Athung bought them precious seconds by enveloping Vareen with six different elemental sealing arrays, sending the Eldritch crashing against the ground below. Chaos was just corrupted darkness and it could be sealed the same way.
"Nice trick, kid. Too bad that they already tried to destroy me with arrays the size of a city and failed nonetheless!" He said while shapeshifting his body so as to reach the runes that comprised the magical formations and destroy them.
The sealing arrays kept him from using any kind of magic, but they also kept others from attacking him with spells. On top of that, an Eldritch's body was comprised of pure Chaos and their shape depended solely on their will.
Arrays could do nothing against the magic flowing inside of him, they could only block what he manifested on the outside.
"We'll see about that!" Athung and Aalejah unleashed the tier five Spirit Magic spell, Confined Space.
It conjured two concentric cubes of pure mana around Vareen that sealed him while also stopping his tendrils in their tracks before they could take down the arrays. In theory, they were the perfect tool to restrict an opponent incapable of using Spirit Magic whose magical powers had been sealed.
Alas, the power of their combined bright blue cores was nothing compared to Vareen's black core. The Chaos that flowed inside his body destroyed the cubes in a matter of seconds before moving onto the arrays.
Casting so many arrays at the same time along with such a powerful Spirit Magic spell had completely exhausted Athung's strength. She would be a sitting duck until she replenished her strength with Invigoration.
Aalejah fared even worse. She had poured all of her mana into the Confined Space and helping Lith required so much of her focus that she was incapable of using her breathing technique.
"Goodbye and good riddance." Vareen pointed his index and medium fingers at the two women's forehead, making them extend at breakneck speed.
Yet the elongated fingers never reached their target due to a flash of Adamant cutting them asunder.
"We meet again, old friend." The voice came out of the lesser Abomination, but it didn't belong to Lith.
The mass of shadows didn't even look like Derek McCoy anymore but as someone much taller and older, with a luscious beard that almost reached his waist.
"Renkar? This is impossible! I killed you myself. How can you still be alive?" Vareen blurted out in surprise.
He was so shocked that he almost didn't notice his severed fingers floating in circles over the old mage's left hand while he held War with the right.
Almost.
"You died as well when you failed to achieve the violet core. If death didn't stop you, why should I be any different?" Renkar had a huge smile while spouting the bullshit listed in Lith's script.
"This is bullshit!" Vareen said. "It doesn't work like that. Either you become an Abomination at the moment of your death, while you are still full of energy or you don't. This is just a trick!"
Yet Lith's body language had become completely different. His footwork and technique belonged to someone who had practiced the sword for centuries, not just a few years.
Vareen made new limbs emerge from his humanoid body, attacking at Renkar from every side. Yet the old Awakened dodged most of them and cut down with War those that appeared out of the ground or from his allegedly blind spots.
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