ULTRAMagic Eon 2 - Chapter 24
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Mind-Wraith had a cheeky smile on his face as he snapped his fingers, causing a chiming bell to ring out from nowhere. “Well I just did, Mr. Dirrt, so I’d dare say you're down for the count…” This made Aava, Mal, and Deimos chuckle.
“BLOOD-WRAITH!?” Rick exclaimed in a moment of daft arrogance and stomped towards him. “YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD… Hold on a second, you’re not him…”
“Wowee wow wow!” Mind-Wraith shot back. “It took you that long to figure it out, you lumbering oaf? You monument to slacktivist mediocrity-a sham in sheep’s clothing-walking towards participation reward only to get slammed in the face by a rusty rake! The name’s Mind-Wraith Howard Caden, or ULTRAMagic Bard, but I’m sure you find some way to mistake that with ‘ULTRAMagic Beard,’ given your propensity to beg for donations instead cultivating actual talent…”
Before Mind-Wraith could continue his scathing mockery that would have most certainly turned into a witty and brutal dissertation, Rick slammed his feet on the ground and roared “I’LL PUMMEL YOU, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!!” Despite Rick having the disposition of a spoiled brat being denied his unearned treats, what almost felt like a sonic boom manifested from his petulant anger.
“Then why don’t you?! Hmm?! I’m standing right here ripe for the pummeling, but instead you’re just standing there like an idle simpleton taking it like a cockney boy accepts his gruel in a workhouse. Do you have a response, Rick Keir Dirrt?! A response that will shake the heavens and render me unto my just desserts, or are you going to just sit down and accept it like the obedient little lackey you are!?” Mind-Wraith’s voice was full of fervor, but also venom given the current predicament Blood-Wraith found himself in.
Rick paused, as not only did Mind-Wraith have the same unflinching tenacity as Blood-Wraith, but there was clearly eons of experience and wisdom behind it. The terror of such tenure caused Rick to swallow hard, but then he smiled with a wicked, sadistic grin. “You want a response? I’ll give you a response…” he growled with murderous intent as he began to back up.
Despite how scared almost everyone else was as Rick vanished from view, Mind-Wraith crossed his arms and laughed in the most condescending way possible. “HA, I’ve seen this petty trick before!”
“Pay attention to the sky above, everyone,” Aava stated as she pointed up.
Fright struck as Rick plummeted down towards Mind-Wraith with a mighty roar, but that was not quite Rick. Mind-Wraith pointed towards his back and everyone glanced over to see the real Rick barreling right for them. With his own illusion that was nigh perfect, Mind-Wraith tricked the stampeding brute into running right past him, causing Rick to trip, and sending himself flying across the ground a good distance away from his initial target. “The astute will have noticed the flicker right before he sounded off, indicating that it was a distraction,” Mind-Wraith began to elaborate as he came back into view. “Moves like that are always born of an immature, bruised ego, where scum like him always have to get in the last laugh. Once you know someone’s personality, you can always predict what they are going to do next, especially in vain, daft pillocks such as Mr. Dirrt over there!” This made the group laugh again.
Upon Rick regaining his bearings and hearing the mocking jollity at his expense, he felt his blood ignite like it never had before with Blood-Wraith. “I’LL KILL YOU!!! I’LL KILL YOU ALL!!! I’LL KILL EVERY LAST WRAITH IN THIS DAMN COSMOS!!!” he howled in blind fury and rage, causing the group to panic and ready their magic and weapons.
Mind-Wraith laughed in the face of danger, proudly strutting forward as if he was on stage about to start dancing, with Aava following him. “Like a dog without a bone, we’re thrown into this world of simpletons and sinners, ready to chomp at whatever morsel they can get their greedy little hands on!” He then summoned a ghostly fiddle and tossed it over to Aava. “A beat, my dear, if you would be so kind?”
