Capítulo 83: Healer
'No, everything's not hopeless yet!!' Alexander growled in his mind, the darkness filling his thoughts dissipating as soon as it came. While his physical body had been sapped of strength, but his aura was unaffected by this mysterious anaesthetic trudging down his body, numbing his senses.
Ice Sculpture!!
A powerful and fast acting spell and one of his strongest was released, chant-less so that he would not give his opponent anytime to escape.
Upon the activation of this spell, the woman masked as a man was surprised to find her left hand, the one which sat horrifyingly through Alexander's stomach, was suddenly pricked by a deep coldness. Her cold eyes darted downwards and dilated at the sight of a thick layer of ice was beginning to from the point of contact of herself and Alexander and was expanding across her arm at a terrifying pace.
'Heheh, what a quick reaction!' The woman praised internally as a dark smirk curled her lips into a cruel and malicious look. The woman looked on with a stern gaze as she noticed that not only was her hand being encased in this thick ice, but her arm was being frozen in place, making it difficult for her to pull her arm out, lest she didn't want to pull her own arm off completely. This ice was that powerful, and she instinctively knew that her fire element would be too weak to effect the ice enshrouding her. She could only praise the man that he lived up to his moniker of the 'Frigid Wolf'.
Behind Alexander, the ice had fully enraptured her hand and was quickly crawling up the rest of her hand as the seconds passed at this silent and tense moment. Finally, the elderly woman's mouth opens as she begins to sing out in a melodious chant as she preps a spell. Upon completion of the chant however, nothing happened.
'Oh...' She blurted in realisation as her smirk turns darker. "This rune formation you've planted doesn't only prevent the formation of Void Portals, but Space magic as well. You must have really payed a good price for that Magical Item, huh?"
Alexander was about to respond when he suddenly found the voice speaking to him familiar, preventing him from speaking back with any snarky comments. The reason for this familiarity alludes him however and he dares not get to lost in thought at this moment, eyes peeled for the woman's next actions.
"Oh well." Despite finding herself unable to escape from the incoming ice shrouding her body, the disguised woman spoke in almost a casual manner in her conclusion to this complex conundrum.
Slice!
Alexander's eyes opened wide in shock at the sight before him as a splatter of crimson splashed his cheek and stained a portion of his scholarly glasses. His eyes looked in disbelief as the woman's hand that was previously holding his spear at bay had suddenly rose and chopped downwards, her fingers straightened out like the edge of a knife as she shockingly and determinedly cut off her own hand, cutting off the enrapturing ice at the source!
'How rash and decisive.' For a powerful Magician, gathering the means to recover one's limbs was actually possible. But their would definitely be a huge price, one that was even frightening for a Sky Magician. It would also require the attention of a highly skilled doctor at the Sky Magician Realm. To so decisively cut off one's hand, this person was either rash in her thinking or confident in a quick recovery.
Alexander knew he could not falter against such a foe for even a second, one who could so easily trade their own limb at a moment's notice was definitely a frightening opponent. It was a good thing Alexander usually faced people with such a mentality, or he may have slipped up when the woman suddenly attacked with her remaining hand, its pointed end stabbing at his face like a sharpened dagger!
'...From my previous experience, I cannot underestimate the piercing power of this attack, having suffered greatly from it before... Only, no barrier I know could be erected in time to stop this attack.' Then the only option was avoidance!
Inhaling a deep breath, Alexander's aura began to burst out of his Inner Haven at an incredible rate, spreading throughout his body and enhancing his various muscles and tendons, powering his body into its normal state as if his aura were wires controlling his body like a puppet.
While primitive, this fast-acting action worked in this moment as he swerved his head and leapt backwards with nimble movements that matched his opponent. Avoiding the brunt of the woman's blade like fingers, he couldn't avoid the sharp and piercing aftereffect of the strike that shot out like a bullet, nipping at his cheek before whistling into the distance.
