”
“She would be quite the member, Dunja,” Andelin pointed out as she collected her cards.
“I suppose so… Torunn, you’re not thinking of adding Lia too, are you?”
She shrugged. “Well, see what I said about Valerie. The more the merrier I say. We just have to find her first. And let’s be real, I don’t want to deal with another Milosh-type situation, if it’s all the same with you two.”
Dunja sighed again. “Agreed. Watching Milosh kick the bucket was a bit unsettling, all things considered…”
The carriages eventually reached The Iron City, with people cheering as they moved through the streets. Dunja, Barna, and Torunn rolled down their windows to wave at the crowds. Everyone was thrilled to see them back, safe and sound. At the square of The Singing Storm Tower, the King waited patiently. He was accompanied by his court, Albrecht, Corentin, Kresimira, Gummi, Blood-Wraith, The Raynots, Vexation, Desislav, and even some new faces. The crowd accompanying all of them eagerly awaited as the carriages came to a stop.
Barna stepped out as Dunja went over to hug Englehart. “Brother, Milosh and his cult are finally dead!” The crowd cheered in response to this.
“Well done, Barna! Well done all of you!” Englehart declared with pride. “It is a momentous day indeed. And I am honored to welcome our newest knights, The Blades of Dunja! May the Source bless these mighty and loyal protectors of The Iron City!” This warranted a round of applause.
Once everyone had gotten most of their excitement out, Dunja quieted them with a calming gesture. “Ladies and gentlemen, we’re not quite out of the woods yet. There’s still some things me and the blades need to clean up, but I am certain we can handle it. And even though Milosh is currently a scorch mark in The Storm Plateau, I wouldn’t be surprised if he still had something up his sleeve. We’ll be ready just in case he hid something from me for the umpteenth time…” This elicited laughter in addition to more applause.
Englehart smiled as he finished clapping. “With that being said, let us convene to discuss what has transpired. I’m certain there’s a lot to talk about…”
The End.
…but the story continues.
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ULTRAMagic Alternate © 2022 William Ford II (ChaoticTempleKnight)
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All of Hell broke loose as Milosh and his fellow beasts struggled to stand. Milosh felt his body get hot, he could not breathe, his vision blurred, his limbs went weak, and a pounding headache raged in his head. The others were convulsing on the ground, having incredible seizures. Everything started to become a blur for Milosh as he felt his body failing him, but something caught his attention. Gummi stood there, laughing victoriously. Seeing the last of the cult dying before him was his greatest catharsis possible.
“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?!” Milosh screeched through slurred words as he stumbled about.
Gummi took one last large drag of his cigar and exhaled a large plume of smoke. “Claudius helped me whip up that toxic little cocktail you downed. Surprised it took this long to kick in…” He laughed once more and threw the dummy vial on the ground, smashing it. “Consider this my resignation…”
“DIE, TRAITOR!!!” Milosh roared as he sent his fist flying at Gummi.
“Oh shoot…” Gummi had forgotten that the poison was not immediate. He barely had a chance to react before the monster’s fist reached him. He braced himself, only to hear a crack of thunder.
“OVER MY DEAD BODY!” Gratiana declared, gritting her teeth as she struggled to maintain a golden barrier of light holding back the attack. “GUMMI, GO!”
“What?! No! Not without you!”
Seeing an opportunity, Sten ran his hand against his blade, coating it in a blood-like fire. He then dashed in and cleaved Milosh’s hand with one swift cut. “It’s not his head, but it’ll have to do” he said with a chuckle.
As Milosh recoiled in pain, Gratiana put down her barrier. “Pardon my asking, but what in the blue blazes was that?” She asked as she caught her breath.
Sten groaned. “A rather unpleasant technique that’s been passed down through my family for ages. I really don’t like using it…” He shook his sword, dispelling the fire. “And it’s incredibly painful” the king remarked as he looked at his injured hand as it healed with a strange, lime green energy.
Gummi inhaled and shuddered. “In hindsight we should have made that stuff fast acting…” he stated as Barna began laying into the weakened Milosh.
Sten shook his head. “No use worrying about it now. Get moving, Gummi. There’s a carriage at Redstar Station ready to take Albrecht home. Get in with him and head to The Iron City!”
“Wait, just like that?!”
“Yes. My boy, you just saved Shadowland and potentially even the Cosmos itself. We owe you a debt of gratitude.”
“Okay, fine, but what about Englehart and the others? I’m still that slime’s kid!”
Gratiana took her spear and cast a lightning arc at one of the cultist beasts, then put her hand on her son’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, dear, Dunja and I have already taken care of all of that.” She whistled in the direction of Weaver, Gabriella, and Odo. “Could you three kindly escort Gummi to the station?”
“Already on it!” Weaver said as Gabriella levitated Gummi onto his back. The group then took off as fast as they could.
Dunja finished off one of the weakened beasts by beheading it and hopped over to Sten and Gratiana. “So Gummi’s taken care of then?” She inquired as The Beast of Old rammed another one of Milosh's lackeys into a building, ending it.