“Of course, darling,” she answered with pleasure as she began to elegantly drag the bow against the strings, weaving a melodic folk tune that carried the birth of a composition that told the tales of the past, sung praise for the present, and looked towards the future for the light.
Mind-Wraith felt his feet become weightless as he started to step dance, tapping the ground with hops and skips in a tempo that grew with the expanding music. Aava was soon joined by a spectral band of drums, flutes, lutes, violins, guitars, and horns that instilled hope in anyone who heard it, even the petrified remains of the soldiers. With his feet becoming an instrument in and of itself, Mind-Wraith began to move around, adding more dance moves to his performance as Voidborne’s blade began to glow with a fiery light. Rick was at a loss for words and his anger only continued to mount. Not only was his enemy making fun of him, but now he was dancing!? Dancing in the middle of a war!?! He ran up to slam his giant fists down on Mind-Wraith only for the man to effortlessly dodge it and continue his performance like nothing had happened. This caused Rick to launch into a flurry of animalistic slams and punches that were all dodged by his opponent without so much as a hint of error.
A thumping energy could be felt with each rhythmic strike of the drums as Mind-Wraith began to twirl Voidborne around as a part of his act, continuing to avoid the brutish attacks of his foe. Little did Rick realize it, but his unorganized strikes had also become a part of the music. The fight had turned into a true spectacle with Mind-Wraith running circles around Rick with his finesse and grace, his dance moves unparalleled by anyone that could challenge him. And then the horns rose in intensity, signaling for Mind-Wraith to go on the attack. He had learned enough about Rick’s style of fighting and now he was ready to show him a master at work. He swung Voidborne amidst his moves, slashing Rick on numerous occasions. Rick would recoil only to leave himself wide open for a follow up, and his dodges were sloppy and lead to even more wounds from the searing, crystalline blade of Blood-Wraith’s weapon.
Getting desperate, Rick tried to attack Aava, only to fail when she leapt back. In front of her manifested silver specters of knights with colossal hammers that tried to slam them down on Rick in tune with the music. He just barely avoided them, which gave Mind-Wraith more openings to attack. Mind-Wraith then began spinning around in circles and whirling Voidborne around with impeccable skill. Rick was slashed many times and forced back lest he be overwhelmed. The group cheered the two on, and were joined by other soldiers who had seen the commotion and began jeering at Rick for his cowardice. The humiliation was starting to set in, and Rick could feel his doubt scream at him that he was a wretched, pathetic individual that did not deserve the repugnant boons he was given.
Rick ignored the voices in his head telling to give up for his own good and backed up a great deal away from Mind-Wraith. He then roared with all of his might, shaking the earth with mighty tremors as evil, crimson lighting arced towards the sky from where he stood. In his place emerged a mighty, towering snake with many heads like a hydra. He gave a bellowing, maniacal laugh, but Mind-Wraith was not phased. The music had intensified and the drums thundered with the anticipation of Mind-Wraith fighting a terrible monster that threatened the land he was sworn to protect. One of Rick’s head lurched forward, but was dodged with a great leap. Mind-Wraith then concentrated, causing a vortex of hot air to whirl around Voidborne. When he slashed, a wave of heated wind like a blade hit the neck and severed it. Rick roared in pain, as the sting of vengeance burned his body like a pain no mere man would ever suffer in his life. Like aggressive and ravenous fire ants with the stinging power of millions of wasps, Rick was beginning to feel his sins crawl on his back.
Mind-Wraith refused to let up, continuing to slash Rick to pieces with waves of hot air from Voidborne. The great serpent was struggling to maintain its form from all the damage it had taken, and victory was in sight as Rick struggled to fight back. There was one last move up Rick’s sleeve, however-a desperation attack. He ripped his last mouth wide open and an explosive orb of energy appeared inside of it. Mind-Wraith was not sure how to respond, but had to come up with something regardless. Just as Rick was about to fire what was surely going to be a destructive beam of energy, the last head was severed, causing the sphere to explode and destroy the serpent. The attack had come from a wave of air, but it was not from Mind-Wraith. Wulfric stood there with a triumphant grin on his face as the tornadic winds around his mighty greatsword calmed down. The group and the soldiers cheered in victorious fervor as The Discordant God of War pointed his blade at Rick, who had reverted back to his amalgamated form and was struggling to stand up.
