“None taken. There’s just something that’s so satisfying and surreal about being out there in the middle of the night, alone with nothing but yourself and the surrounding spirits. I totally get it. Here.” Thomas pulled out a pen and scribbled down the GPS coordinates onto a napkin. “Use them wisely, fellow legend trippers.”. Logan nodded at Thomas as he shook his hand again. “Thank you, Thomas.” The man smiled at the girls before he turned and walked back to his table. “He loves your purple contacts,” Logan informed the elves before motioning for them to follow him as he tossed down a few hundred on the table. “We need to find Rafe and get out of here. If that guy is right about the coordinates, then we may have found our Chapel!” Abina questioned, “But I thought he said it was just a giant field in the middle of nowhere?” “Exactly,” Logan explained as they followed the hoof prints in the sand along the beach. “Think about it. A wide-open field in
“We could try to comfort you, if you’d like,” Abina said as she turned her head down towards the floor and looked up at Logan with her big eyes. “Dark elvess having sex in a church? He’d really prefer to not burst into flames today,” Logan laughed. “Guys, I think I’ve found something!” Kelda called from behind the altar on the stage. Abina, Rafe, and Logan dashed over to the blonde, and their footsteps echoed on the broken-down mosaic floor tile. Kelda had gone behind the altar and knelt down beside the decaying marble structure. Her eyes were closed as she felt around the cold tile beneath it. “Now’s not the time to be finding religion, sister,” Abina joked. “Shush now.” Kelda shot back. “The floor is uneven under this tile. I’m just trying to see if—Aha!” The blonde elve grasped a piece of the decrepit flooring that had been jutting up from the ground. In one motion, she broke off the tile and revealed an etching underneath. She kept at it until every pie
The entire archival room was illuminated by the roaring green flames that erupted from Logan’s hands. Each fireball expanded, traversing down his arms as his entire body became engulfed in emerald embers. A sensation of weightlessness overcame him once again, and he ascended into the air as if controlled by unseen strings, resembling a marionette. As Logan’s eyes opened, an unparalleled sense of power surged through him. He tightly closed his fists, causing the entire wall of books to vanish with a puff of smoke. Focusing his energy on himself, he could feel his spirit traversing through space and time. Finally, he materialized in the main area of the chapel, appearing above the enormous heap of books he had just transported. With a release of the spell, he descended from the mountain of books, landing safely on the ground. Rafe chuckled as he leaped up from his makeshift desk at one of the pews. “That’s one way to make an entrance.” “I got lonely,” Logan
“Logan Ralston!” Azar’s deep, elveic voice reverberated like thunder through the Chapel of the Trinity. “Azar, Father of Warfare and King of the Fourth Circle, demands an audience.” Logan attempted to joke with the elve, his voice betraying a hint of unease. “I think I’ll pass on that, Azar. It’s surprisingly cozy here once you get past the mildew and leaky ceilings. Thanks anyway.” Even he, a man of considerable courage, couldn’t help but be rattled by the creature’s intimidating presence. “Your feeble attempts at humor will get you nowhere, mortal,” Azar scoffed. “You possess something that belongs to me. Two things, in fact.” “Look, Azar, I’ve had this conversation multiple times with every asshole you’ve sent after me,” Logan called out from the doorway. “Kelda and Abina are staying right where they are!” “Kelda, Abina,” Beth interjected. “It’s time to return home, my girls. You’ve had your fun. Is a mere mortal man worth an eternity of suffering?” “I
“We’ve been over this, Raph,” he spat. “According to the Light-Dark Accords of 1344, a warrant obtained from a mortal by a dark elve or other beings is valid. It’s no different than if he had invited me inside.” “That’s where you’re wrong, Azar.” The Light elve shook his head. “The Light realm-Dark realm Bilateral Amendments of 1561 clearly states that a warrant taken from a mortal via threat of violence constitutes extortion of the soul and is therefore non-binding!” “There was no threat of violence, was there, Beth?” the dark elve tried to argue. “You literally ripped the man in half and fed him to your demon horde.” Raph crossed his arms, not convinced. “Listen here, light man.” Azar pointed his clawed finger at the dark-haired man. “This mortal stole from me and then murdered my men. If that wasn’t bad enough, he had to go and make it personal. I’m going into this church, warrant or not!” “Bro,” Rafe whispered to Logan. “This is just like th
“It looks like they can all be horny together now!” Logan joked as he took out another cluster of monsters with his Magicfire. “That’s the Logan we know and love!” Abina smiled widely as she slammed a dark elve into the wall with her telekinesis and snapped his neck. A blast of what sounded like a trombone rang out, and the dark elves who were swarming the church froze. Without warning, the creatures left alive turned around and retreated back towards their master. Kelda and Abina flew up out of the missing ceiling to see what was going on while Rafe and Logan rushed out the front door. Raph had apparently recovered and made quick work of the dark elves, and he and Azar were locked in an epic duel on the outskirts of the church property. The LightDuke had ditched his robe. Now he wore a slick, white SWAT-like armor set complete with a bulletproof vest and weapons galore. Raph soared through the sky, borne by wings of brilliant, angelic white.
“I assumed you had a death wish when they told me you’d defeated Voidmoth,” Azar chuckled. “But I didn’t realize that you were this much of a masochist. I am the Master of Witchcraft and the Father of Warfare, and you are nothing more than another mortal who will soon be crushed under my foot!” Logan sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. “Don’t count your chickens before they hatch, you Diablo fuck,” he retorted. “Voidmoth and Gallu said the exact same thing to me, and look where they are now.” The elve, Azar, let out a laugh, his eyes glowing a menacing red. “You amuse me, mortal,” he taunted. “It’s a shame that you’ll be nothing more than ashes in a few moments.” Without wasting any time, Logan conjured a ball of magicfire and hurled it directly at Azar’s face. The attack made contact with his left shoulder but failed to inflict any damage whatsoever. Amused, the demon clicked his tongue. He summoned his own massive fiery projectile and launched it toward Logan. Ju
“We?” Logan questioned. “The elves, the goblin, and myself,” he confirmed. “Raph, you have no idea how much I’d appreciate that right now!” Logan grunted as he tried to push back against the walls. His body was now in a near-fetal position. His temples began to throb, and he could feel a surge of newfound energy coursing through him. The shimmer of the white flame solidified into a sort of protective forcefield, and there was a deafening beating in his ears as it intensified. The energy shield expanded outwards, shattering Azar’s purple prison into a million pieces. “Round two, motherfucker!” Logan exclaimed as he fired off a blast of the white-hot energy. Azar threw up his sword to block, but the attack was too powerful. The demon cried out as he was tossed backward into the line of trees, downing nearly a dozen of them. Logan cast an emerald flame and transported himself over to Azar position before he could recover. As he appeared