Mirim rolled on the floor, dodging the fire and the freeze ray, but she was forced to use the little mana she had left to boost the Featherwalker armor and conjure a barrier to stop the remaining three.
She pressed the emergency rune on her amulet, yet nothing happened.
"I’ve made sure that no one will interrupt us, dear Marchioness." The blue-robed figure kept pouring one spell after another, forcing Mirim to sacrifice her favorite furniture to save her own life.
The good thing about common items enchanted to last was that they offered a brief but decent protection.
"How did you manage to do this?" She asked in the hope to buy some time.
She had no spell at the ready, little mana, and a battered body whereas her opponent had ambushed her while at his peak condition. Unlike Mirim, he had spent the night in the comfort of his home, waiting for the opportunity to strike at any of those who had received one of his cards.
"The problem of hosting so many parties, of having so many guests in your home, is that studying its defenses is easy. One needs just to scan them one bit at a time in order to understand their workings." He replied while casting non-stop.
"How does it feel to be trapped inside the place that was supposed to keep you safe? To have your personal fortress turned into a prison?" The enchantments protecting the house made it impossible for Mirim to burst through a window while the air blocking array he had lay kept her from flying, Blinking, and even from using her amulet.
"You may have violated this place, but I still have the home advantage." The Marchioness inserted the small violet crystal in the fissure of her amulet, so as to trigger the Emergency Gate as soon as it gained a shred of a signal.
Then, she threw the amulet with all of her might against a corner of the room. She hadn’t survived that long without planning even for the most unlikely scenario. The corner hid a very small trapdoor that could only be opened from the inside.
When the amulet hit it, the trapdoor offered only minimal resistance before letting it fly out of the house and in the middle of the street, outside the area of effect of the air sealing array.
"No playtime, then. What a pity." He said with a sight.
"Bring it on." Mirim said while holding her polearm in a defensive stance.
The moment the army amulet connected with the Kingdom’s emergency line, the distress signal went through and Royal Guards came out of the Gate that the Marchioness had opened.
All they found was a hole in the wall of the living room and her butchered body left in plain view. The culprit had left the word "Past" written on the wall with her entrails.
He had also hung her intestines to the ceiling after wrapping them around her limbs, making Mirim look like a puppet held by an invisible hand through bloodied strings.
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City of Lightkeep, Haug’s Travelling Tavern, now.
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