2993 Black Blood (Part 1)
Despite the abundant nourishment Solus drew from the Garden, despite Lith being just a few meters away, she felt her body growing weaker by the second. Healing magic didn't work, empowering the vines along with her body.
Her breathing technique didn't work, the poison in her core tainting the world energy as soon as Solus tried to wield its power. Her wounds didn't just refuse to close like it happened to the others.
They were getting bigger and turning into cracks from which a golden light bled.
Lith, Bytra, and Zoreth knew of her bond with an artifact and understood what might be happening.
"Solus!" Bytra screamed in despair, channeling the full power of both his Eldritch and Raiju sides to conjure black bolts of lightning that fried her enemies to a crisp.
Yet more came right after and if she abandoned her position, the whole formation would collapse. Zoreth's situation was even worse. Without her, the funnel of Origin Flames would disappear and the waves of enemies would swarm her companions, Solus included.
'If only I could use tier five magic safely.' She inwardly cursed.
The immense flow of world energy of the Garden caused her more trouble than it was worth. Sure, it fed and empowered her, but it also fueled her abilities beyond her control.
She had used the pillar of Origin Flames instead of a jet stream because if her life force sparked the world energy that flowed throughout the corridor, the slightest mistake would set everything ablaze, putting Bytra, Lith, Solus, and even Zoreth herself in danger.
She had never wielded so much power and had trouble controlling it. Origin Flames could hurt their own user and always destroyed everything else.
Lith's position at the end of the formation made things simple for him. He had to choose between helping Solus and leaving the undead monsters free to surround the group.
At that point, they would be attacked from both sides and the fight's difficulty would double as well.
Lith couldn't care less about his position or the members of the Hand of Fate. He trusted Zoreth and Bytra to survive so his only priority was Solus.
'There is no point in winning this fight, there is no point in retrieving the Ears if it comes at the cost of her life!' Lith drew a deep breath, releasing a pillar of Origin Flames just like Zoreth and discovering how hard it was to control them.
The mystical fire burned at the ground, at the enemies, and wanted to burn at his allies. It was swept by the power surges of the Garden that made the Flames grow and move against Lith's orders.
Ragnar?k cut through the living and the undead, collecting blood and life force to transfuse Solus. Lith's charge was like an avalanche, sweeping everything in his path and trampling everyone who dared resist him.
The Origin Flames, the spells from his magic-holding rings, and the swings of the angry blade carved a path to Solus' side, yet left his back completely exposed.
'Lith!' She cried as the wall of flames pushed the undead away.
'Solus!' Lith grabbed her hands, passing onto her his life force, mana, and the vitality stored by Ragnar?k.
Yet they failed. Everything they tried together failed and the infection kept spreading.
"NO!" Lith screamed in both the physical world and the Mindscape.
In a desperate attempt, he breathed a second burst of Origin Flames, this time not giving a second thought about his allies and focusing solely on Solus.
He exhaled slowly, to keep the connection between the mystical fire and his willpower open. The cost in life force would be several times greater but Lith's control over them would be surgical.
In the throne room, Maergron was pleased with his gains and the progress of the battle. He was now filled with new powers and strength that would help him in many of his future endeavors for a long time before fading. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm
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