“Indeed,” Sten answered. “I trust that both of you still have some fight left in you?”
“Of course…” Gratiana confirmed as she readied her spears that rumbled with energy.
Dunja laughed. “What kind of woman would I be if I wasn’t? This has been a long time coming!”
The Beast of Old walked over and cracked his neck, shuddering over the carnage that had been wrought thus far. “You’re telling me… Wait a second…”
The plan was to join Barna in finishing off Milosh, but the foul villain ran before they could. Barna booked it after him as the shambling mess collided with structures and barreled through them. “BLAST IT ALL, HE’S MAKING A RUN FOR IT!”
“OH NO YOU DON’T!" Sten shouted. He put his fingers in his mouth and whistled as loud as he could. The Rumbling Beast came running up and got down so Sten could get on his back. “HYAH, RUMBLER!” They took off like a bullet through the path of destruction created by Milosh.
The Beast of Old also got down. “Ladies! On my back, quickly!”
The six of them pursued Milosh as fast as they could, leaving Shadowland and entering the wilderness of The Unlight. They were not going to let that scum get away like that. As for Milosh himself, nothing mattered anymore other than receiving the power The Lich of Old had promised to him. It was the only thing keeping him alive at this point. Victory was within his grasp, or so he thought with utmost delusion. Eventually they all reached The Storm Plateau with the shambling mess of a beast charging into the storm raging above it.
Barna stopped everyone as a crack of thunder shook the land. He then reverted back to his normal self. “Don’t. He’s a dead man either way” he stated with finality.
The wind howled, the rain poured, and lightning struck the land with ferocity. Milosh soon came to a stop at a spot where Leif once stood and did his best to hold his arms up towards a ball of light in the clouds. “OH GLORIOUS LICH OF OLD… hargh… I’ve done… what you’ve… hurgh, asked! BESTOW TO ME YOUR MIGHTY POWER!”
The Colossus of Old began to stir, glaring at Milosh. He was thoroughly offended, but the filth that stood before him was of no concern. “You blasphemous fool, that isn’t The Lich of Old…” his voice rumbled.
It then hit Milosh as he heard the enraged screaming of a young man: Barna was right. Before the pathetic beast could react, a torrent of lighting struck him. The fury lit up the area, creating a brilliant flash of light too great to look at. The cacophonous sound of the mayhem was unlike any other. Once all was said and done, Milosh was no more. All that remained was charred metal, ash blown away by the wind, and a scorch mark on the ground. This discharge of electricity was so great that The Colossus was finally able to stand again. The event shook and destroyed the land as the 50 meter giant stood tall and proud once more. He began to walk away, heading towards his first mission in eons.
Looking back at the havoc that had been caused, The Colossus paused for a moment. “Do not despair, Caacrinolaas. Someday your anger will subside, and you’ll be stronger than ever.” He then turned his head towards the stars. “My sincerest apologies, Leif.”
Barna, Sten, Dunja, Gratiana, and The Beast of Old just stood there, silently staring into the plateau. They saw everything that had transpired, every distressful moment of it. What should have been a release for them felt somber and sad. Milosh could have been so much more, but threw his life away for power. It was power that he had not earned, but it could have been had things been better. Barna would have been grateful had a boy not lost his father that day. Even though Gummi despised that man, he was still the one who helped bring him into existence. As a father himself, Barna felt the most upsetting feeling he had ever felt. To him, it was a bitter-sweet victory.
“It’s over,” Barna stated plainly. He then turned to Gratiana. “Let’s go home.”
Back at Shadowland, a group of knights, soldiers, and guardsmen waited near the castle. They cheered as Sten and the others returned, even though they were not as cheerful. Sten calmed them with a hand gesture so he could speak. “I’ll save you the speech, as I don’t need one to tell you that Milosh is dead.”
Everyone needed some time to rest after everything that had occurred. Aureolus wanted to talk to his dad so badly, but Barna did not oblige him. He just sat in front of the lounge fireplace in Claudius’ mansion, reading and organizing his thoughts. Gratiana quietly joined him with her own book, feeling similar to him. Fortunately Dunja was more than happy to answer Aureolus’ questions, even though she also felt uneasy. She had spent enough time thinking over the years after all. Barna would end up finishing his book after the majority of everyone else was in bed. He calmly closed it and sighed.
“I guess that’s it then.”
Gratiana also closed her book, but she was not quite done yet. “Were you ready for this outcome?”
“I have no idea, but I guess it was going to happen no matter what we did. How about you?”
“It was unexpected, but I welcome it nonetheless. How about we head to bed? It is late after all.”
“Yeah, I need to rest after all that…”
The next day was a lot more chipper as Barna, Aureolus, Dunja, Torunn, Gratiana, and Andelin went to Redstar Station. They were ready to go home, knowing that everything was going to be alright. As Barna started to get into his carriage, Gratiana pointed towards Weaver and Gabriella, heading into the station. “Now what are those two up to?” She inquired.