With his enhanced senses, Alexander could see this small dagger of wind pierce and cut through and apart the thick bodies of the Rising Earth Thistle bodies for a whole mile before finally dissipating into nothingness. This attack of hers was truly a sharp and deadly Magical Art.
Having created some distance between himself and her, Alexander finally took a chance to take a good breather, only to be surprised to find that the anaesthetic in his body had already begun to effect once more. In several minutes, he predicted that he would return to that sluggish state of before...
'Wait... Adept in drugs and isn't afraid of chopping her limbs off at a moment's notice... Is she a Healer?!' Alexander pondered, his brow furrowing in his contemplation. Healer Magician's were people who dealt in the Magic of medicine and health, creator of potions and drugs, and Magician's of regeneration and rejuvenation magic. Any Magic dealing with the betterment of a person's physical health would be called under the generic term of a healer.
While usually Healer Magician's were inherently weaker than Magician's who trained in the art's of combat, Healer's couldn't be looked down upon either due to their insidious means and capabilities. Especially one who has reached the heights of a Sky Magician like the woman before him, if his hypothesis were to be proven true.
'The battle's not over yet though!' Alexander determined, gripping Crying Night in his hand and en-capturing its length under a sturdy hold under his armpit, its blade pointing valiantly at his foe.
A bright, light blue smoke began to flow steadily from his mouth as his veins popped and the temperature around him in a several dozen meter radius plummeted into a frigid coldness, shards of ice forming at his gallant feet.
Capítulo 84: The Mistress
Blue mist flowing out his mouth like cigarette smoke, his eyes glowed a dazzling azure colour as he made his first move.
Yet, instead of charging forward towards the woman masquerading as a nondescript man, his left hand swings his Crying Night spear in a wide berth behind himself, shockingly coming to clash with several vague shapes. These vague shapes came into clear view once Crying Night had made a full arc, piercing through each of every one of these shapes that were swiftly revealed to be three of the 'Hidden' Magician Silva Mona's clones.
Knowing from previous instances, Alexander chose to retreat with a single step, arriving several meters from his previous standing point just in time to avoid the explosion of the three clones.
"You think too lowly of me if you think you can creep up behind me, Hidden!" Alexander sneered in the general direction of the Silva Mona clones which have begun to move once more, all taking wide berth's at his general direction.
Suddenly, Alexander's eyes narrowed in deep concentration and his head shot downward's to face the leaf bellow him of which he is situated upon. A second later, he was leaping into the air, his aura encompassing him as he took flight. Just missing the sole's of his feet by a second were several Silva Mona clone's as they ripped apart the leaf beneath his feet. Luckily, his senses were on high alert and had long detected the shady tactics of this foe.
Brandishing his Crying Night, he sent a wave of frosty wind crashing into those clones with a simple swing of his spear. Those clones were immediately ripped apart and frozen to their core, unable to even explode their remains. Alexander took particular note of this as he continued his battle with 'Hidden'.
Clash!
Bang!
One clone after another brandished their lifeless yet powerful bodies to strike at him, yet Alexander knocked one down after another in return. The constant sound of crying rang out in the night air with every swing of his spear, giving one the impression of a phantom, its cry horrifying and heart wrenching.
Suddenly, Alexander detected a terrifying danger behind him and didn't hesitate to dash several meters and swiftly manoeuvred to face whatever had threatened him so. Surprisingly, this massive threat was only one singular needle. But with Alexander's keen sight, he noticed that a potent liquid substance at the tip of those needles that sent a shiver down his spine. He didn't know what exactly what type of poison it was, but he felt it wouldn't have been pretty if he were struck by it. That's for sure.
His eyes then narrow on the perpetrator of this sneak attack, which happened to by the disguised woman who held one of her hands out in the aftermath of her throw, hanging lazily in the air, matching the lazy smirk on her lips.
