’How the heck can she separately control two parts of a three elemental spell?’ Lith was amazed by Dawn’s ability, yet he had no time to waste.
The room was becoming hotter by the second and every time one of the constructs so much as grazed him, not even the Orichalcum could protect him. The armor blocked the hits but not the heat they produced, turning the boosted Skinwalker into an oven.
Lith and Solus both were weaving water spells non-stop to cool the armor, but low tier magic couldn’t keep up with Daybreak.
Suddenly, a pillar of light aimed at Dawn emerged from the second collapsed tunnel. Nalrond had managed to dig himself out and had decided to do something instead of waiting for death.
Dawn attempted to redirect it to Lith, but the Rezar had learned from his mistakes. This time, the spell was infused with willpower and without Dominance, Dawn had no way to wrestle its control away.
The hit sent her against the wall and turned the crystal scales covering her body black from the heat. Yet it wasn’t enough to make the Bright Day lose her focus. Daybreak continued its onslaught, devouring even Origin Flames as if they were nothing more than candles.
"Do you remember me, murderer?" Nalrond roared while using up all the mana he had left to keep fueling the pillar that nailed Dawn to the wall. "Is this the big dream you always told me about? To become a monster, no worse, the puppet of a monster?
"Was it worth killing my people? Answer me, you coward!"
"I’m so sorry." This time the voice coming out of Acala’s mouth was his own.
"I never meant to harm anyone. I didn’t choose Dawn, she chose me. We were destined to be together. It was your people who tried to take her away from me, I just wanted to..."
"To what? To betray our trust? To run away with the relic like the thief you are?" Nalrond cut him short. "I know how the Bright Day is capable of twisting any mind, no matter how strong, but that takes time!
"Back then, you two had just bonded, she had no hold over you. It was you who got intoxicated by her power and used us as target practice. You who burned down the village to make sure that no one would survive.
"Even now, you’ve betrayed your beloved Country, slaughtered your kinsmen, and for what? For some money and respect? That’s not Dawn, that’s you!"
Tears of regret streamed down the Ranger’s cheeks as the memories of the time he had spent at the Rezars’ village flooded his mind. Acala wasn’t used to feel guilt for his actions.
Dawn was skilled in keeping his memories disconnected from each other, making sure that each and every one of his crimes appeared to be the response to injustice, no matter if real or just perceived.
To pursue her ends, she still needed Acala. Especially when dealing with the Kingdom and with the people that knew him well. They didn’t bond for long enough to have absolute control over him so she still needed his consent.
The barriers she had placed in Acala’s mind shattered, forcing him to face the full price others had paid for his choices.
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