Supreme Magus novel Chapter 1660

Chapter 1660 - Rise Unto The Call (Part 2)

'I guess that after going all out on me Verhen is running on fumes.' Quaron thought. 'His aura is barely visible behind that of his artifacts. I'm starting to think that he isn't a Harbinger and not even an Awakened.'

The traitorous Ranger took control of the Skeletal Knights again, getting rid of all the Demons and the soldiers closest to Solus before making his move. Then, he cast a flight spell and bolted at her.

Solus didn't waste mana trying to hit him. She already had to lean on the Sage Staff to stand and had to make every ounce of strength she had left count.

Quaron moved past her while breathing another burst of Origin Flames. Invigoration had given him barely half of his strength back and he couldn't waste mana as well.

Solus had worked with Origin Flames long enough to know that aside from their low speed and short range they had no weak point. To neutralize them she would need to spend as much energy as they contained, but it would leave her drained.

She used Domination again, replacing Quaron's energy signature with her own to take control of the Flames. Yet the Ranger was already back, breathing a new attack.

The two conflicting Flames detonated with Solus in the middle, leaving her no way to avoid taking the full brunt of the blast. She was sent tumbling on the ground while the Scalewalker, the Sage Staff, and even War took fire.

She tried to roll to put out the flames but Quaron returned for the third time and unleashed another burst of Origin Flames.

Solus had plenty of strategies left and several moves she wanted to try. Yet her body was too weak to obey her commands and there was no time to cast a spell with the little mana she had left.

When she saw Quaron returning for the fourth time, with his glaive aimed at her heart she started to panic.

'Blink would just buy me time, a construct would never hold such a blow, and he can move around any wall that I might conjure. What can I do?' Yet there was no answer.

Solus kept her eyes open, racking her brain for any solution that had a ghost of a chance. She found none.

Metal clashed against metal until the weak bent to the strong. The enchanted blade pierced deep into the flesh, sending burning waves of pain throughout Quaron's body.

One of the Demons of the Fallen had pushed the tip of the glaive away, altering its trajectory away from Solus. Then, with a flick of the wrist, it had turned the parry into a lunge, making short work of Quaron's depowered enchanted armor.

It was a life-or-death situation, yet Solus froze for a second in shock.

The Demon had four eyes, a set of horns on its head, and wings on its back, but his face was as human as it was familiar.

"Captain Locrias?" She asked, forgetting to hide her voice from the surprise.

"You took your sweet time conjuring me. I had to follow you for over a month for this moment!" Locrias may have been dead, but that wasn't enough to make his loyalty to the Kingdom falter.

He was a member of the Queen's corps, sworn to protect those kids and the Kingdom from every threat. He didn't care what form he took as long as he could do his job.

Syrook felt Quaron's pain as his own and stopped chasing the Tiamat to take a good look at the battleground. His undead army had lost half of its numbers to the Demons and the mages, but the Skeletal Knights were still winning.