“Boy, if you think stolen power can grant you victory on the field of battle, you're more dense than Karnage thinks he’s smart,” Wulfric lambasted. His blade was admitting a subtle screech, like it was cutting reality in two just by being held there.
“I’LL BE BACK!” Rick yelled as he tried to run away, stumbling as he did. “I’LL BE BACK-BACK WITH EVEN MORE POWER, JUST WAIT AND SEE!” And then Rick found himself going nowhere despite still trying to move.
“NO,” Ealdhelm’s voice boomed, shaking the realm around them. He was holding out his hand, an invisible force refusing to let go of Rick. “THAT MAGIC ISN’T YOURS…” The vengeful menace in his words sent Rick into a panic, causing him to scream for his life as he was lifted into the air. In one of the most painful experiences he had ever felt, a glowing orb was ripped from his chest. This orb then split into smaller ones that went into the petrified soldiers, bringing them back to life.
Rick fell to the ground with a massive thud, but remained in his amalgamated form as he had absorbed many shadow constructs to power himself up in addition to the magic he had previously stolen. “DAMN IT!” he cursed as the soldiers came back to their senses. Once they realized what had happened, anger exploded out of them as they shouted and hollered for Rick’s death. They had witnessed everything the monstrosity had forced their magic to do, and a storm of bullets assaulted Rick, causing him to flee as fast as he could.
“At ease, men!” Ealdhelm called out once Rick was out of sight. “Save your ammunition for the rest of Karnage’s army.”
Wulfric laughed in endearment, as the rage the soldiers felt was righteous and he admired their desire for justice. “As much as I commend your desire to fight, gentlemen, head back to The Iron City and recover. You’ve been through a lot, but we need those at their peak for the remaining shadow constructs.” Some of the soldiers were hesitant to head back, but the ones who had joined to watch Mind-Wraith’s performance encouraged them to follow them back to the city.
Ealdhelm looked towards where Rick had fled and growled. “Miserable scum, making a mockery of ULTRAMagic like that…” He then took a breath and composed himself. “Mind-Wraith, it’s been ages!”
“Master Ealdhelm!” he replied with a bow, despite still catching his breath a little.
“It’s an honor to see you again, master,” Aava also said with a bow.
“And thank God you two showed up when you did, because improv is hard and I was legitimately at a loss for how to respond to that laser attack…”
“MIND, THAT WAS AMAZING!” Mal said as she picked him up and swung him around.
“Haha, thanks, Mal,” he replied as Aava made sure he did not fall over.
“If anyone was wondering where Blood got his love of step dancing from, there you go,” Deimos pointed out. “No doubt Void-Wraith will pick up something similar.”
“Lord Wulfric, Master Ealdhelm, you have our gratitude,” Dragutin said as he walked over. “Rick took us by surprise with the power he had received from Audoin and Karnage, even pushing us to our limits. I fear the mind that would even give a man like Rick such power in the first place.”
Wulfric nodded as he glanced around the scorched landscape. “That blasted Karnage… Mayhem, what happened lad? Invoking Chaos Incarnate to overwhelm your foe? What happened to the discipline from our battles?”
Mayhem laughed as the flames of chaos dissipated from him, despite the occasional winces of pain. “My apologies, Wulfric… ow. I was at a loss for what to do, as you know very few can match your honor in battle.” That made the Discordant God smile.
Looking at her broken sword, Maxima shook her head and tried to sheath what was left of it. “I firmly believe Hecate may have also had a hand in Rick’s new power. There were certain quirks I noticed that were indicative of her black magic.”