It was then that Alexander suddenly felt his heart beat loudly in his ears and his vision shake, as if he were deeply intoxicated for that small moment of a second before things returned to normal. This shaky vision happened with every ear shattering heartbeat, sending him into disarray.
Alexander clenched his teeth and shakily peaked over his shoulder to face the eyes of the disguised woman once more. Looking back to the spot where she was earlier, he also saw the disguised woman there also. Everything clicked in his mind instantly.
"Did you think that Silva Mona can only clone himself. Foolish thinking." The disguised woman's husky voice sounded in his ears, sending a shiver down his spine as another spasm of pain hit him. "Goodnight, sunshine."
"Suns-?" Alexander's eyes opened wide at that curious phrase but turned dull and lifeless the next second when a quick and smooth strike to the back of his neck sent him unconscious instantly mid-sentence. Before he fell from the sky, the disguised woman caught him be the collar of his shirt and held him up like a puppet with no strings.
"He doesn't make my job easy does he. These Wilderwolf boys, so tenacious." The disguised woman sighed and huffed. "Then again, they always did have one-tracked mind. Easily tricked. Only... Give them any chance and given enough time, they'll always find ways to surprise you..."
"Mistress..." A Silva Mona clone swept close to the two in the air, his voice speaking hesitantly as his eyes move from his mistress to the unconscious form of Alexander.
"Speak your mind, boy." The woman entitled Mistress's eyes bore down on Silva Mona, shaking his usually confident demeanour. "No need to hold back your words."
"Then, I won't hold any pretences. Why don't we just kill him. In fact, why don't we just kill every single one of them here right now." Silva Mona spoke, a bite to his tone.
"Idiot!" His Mistress scolded him harshly. "So we can kill every single one of them in this Thistle Forest. But what after. Right now, we are already highly pressured with the Wilderwolf families investigation into our matters. How do you think they'll act upon the death of a member of their family, especially the head of their family. They would most definitely pull all their resources into hunting us down. We are nowhere near ready to challenge the might of such a big clan. For now, my much waited revenge will have to wait, silly boy."
Upon those final words, her tone changed from a chilly coldness to a strange warmth that contrasted greatly with her previous character as she looked warmly into Silva Mona's eyes.
"En, this son understands." Silva Mona bowed, though he still seemed reluctant.
"Don't worry, your mother will pay them all back for their wrongs against us..." Once again, the Mistress' eyes turned frighteningly cold at her next words. "...Especially him!..."
"Mistress, I feel that we should head off, my clones are running out of power and need to be recharged." The Silva Mona clone informed.
"Already?" The Mistress huffed. "Its only been half a day."
"..." Silva Mona felt speechless. His clones were a breakthrough in Rune construction. Before, his peers in Heavenly Claw World hat struggled to create one Rune Clone and maintain it for an hour, let alone himself who has created hundreds who can maintain themselves for several hours. But, being a filial son, he shook off this dagger to his heart and merely sighed internally at his mother. Old people were so out of touch!
"Alright then son, let head off." The mistress agreed to leave.
Placing Alexander down on the leaf of a Rising Earth Thistle, the now only a few dozen Silva Mona clones and the mysterious Mistress flew off into the distance, escaping the range of the Rune preventing them from using Space and Void teleportation and finally used a Void Teleportation scroll to leave Thistle Forest.
Just before following Silva Mona into the confines of the darkness of the Void Portal, the woman called Mistress dug her sleek fingers into her forehead and peeled back a layer of fake skin, revealing a small portion of her wrinkly aged skin and her previously dull brown eyes lit into a bright, luminous green as her sight reached into the far distance. Her eyes studied the unconscious features of Alexander as a surprisingly sullen emotion flashed in her eyes for the briefest of emotions, only for her to close them instantly and let out a deep breath. When they opened again, her eyes eyes turned steely as a feeling of wrath and anger overtook them. With a final "humph!", she entered the Void Portal which dissipated out of existence a second after.
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