Supreme Magus novel Chapter 1232

Chapter 1232 - Mana Poisoning (Part 2)

"I have to admit that Kimo was right. You’ll make an excellent asset." M’Rael nodded while unleashing two more Sunspots, one from his rings and the other weaved during their clash.

A one-handed battle hammer struck his head, barely making the elf flinch. The second one, however, hit the first hammer as if it was a nail, doubling its momentum thanks to the air magic that made them oppositely charged.

"Run, you fools!" Morok tried to recall his weapons, only to discover that M’Rael had trapped them inside a husk of earth and darkness originating from his armor.

"Insignificant fly!" One of the hands from Sunspot swatted Morok like a bug, two more grabbed Nalrond, squeezing the air and almost the life out of him, while the last one went for Quylla.

A silvery flash came from her sleeves as the Adamant chains of Bloodbind wrapped the hard-light construct long enough to allow Quylla to focus what was left of mana into a tier two Light Mastery spell.

The elf was already splitting his focus between his four constructs and three opponents so he couldn’t react in time to a bolt of light faster than any bullet. The spell struck M’Rael right in the middle of his eyes, yet it dealt no damage.

Just like it had happened with Morok’s hammers, the Devouring Nightmare spell infused within the armor protected the elf lord from any damage. Earth would block anything physical while darkness would devour even mana.

"What the-?" M’Rael attempted to say when he noticed with Soul Vision that the light beam actually carried something that was now engulfed in his own spell.

A silvery explosion cut him short and made him double over in pain.

Royal Forgemaster’s wands were a state secret and as such, they were heavily guarded. To keep them from falling into the wrong hands, their owner could make a wand self-destruct after overloading its pseudo core with pure mana.

The resulting explosion would cause the mana poisoning of whoever was nearby and trigger a Clean Slate spell within the same area. M’Rael’s equipment became nothing but a lump of metal while his focus crumbled and so did his constructs.

The Devouring Nightmare lessened the effects of the poisoning, but the elf had to stop his attacks until the pain subsided. His rings were temporarily dead and weaving spells while his core was tainted might have killed him.

"Get out of here, now!" Morok retrieved his hammers and kept at bay the soldiers that had come to help their captain.

Nalrond grabbed Quylla and extended his consciousness toward the barrier, leaving the Fringe.

"That’s all, folks!" Morok had his back against the barrier, outnumbered and outmatched, yet he needed but a thought to go to the other side.

Some elves tried to follow him, just to meet Friya’s blade while they were still dazed from the passage. Only people at peace with themselves like Morok didn’t suffer from side effects after crossing a Fringe’s borders.

Training made them last little, but killing someone who stood still with a rapier through the eyes took even less.

"We need to get away. Quylla’s legs are rotting, Nalrond is not waking up, and I can’t last for long." She said while more and more elves came out of the barrier.

"On it!" Morok opened a Warp Steps that led as far away as he could see.

’Nalrond will be pissed off if you do that. It’s still his home.’ Morok wanted to say, but his mouth was filled with bile and emitted solely retching sounds.

’Why does she assume that it’s my fault?’ Morok kept puking.