“That’s not good, as I’ve heard of how awful she can be,” Mayhem replied. “I mean, she was stricken from the records of the Spiritus Magni to such a degree that she was unknown to most of us for the longest time…”
“Ealdhelm, Leonard and Ozymandias need our help,” Waltheof said as he came hurrying over. “I trust Rick has been taken care of?”
“Indeed,” he answered. “Maxima, perhaps it would be best if you and Mayhem went and told Drusa and the others about what you’ve noticed. Plus I can’t imagine your rapier will be of much use at the moment…”
She chuckled and began to climb onto Dragutin’s back. “I’d dare say it’s time to acquire a new one. Mayhem, come. You’re in no condition to fight at the moment.”
Mayhem groaned, saw Wulfric nod at him, and sighed. “Alright, alright…” he conceded as he hopped onto Dragutin’s back behind Maxima. The jabberwock then flapped his wings, climbing into the air, and flew off towards the city walls.
Feeling his second wind coming to him, Mind-Wraith sheathed Voidborne on his back for the time being and looked ready to go. “Well, let’s not keep the two gods waiting then.”
Deimos laughed. “You haven’t changed a bit, Mind-Wraith…”
“No reason to, teacher.”
“When Blood gets back, you definitely need to share some of your moves with him…”
“He is coming back, right Eustorgio?” Aava questioned with concern in her voice. “It was quite harrowing when we received the call for help through Voidborne, and to hear of his passing is heartbreaking…”
“He’ll be back. In fact he’s entering The Ennead as we speak,” Deimos assured.
“I really hope The Vermilion King knows what he’s doing,” Ealdhelm admitted as they began to move on. “You’ll have to pardon my apprehension given his majesty’s track record…” This warranted nervous chuckles from everyone as he had a good point, and his experience backed it up.
Next: Chapter 25
ULTRAMagic Alternate © 2022 William Ford II (ChaoticTempleKnight)
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Mind-Wraith had a cheeky smile on his face as he snapped his fingers, causing a chiming bell to ring out from nowhere. “Well I just did, Mr. Dirrt, so I’d dare say you're down for the count…” This made Aava, Mal, and Deimos chuckle.
“BLOOD-WRAITH!?” Rick exclaimed in a moment of daft arrogance and stomped towards him. “YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD… Hold on a second, you’re not him…”
“Wowee wow wow!” Mind-Wraith shot back. “It took you that long to figure it out, you lumbering oaf? You monument to slacktivist mediocrity-a sham in sheep’s clothing-walking towards participation reward only to get slammed in the face by a rusty rake! The name’s Mind-Wraith Howard Caden, or ULTRAMagic Bard, but I’m sure you find some way to mistake that with ‘ULTRAMagic Beard,’ given your propensity to beg for donations instead cultivating actual talent…”
Before Mind-Wraith could continue his scathing mockery that would have most certainly turned into a witty and brutal dissertation, Rick slammed his feet on the ground and roared “I’LL PUMMEL YOU, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!!” Despite Rick having the disposition of a spoiled brat being denied his unearned treats, what almost felt like a sonic boom manifested from his petulant anger.
“Then why don’t you?! Hmm?! I’m standing right here ripe for the pummeling, but instead you’re just standing there like an idle simpleton taking it like a cockney boy accepts his gruel in a workhouse. Do you have a response, Rick Keir Dirrt?! A response that will shake the heavens and render me unto my just desserts, or are you going to just sit down and accept it like the obedient little lackey you are!?” Mind-Wraith’s voice was full of fervor, but also venom given the current predicament Blood-Wraith found himself in.
Rick paused, as not only did Mind-Wraith have the same unflinching tenacity as Blood-Wraith, but there was clearly eons of experience and wisdom behind it. The terror of such tenure caused Rick to swallow hard, but then he smiled with a wicked, sadistic grin. “You want a response? I’ll give you a response…” he growled with murderous intent as he began to back up.
