"Escape? That’s easier said than done!" Friya understood her sister’s worries, but the only way out was blocked by two undead.
The silver lining in their predicament was that the Ernas sisters had finished preparing their spells and had their weapons already in hand. The ambush had succeeded, but the girls’ preparation had neutralized its element of surprise.
Each one of the Ernas conjured a Full Guard spell, reducing the advantage that superior numbers granted to their enemies. The only problem was that after finishing to weave the spells, they had no time to drink any potion.
Without the aid of the alchemical tool, the gap in physical prowess was their greatest enemy.
The Ghouls smelled the intoxicating fear coming from their prey and established the pecking order. The little girl was the weakest link, almost on the verge of panic. The hot girl was scared as well, but her determination was stronger than her fear.
The slender, effeminate man, instead, wasn’t afraid for himself so much as for the two women.
"Where the heck is Captain Ernas?" The leader of the Ghouls asked Phloria, igniting her rage. She hated to be mistaken for a man just because of her pixie cut.
"She was supposed to be with her sisters. Tell us where to find the Captain and we’ll make sure you are unconscious while we feast on your flesh." Karis Lessar the Ghoul pointed at Friya, calling dibs on her.
Undeath made so that none of the Ghouls was bad looking. Their bodies were toned like those of athletes, without a shred of body fat or imperfections of the skin. Yet none of them could compare to the human girl and that royally pissed them off.
The fact that the women’s fear had suddenly disappeared and was now replaced by hilarity only worsened the Ghouls’ mood.
"This is no laughing matter, children." Karis snarled. Rage fueled the red light of undeath in her eyes, making it so bright that the corridor seemed to be drenched in blood.
"If we can’t get her, then we’ll keep you as hostages. Alive is very different from well, and being devoured is no pleasant experience. Talk now or my deal is off."
"Fuck you. That’s where she is." Phloria kept her voice low to not be recognized and stepped forward.
She hoped the Ghouls would surround her, leaving only the two undead in front of Friya to deal with her sisters. Despite the gap in physical prowess, with their equipment, Friya and Quylla had a chance in a two versus two fight.
The Ghouls followed Phloria’s script, believing that despite his bravado, the effeminate man would regret leaving his back exposed while surrounded by so many enemies.
Phloria let the first enemy come in contact with her conjured stone shield before activating her personal spell, Dread Blast.
It generated a small sphere comprised of air and darkness that affected everything in her surroundings except for the space within a meter (3.3 feet) from her body. By mixing tier zero gravity magic with it, the spell also lowered the weight of all those in its area of effect, sending them flying like leaves.
Darkness magic injured her opponents while gravity magic robbed them of their foothold. Slamming against the wall would deal no damage to an undead, but the move had temporarily broken the encirclement.
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