Capítulo 48: Chapter Forty-Eight: A Tough Choice
'What, how is that possible?' Jantyr thought after comprehending what happened. In the face of certain death, Jasmine received a sudden enlightenment and broke through to tier one. The power Jantyr felt from her tribulation was vast, almost endless, yet, as soon as the boulder made contact with her, all that gathered energy that was going to put her through a devastating trial was destroyed. As the two enormous powers met the tribulation somewhat dampened the impact, just enough for Jasmine to survive. Still, even after that, she barely survived, buried under tons of rocks.
A dance of death played out between the two mortal enemies. A defined tone following each move. Arrows rained down on the orcs, while the falken troops fought them to their last breath.
New heroes were born under the battle, just to die moments later. Some would be remembered for years to come, others forgotten, as their legacy, what they died for followed them to the afterlife.
The orcs, despite the falkens efforts, were still advancing. In the wake of both sides, a path of death remained. Puddles of flesh, walls of copses. Over a dozen piles remained behind the orcs, their brethren laid there, their corpses battered and surrounded by brave falkens, willing to die for a chance of victory.
Lenart wore a heavy face, as he sprinted through the endless carnage. He saw friends and even some of the original twenty's corpses lying in the dirt. More often than not they were in a pool of mixed blood. Hailing from several people and sometimes orcs.
A cold rage was stirring inside Lenart. His heart beats accelerated, as his world grew slower. He could see every bit of change in the world, everything became so dull. He felt empty, yet a surge of something unknown. In front of him he saw Jasmine about to be killed by the orc. Her trembellying, injured figure struggled to create a spell.
Every strain of hair on Lenart's body stood up, his skin started evaporating, a thin mist covered his body. His vision became blurry, as he felt his time completely stop, next thing he knew a rapid pain consumed his entire being and then something just snapped.
Falken and orcs alike stopped in their endeavors, the hair on their bodies stood up, as fear overtook them for a second. Unknowingly some falken and orcs moved out of instinct, clearing a path in the last second, then it came.
A blue light blinded everyone with their eyes open, a second later a thunderclap came and a powerful gust hit the two sides. Some stumbled, others held their grounds. The falkens who failed to stand were quickly killed by the orcs, while some orcs who were shocked by the impact were killed in their moment of distraction.
Lenart regained his vision and his mind stabilized, only then did he realize that his spear was clashing with a golden ax. His entire body was screaming at him.
Despite the speed and power behind Lenart's blow, the orc hadn't moved a centimeter. It was stuck firm in its place, not even the ground was cracked. But Lenart's mission had been successful, Jasmine was still alive.
Regaining her focus Jasmine hurriedly prepared an attack spell and casted firelast with newfound power from ascending. The attack made the orc burst into flames.
Standing, while on fire, the orc showed no signs of discomfort, it simply grunted and turned around, swinging its ax widely, trying to squash the bug attacking it.
Jasmine dodged the attack at the last second and the next moment Lenart spear once more struck out at the orc. Yet, it still wasn't over, an arrow hit the orc in the head and bounced off, leaving a small tiny blood dot on the orc's head.
Harold stood two-hundred meters aways, his bow drawn, realizing another arrow at the orc. Meanwhile Jasmine casted Vineious, but it had no effect. Lenart stabbed the orc again but the attack was shrugged off.
Understanding that there was no chance of winning like this, Jasmine said. "Hold it off, while I prepare something!"
The two nodded and a second later the branch guild master also joined the fight, just as Jasmine left.
"Where is she off too?" the man asked, as he launched an attack at the orc.
"Don't know, she said she's got something planned!" Lenart told him, refusing to elaborate about the details.
…
Jasmine clenched her hand, her fragile skin succumbing to the pressure, as she bled. Her expression was stiff and her face pale. She had made a very dangerous decision in the midst of battle and told the others to rely on her. But she didn't know if she could go through with it.
(Some time ago)
"Day 1187324"
"Hello dear disciple, don't think I've forgotten about you! Don't you worry, I know you want to become just like me, a dark mage. This is a ritual just for that. Since I invented my kind, I think I'll call us necromancers! Anyways, enough about the boring stuff, let's get to work.
"You will need to make three copies of a ritual this time, now be aware, this is very dangerous, as you are making a contract with a reaper!" the book said, next Jasmine saw the ritual.
Several weird runes were inside their own squares. They were painted red. Next to each set of runes stood their meaning, first one translated death, its pronunciation was Vachneer. The second set of runes was Reaper, it was pronounced Darchnooss. The last set of runes meant contract and was pronounced Socrakrest.
The squares were aligned, their pointy ends touching one another. Darchnooss, the word of reaper was in the middle, touching both the ponty end of Vachneer, death and the pointy end of Socrakrest, contract. All squares had their ponty end upward too.
"Now you might say, what's with the sinister runes, well my disciple, get ready, because stuff is about to get heavy. This ritual requires five hundred, semi intelligent, newly killed lifeforms as sacrifice. This spell needs to breach the world's barrier after all. You will inscribe the ritual on a large scale, a small scale both on the ground, and lastly one on your hand!
"This time you will drop your blood in the big ritual and then stab your hand with the ritual on it with a dagger, make sure it goes all the way through the hand and touches the small ritual on the ground. Then you will chant the three words: Vachneer, Darchnooss and Socrakrest.
"Now after this, you're on your own, good luck dear disciple, don't die!"
(Back to the present)
She knew what she had to do, but she was getting a very bad feeling about it, but in the end, what choice did she have? Watch her village get destroyed, never, she'd rather risk it all for their sake. Her fear subsided with her own words 0f courage, as she firmly grasped what she had to do!
(AN: sorry for the late chapter, had a very important test today and wanted to study under the week, hope you understand :) )
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