Despite how scared almost everyone else was as Rick vanished from view, Mind-Wraith crossed his arms and laughed in the most condescending way possible. “HA, I’ve seen this petty trick before!”
“Pay attention to the sky above, everyone,” Aava stated as she pointed up.
Fright struck as Rick plummeted down towards Mind-Wraith with a mighty roar, but that was not quite Rick. Mind-Wraith pointed towards his back and everyone glanced over to see the real Rick barreling right for them. With his own illusion that was nigh perfect, Mind-Wraith tricked the stampeding brute into running right past him, causing Rick to trip, and sending himself flying across the ground a good distance away from his initial target. “The astute will have noticed the flicker right before he sounded off, indicating that it was a distraction,” Mind-Wraith began to elaborate as he came back into view. “Moves like that are always born of an immature, bruised ego, where scum like him always have to get in the last laugh. Once you know someone’s personality, you can always predict what they are going to do next, especially in vain, daft pillocks such as Mr. Dirrt over there!” This made the group laugh again.
Upon Rick regaining his bearings and hearing the mocking jollity at his expense, he felt his blood ignite like it never had before with Blood-Wraith. “I’LL KILL YOU!!! I’LL KILL YOU ALL!!! I’LL KILL EVERY LAST WRAITH IN THIS DAMN COSMOS!!!” he howled in blind fury and rage, causing the group to panic and ready their magic and weapons.
Mind-Wraith laughed in the face of danger, proudly strutting forward as if he was on stage about to start dancing, with Aava following him. “Like a dog without a bone, we’re thrown into this world of simpletons and sinners, ready to chomp at whatever morsel they can get their greedy little hands on!” He then summoned a ghostly fiddle and tossed it over to Aava. “A beat, my dear, if you would be so kind?”
“Of course, darling,” she answered with pleasure as she began to elegantly drag the bow against the strings, weaving a melodic folk tune that carried the birth of a composition that told the tales of the past, sung praise for the present, and looked towards the future for the light.
Mind-Wraith felt his feet become weightless as he started to step dance, tapping the ground with hops and skips in a tempo that grew with the expanding music. Aava was soon joined by a spectral band of drums, flutes, lutes, violins, guitars, and horns that instilled hope in anyone who heard it, even the petrified remains of the soldiers. With his feet becoming an instrument in and of itself, Mind-Wraith began to move around, adding more dance moves to his performance as Voidborne’s blade began to glow with a fiery light. Rick was at a loss for words and his anger only continued to mount. Not only was his enemy making fun of him, but now he was dancing!? Dancing in the middle of a war!?! He ran up to slam his giant fists down on Mind-Wraith only for the man to effortlessly dodge it and continue his performance like nothing had happened. This caused Rick to launch into a flurry of animalistic slams and punches that were all dodged by his opponent without so much as a hint of error.
A thumping energy could be felt with each rhythmic strike of the drums as Mind-Wraith began to twirl Voidborne around as a part of his act, continuing to avoid the brutish attacks of his foe. Little did Rick realize it, but his unorganized strikes had also become a part of the music. The fight had turned into a true spectacle with Mind-Wraith running circles around Rick with his finesse and grace, his dance moves unparalleled by anyone that could challenge him. And then the horns rose in intensity, signaling for Mind-Wraith to go on the attack. He had learned enough about Rick’s style of fighting and now he was ready to show him a master at work. He swung Voidborne amidst his moves, slashing Rick on numerous occasions. Rick would recoil only to leave himself wide open for a follow up, and his dodges were sloppy and lead to even more wounds from the searing, crystalline blade of Blood-Wraith’s weapon.