“Hold on, I’ll ask,” Barna replied. “Hey, Weaver! Where are you off to?” he called out. “Don’t you want to come with us and go meet Blood-Wraith?”
They both walked over, looking fairly upbeat. “I’d love to, but me and Gabriella have some things to wrap up back in her Inferno. We sort of left in a hurry.”
“Fair enough. Have fun, you two.”
“Thank you, Barna,” Gabriella replied. “We also need to go let my mom know everything’s alright. To be fair, they probably already know, but I’d imagine it’d be more comforting to hear it from me.”
Barna laughed sympathetically. “Yeah, better go do that then. Give Val our regards.”
“See you in The Iron City, Barna,” Weaver said as they walked off.
Before the couple left, Andelin rolled down the window of Dunja and Torunn’s carriage. “Guys, take these…” She tossed them two cards from her deck. “...so we can stay in touch!”
“Thank you, Andelin,” Gabriella called back. “Don’t be afraid to come visit sometime! Bye for now!”
With that, Barna hopped into his carriage. Both got moving and departed Shadowland. A couple of minutes later, he turned to Gratiana. “Before all this went down, Corentin and Aureolus were getting on my case about them not having a mother…”
She giggled. “Funny how these things work out in the end. I am definitely eager to get to know Corentin better. I just hope he took Gummi’s arrival alright.”
Aureolus gave her a thumbs up. “Corentin should be fine. If not, Kresimira will get on his case for it.”
This made the adults laugh. “Speaking of which, you’ll like Kresimira, Gratiana,” said Barna.
“Those two wouldn’t mind a late wedding present, would they?” Gratiana inquired.
“Better late than never.” There was a brief pause before Barna realized something. “Oh, Gratiana, are you okay with my house being a barn house? The workshop is a little messy, but I keep the upstairs nice and tidy.”
“That’s fine with me. Truthfully I’ve always desired something a bit more rustic after all the gilded porcelain I had to endure back in Feuerland,” she replied with a chuckle.
“I see. Well I’m still going to renovate a bit regardless. I’m going to need to get a queen-sized bed after all…”
Aureolus grinned. “So a bed the size of Dunja?” The two laughed again.
“Well played, Aureolus,” Gratiana complimented.
Over at Dunja’s carriage, Andelin was doing a bit of divining with her cards. “It looks like Adriana is getting close…”
Dunja gave a sigh of relief. “That’s good…”
“...but Valerie is on the move at the moment.”
“Shoot. And of course Lia’s still out there too…”
Andelin carefully studied another card for a second. “Actually the cards say she’s fairly quiet at the moment.”
Torunn chuckled. “Dunja, stop worrying about this stuff. We got it in the bag… Hey, how about we make her a blade?”
“Who? Adriana or Valerie?”
“Both” Torunn said as she took a sip from her mug. “If Valerie’s hands are relatively clean, I say we let her in.”
Dunja felt a little conflicted. “I guess we could. I’d imagine we’re still friends after all…”
“She would be quite the member, Dunja,” Andelin pointed out as she collected her cards.
“I suppose so… Torunn, you’re not thinking of adding Lia too, are you?”
She shrugged. “Well, see what I said about Valerie. The more the merrier I say. We just have to find her first. And let’s be real, I don’t want to deal with another Milosh-type situation, if it’s all the same with you two.”
Dunja sighed again. “Agreed. Watching Milosh kick the bucket was a bit unsettling, all things considered…”
The carriages eventually reached The Iron City, with people cheering as they moved through the streets. Dunja, Barna, and Torunn rolled down their windows to wave at the crowds. Everyone was thrilled to see them back, safe and sound. At the square of The Singing Storm Tower, the King waited patiently. He was accompanied by his court, Albrecht, Corentin, Kresimira, Gummi, Blood-Wraith, The Raynots, Vexation, Desislav, and even some new faces. The crowd accompanying all of them eagerly awaited as the carriages came to a stop.
Barna stepped out as Dunja went over to hug Englehart. “Brother, Milosh and his cult are finally dead!” The crowd cheered in response to this.
“Well done, Barna! Well done all of you!” Englehart declared with pride. “It is a momentous day indeed. And I am honored to welcome our newest knights, The Blades of Dunja! May the Source bless these mighty and loyal protectors of The Iron City!” This warranted a round of applause.
Once everyone had gotten most of their excitement out, Dunja quieted them with a calming gesture. “Ladies and gentlemen, we’re not quite out of the woods yet. There’s still some things me and the blades need to clean up, but I am certain we can handle it. And even though Milosh is currently a scorch mark in The Storm Plateau, I wouldn’t be surprised if he still had something up his sleeve. We’ll be ready just in case he hid something from me for the umpteenth time…” This elicited laughter in addition to more applause.
Englehart smiled as he finished clapping. “With that being said, let us convene to discuss what has transpired. I’m certain there’s a lot to talk about…”
The End.
…but the story continues.
Next: Interlude Bonus Chapters
ULTRAMagic Alternate © 2022 William Ford II (ChaoticTempleKnight)
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