"Are you hearing yourself, boy? Do you wish to get caught in the peril of the ongoing war?" "I know what I said, and I wish to see its horrors." "Ah… let's talk later." They arrived at the demolished school. They could smell the lingering scent of blood partnered with the scent of dust and cement. The school was destroyed and was liable to collapse at any second. The bundle of corpses at the entrance and as well as the top floors did not help their case. A couple of students bawled their eyes out, some stared emptily at the red-stained floor, and some remained tough and talked to their friends who survived. "What a mess," Eauvis commented. He glanced at Ortho. "Can you stand?" he questioned. "Yes, I can," Ortho answered. Grendall deviated from the crowd and ran to the principal. "SIR!" "Grendall," Eauvis said calmly. "Sir, what do we do from here? The school is nothing but in pieces and how do we answer for the parents?" "…We tell them the truth. The Demon Lord Army got pas
"I and my surrogate father went on to explore more lands which featured great miseries," Spellmaster recalled, "We rode a carriage and made our first stop to Yato.""This is as far as I can take you," the coachman told Ortho and Eauvis as they got off the carriage, "I don't want to get involved with the Demon Lord's army, I have a family, y'see?""Don't worry, this distance is sufficient. We can walk the rest of the way," Eauvis answered."Thank you for understanding."The two set off into the developing city of Yato. Its construction was halted by colonialism. The unfinished buildings and factories were inhabited by the Demon Lord's army."How do we get past them?" Ortho asked.Eauvis chanted, "Storage Magic."Zap.A portal opened and he put his hand in it. He pulled out two brown leather cloaks. The portal closed."What are those?" Ortho curiously queried."These cloaks are as normal as it is.""How are normal cloaks supposed to help us in this situation?""The cloaks will only serv
The Demon Lord was at his throne sitting still eagerly waiting for his next meal. He wore a black dragon-scaled shirt, it was thick, and his pants were wrapped in something of similar material. His throne was decorated with a silky crimson red touch with white fur at the edges. He was surrounded by three adult women, with black, brown, and blond hair, all wearing a thin sheet of cloth that covered their skin but emphasized their cleavage. Grrrr... His stomach grumbled loudly. "Where are my servants?" he asked impatiently. "They're coming sire," one of his generals answered who stood right beside him. He wore a thick piece of iron armor and held a big red sword. "Go fetch them, Gilleut," the Demon Lord ordered. "Understood, my lord," Gilleut answered. He went down the stairs and when he reached the first floor he saw the chefs, including Eauvis, carrying a large hot cauldron of steaming stew. The troops were enticed by the entrancing smell of good food. "All of you are late, ge
"His words are meaningful. They make sense. But his procedures… his way of doing things… and how everything would end up. To such extreme measures he takes to solve these problems just doesn't sit right with me," Phize thought, "Foolish, as it may be, but if we solve our problems with the cost of something major, then what is the point? How will we ever learn to come up with solutions if we resolve to such matters?""Sorry, I just can't go with your sayings," he answered.Spellmaster stared at him with an apathetic glare."Stubborn," he mumbled."What?""People really are instinctively stubborn. But that is fine, for I am stubborn too because I push my ideas onto you. So, it cannot be helped," Spellmaster explained, "I'll just have to force my methods since it is for the greater good."He chanted, "Levitation."He flew above the sky.Phize cast a spell, "Weaken!"Spellmaster dodged his aim."I still don't get how your ability works, but if I simply dodge where that spell is aimed at,
Hazel and Braille were resting and trying to recover their lost blood. They felt the rumbles. The rumbles were continuous but one managed to shake them up from their unspoken ceasefire. It was the continuous catastrophes Spellmaster stacked upon each other.Braille stood up and took a peek from below. She saw Spellmaster levitating high above."He really is such a powerful man… he has proved himself to be the strongest man I've ever met. I love him dearly," she commented.Hazel stood up and silently approached her."I know we've come to understand our reasons, but we have to keep fighting for our alli-"Slit.Hazel had created an iron sword and stabbed her in the lower right abdomen. Blood spouted from her mouth."Y-You caught on…" she commented."That's right. I'm sorry.""None warranted, I would've done the same. But then… why didn't you stab me in the heart? Why go with such a roundabout way?"Step. Step. Step.They heard someone go up the stairs but they paid it no mind."It's not
Eauvis went upstairs. He was filled with despair and wanted to escape it. He reached the third floor. ... .. . "Phew, I finally made it down. He sure is making such a big ruckus down there," Helix said with a sigh of relief. "Do I keep resting? I'm not fully recovered but it's not like I can't fight for resting such a lengthy amount of time," he surmised. He walked in the hallway until he heard footsteps getting louder headed his way. He took a peek at where it was coming from. It was Eauvis. Both of them were in the third-floor hallway. "Why, lookie here. I have a guest," Helix declared. "Leave me... alone... please," Eauvis requested. "No. You are the reason behind all of this. This all happened because of your indecisiveness. I insist you man up and tell me where the dang key is, or button, or whatever that grants access to the library. Your library to be specific. You want us to leave you alone? Tell us how to fucking enter the library." Eauvis slowly walked and when
Helix kept on punching Eauvis's face who lay on the wall. Since Eauvis wouldn't bother answering, Helix pounded his face on the wall and kept doing it."This has been going on for too long, old man. Tell me where and how to access the library to the grimoires," he ordered.Blood dripped from his forehead and nose."I... I have nothing to tell you.""QUIT SCREWING WITH ME!!!"Helix controlled the magic in Eauvis's body and slammed him up to the ceiling. He kept on doing this 5 times straight."We're all tired here. All tired of fighting for our righteous causes. Can't you at least feel sorry for the people you pulled into your mess?""I... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry...""If you truly repent, then end it all here and now. Tell me how to access it and I will deliver it to Spellmaster. We will leave you alone from that point on.""I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."His repeated sentences pissed off Helix."Fucking bastard."Helix grabbed his neck and pushed him up the wal
Braille and Hazel were bleeding all over but they didn't stop fighting. Braille would overwhelm her with countless attacks high and below but Hazel kept dodging and deflecting them. Trying to pull Braille would no longer work.Spellmaster was nearing the object. Phize ran faster.Helix decided to interfere. With his left hand, he lifted Eauvis's collar. He looked at Phize and directed his right hand upon him.Phize levitated."Wh-Wha?!"His gaze turned everywhere until he saw the culprit."Him."Helix directed his hand quickly opposite where he was heading for. Phize was then launched like a puppet.Helix coughed up blood from using his ability again.Phize fell to the ground."GYAH!"The impact was not so painful but with the injuries he had already sustained, it was enough to make him lose a lot of energy.He took a look and Spellmaster almost has it.Phize knew he could not reach it in time and called for help instead."HAZEL! NO MATTER WHAT, DO NOT LET SPELLMASTER GRAB THAT DEVICE