Getting desperate, Rick tried to attack Aava, only to fail when she leapt back. In front of her manifested silver specters of knights with colossal hammers that tried to slam them down on Rick in tune with the music. He just barely avoided them, which gave Mind-Wraith more openings to attack. Mind-Wraith then began spinning around in circles and whirling Voidborne around with impeccable skill. Rick was slashed many times and forced back lest he be overwhelmed. The group cheered the two on, and were joined by other soldiers who had seen the commotion and began jeering at Rick for his cowardice. The humiliation was starting to set in, and Rick could feel his doubt scream at him that he was a wretched, pathetic individual that did not deserve the repugnant boons he was given.
Rick ignored the voices in his head telling to give up for his own good and backed up a great deal away from Mind-Wraith. He then roared with all of his might, shaking the earth with mighty tremors as evil, crimson lighting arced towards the sky from where he stood. In his place emerged a mighty, towering snake with many heads like a hydra. He gave a bellowing, maniacal laugh, but Mind-Wraith was not phased. The music had intensified and the drums thundered with the anticipation of Mind-Wraith fighting a terrible monster that threatened the land he was sworn to protect. One of Rick’s head lurched forward, but was dodged with a great leap. Mind-Wraith then concentrated, causing a vortex of hot air to whirl around Voidborne. When he slashed, a wave of heated wind like a blade hit the neck and severed it. Rick roared in pain, as the sting of vengeance burned his body like a pain no mere man would ever suffer in his life. Like aggressive and ravenous fire ants with the stinging power of millions of wasps, Rick was beginning to feel his sins crawl on his back.
Mind-Wraith refused to let up, continuing to slash Rick to pieces with waves of hot air from Voidborne. The great serpent was struggling to maintain its form from all the damage it had taken, and victory was in sight as Rick struggled to fight back. There was one last move up Rick’s sleeve, however-a desperation attack. He ripped his last mouth wide open and an explosive orb of energy appeared inside of it. Mind-Wraith was not sure how to respond, but had to come up with something regardless. Just as Rick was about to fire what was surely going to be a destructive beam of energy, the last head was severed, causing the sphere to explode and destroy the serpent. The attack had come from a wave of air, but it was not from Mind-Wraith. Wulfric stood there with a triumphant grin on his face as the tornadic winds around his mighty greatsword calmed down. The group and the soldiers cheered in victorious fervor as The Discordant God of War pointed his blade at Rick, who had reverted back to his amalgamated form and was struggling to stand up.
“Boy, if you think stolen power can grant you victory on the field of battle, you're more dense than Karnage thinks he’s smart,” Wulfric lambasted. His blade was admitting a subtle screech, like it was cutting reality in two just by being held there.
“I’LL BE BACK!” Rick yelled as he tried to run away, stumbling as he did. “I’LL BE BACK-BACK WITH EVEN MORE POWER, JUST WAIT AND SEE!” And then Rick found himself going nowhere despite still trying to move.
“NO,” Ealdhelm’s voice boomed, shaking the realm around them. He was holding out his hand, an invisible force refusing to let go of Rick. “THAT MAGIC ISN’T YOURS…” The vengeful menace in his words sent Rick into a panic, causing him to scream for his life as he was lifted into the air. In one of the most painful experiences he had ever felt, a glowing orb was ripped from his chest. This orb then split into smaller ones that went into the petrified soldiers, bringing them back to life.
Rick fell to the ground with a massive thud, but remained in his amalgamated form as he had absorbed many shadow constructs to power himself up in addition to the magic he had previously stolen. “DAMN IT!” he cursed as the soldiers came back to their senses. Once they realized what had happened, anger exploded out of them as they shouted and hollered for Rick’s death. They had witnessed everything the monstrosity had forced their magic to do, and a storm of bullets assaulted Rick, causing him to flee as fast as he could.
“At ease, men!” Ealdhelm called out once Rick was out of sight. “Save your ammunition for the rest of Karnage’s army.”
Wulfric laughed in endearment, as the rage the soldiers felt was righteous and he admired their desire for justice. “As much as I commend your desire to fight, gentlemen, head back to The Iron City and recover. You’ve been through a lot, but we need those at their peak for the remaining shadow constructs.” Some of the soldiers were hesitant to head back, but the ones who had joined to watch Mind-Wraith’s performance encouraged them to follow them back to the city.
Ealdhelm looked towards where Rick had fled and growled. “Miserable scum, making a mockery of ULTRAMagic like that…” He then took a breath and composed himself. “Mind-Wraith, it’s been ages!”
“Master Ealdhelm!” he replied with a bow, despite still catching his breath a little.
“It’s an honor to see you again, master,” Aava also said with a bow.
“And thank God you two showed up when you did, because improv is hard and I was legitimately at a loss for how to respond to that laser attack…”
“MIND, THAT WAS AMAZING!” Mal said as she picked him up and swung him around.
“Haha, thanks, Mal,” he replied as Aava made sure he did not fall over.
“If anyone was wondering where Blood got his love of step dancing from, there you go,” Deimos pointed out. “No doubt Void-Wraith will pick up something similar.”
“Lord Wulfric, Master Ealdhelm, you have our gratitude,” Dragutin said as he walked over. “Rick took us by surprise with the power he had received from Audoin and Karnage, even pushing us to our limits. I fear the mind that would even give a man like Rick such power in the first place.”
Wulfric nodded as he glanced around the scorched landscape. “That blasted Karnage… Mayhem, what happened lad? Invoking Chaos Incarnate to overwhelm your foe? What happened to the discipline from our battles?”
Mayhem laughed as the flames of chaos dissipated from him, despite the occasional winces of pain. “My apologies, Wulfric… ow. I was at a loss for what to do, as you know very few can match your honor in battle.” That made the Discordant God smile.
Looking at her broken sword, Maxima shook her head and tried to sheath what was left of it. “I firmly believe Hecate may have also had a hand in Rick’s new power. There were certain quirks I noticed that were indicative of her black magic.”
“That’s not good, as I’ve heard of how awful she can be,” Mayhem replied. “I mean, she was stricken from the records of the Spiritus Magni to such a degree that she was unknown to most of us for the longest time…”
“Ealdhelm, Leonard and Ozymandias need our help,” Waltheof said as he came hurrying over. “I trust Rick has been taken care of?”
“Indeed,” he answered. “Maxima, perhaps it would be best if you and Mayhem went and told Drusa and the others about what you’ve noticed. Plus I can’t imagine your rapier will be of much use at the moment…”
She chuckled and began to climb onto Dragutin’s back. “I’d dare say it’s time to acquire a new one. Mayhem, come. You’re in no condition to fight at the moment.”
Mayhem groaned, saw Wulfric nod at him, and sighed. “Alright, alright…” he conceded as he hopped onto Dragutin’s back behind Maxima. The jabberwock then flapped his wings, climbing into the air, and flew off towards the city walls.
Feeling his second wind coming to him, Mind-Wraith sheathed Voidborne on his back for the time being and looked ready to go. “Well, let’s not keep the two gods waiting then.”
Deimos laughed. “You haven’t changed a bit, Mind-Wraith…”
“No reason to, teacher.”
“When Blood gets back, you definitely need to share some of your moves with him…”
“He is coming back, right Eustorgio?” Aava questioned with concern in her voice. “It was quite harrowing when we received the call for help through Voidborne, and to hear of his passing is heartbreaking…”
“He’ll be back. In fact he’s entering The Ennead as we speak,” Deimos assured.
“I really hope The Vermilion King knows what he’s doing,” Ealdhelm admitted as they began to move on. “You’ll have to pardon my apprehension given his majesty’s track record…” This warranted nervous chuckles from everyone as he had a good point, and his experience backed it up.
Next: Chapter 25
ULTRAMagic Alternate © 2022 William Ford II (ChaoticTempleKnight)
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