Capítulo 28: Baron's Power
Mordecai and Deole Mitchell noticed the commotion from outside, but they were completely focused on their target, the Baron.
Mitchell moved first, his silent steps bringing him closer to the Baron like a ghost. His muscles coiled, ready to unleash their fury. The Baron smirked, raising his hand, and with a flick of his wrist, attempted to erase his adversaries from existence. But Mordecai's instincts had been sharpened by the battle's echoes, and she saw the invisible threads of fate weaving around them.
"Brace yourself!" she yelled, her voice cutting through the chamber.
Mitchell sprang into action, his movements a blur as he lunged at the Baron. The Baron's hand flicked, and a swath of emptiness grew in the space between them, threatening to swallow the world whole.
But Mordecai was ready. She reached out with her mind, her intuition guiding her hand to the invisible threads of fate. With a sharp tug, she altered the fabric of reality around Mitchell, allowing him to slip through the void unscathed.
The Baron's smirk faded as Mitchell's sword pierced his chest, the blade coated in a faint blue glow. The Baron staggered back, his hand reaching for the wound, his power momentarily compromised.
Mitchell stepped back, breathing heavily. He had felt the resistance, the flicker of the Baron's power trying to unmake him. But Mordecai's warning had been enough to keep him one step ahead. The Baron sneered, his hand clutching the wound that should have been fatal. "You think you can best me?" he spat, his voice echoing with an otherworldly chill.
Mitchell didn't bother to respond. He knew words were wasted on the Baron. Instead, he retreated into the shadows once more. The Baron's eyes searched the room, trying to pinpoint his opponent's location, but it was like looking for a needle in a haystack made of shadows.
Mordecai took a step forward, her eyes never leaving the Baron's. Her senses heightened, she could feel the threads of fate weaving around the room, vibrating with the tension of the impending battle. She could see the moments of their confrontation playing out like a dance of death, each move and countermove leading them closer to their ultimate fate.
The Baron lunged at her, his hand outstretched, and a wave of nothingness expanded before him. Mordecai reached out with her own power, her hand finding an invisible thread of fate. With a gentle pull, she guided Mitchell's blade into the Baron's path.
Mitchell emerged from the shadows, his sword slicing through the emptiness that the Baron had conjured. The blade met flesh with a wet, sickening sound, and the Baron stumbled back. The wound should have been fatal, but instead, it closed before their eyes, the crimson blood retreating back into his body.
Mordecai's eyes narrowed as she watched the Baron's regenerative power in action. "His existence is an aberration," she murmured to herself, her mind racing as she tried to understand the full extent of his abilities.
The Baron laughed loudly before replying, "The Hollow leaves nothing behind, neither evidence nor memories. Everything it touches is devoured by it and injuries are no exception."
He ripped the mask off his face and a cold and very gloomy aura spread through the chamber.
The baron's body changed to a dark grey color, his fingers trembled until they turned into claw-like fangs. The chamber was full of energy that sent a shiver down both of their spines. The baron's bright crimson eyes disappeared and turned as pitch black as the abyss.
Mitchell and Mordecai circled the room, each waiting for the other to make a move. They knew the stakes were high, and the room was filled with an eerie silence.
The Baron, his true form now revealed, gestured again, and the air around him grew thick with the promise of oblivion. This time, however, Mordecai's intuition was a step ahead. She whispered an incantation, her eyes flicking to an invisible thread that pulsed with energy. The thread grew taut, and the void dissipated before it could take form.
Mitchell took advantage of the brief respite, his blade flashing through the shadows. The Baron's claws swiped at the air where Mitchell had been a moment before, only to find nothing but the echo of the swords' passage. With every strike, the air grew colder, the very shadows seeming to freeze in place. Mordecai felt a thrum of power resonate through the threads.
The Baron's eyes narrowed, and he focused his power on Mordecai. The air around her grew heavy, and she stumbled, her vision swimming as the very fabric of reality tried to fold in on itself. But she clung to the threads, her mind clear and sharp as a diamond. She saw the pattern, the sequence of the Baron's movements, the rhythm of his attacks. And she knew what was coming next.
Mitchell took the opportunity, his sword a silver streak through the dark. The Baron's claws swept out, but this time, Mordecai was ready. She whispered another incantation, the thread she had been holding tightening around the Baron's wrist. The claws stopped in mid-air, the momentum halting as if he had struck an invisible wall.
The Baron roared in fury, his eyes burning black holes into Mordecai's soul. But she was unfazed, her grip on the threads unwavering. With a twist of her hand, she sent the Baron stumbling backward, his regenerative powers straining to keep up with the unyielding onslaught.
Mitchell struck again, his blade shimmering with a frosty light as it met the Baron's outstretched claw. The impact was like a collision of worlds, the cold steel slicing through the void and leaving a trail of frost in its wake. The Baron's regeneration faltered, a thin line of ice spreading along his arm.
Mordecai watched, her eyes darting from thread to thread. The Baron was stronger, yes, but he was not unstoppable. His power was vast, but it was also his weakness. Each time he tried to erase them, he gave her a clue, a thread of possibility to follow.
Mitchell struck again, his blade a whisper of cold steel in the stagnant air. The Baron's claw swiped out, but Mordecai saw it coming. She pulled at the threads, and the space around Mitchell warped, the Baron's attack passing through him harmlessly.
The Baron's eyes flicked to Mordecai, his black orbs burning with a fury that seemed to suck the light from the room. He lunged at her, his claws poised to erase her from existence. But she was ready. As he reached her, she yanked on the threads, and the floor beneath the Baron's feet vanished, sending him plummeting into a pit of shadow Mitchell had conjured.
Mitchell took the momentary advantage, his sword a silent specter in the darkness. He struck at the Baron, his blade moving with the precision of a master swordsman and the speed of a striking viper. The Baron roared as the steel found flesh, a crimson line appearing on his cheek, only to vanish as quickly as it had appeared. The power of the Hollow surging through him, the Baron's regenerative abilities were on full display, a terrifying reminder of his inhuman nature.
Mitchell struck again, his blade a silent whisper of death. The Baron's counter was swift, his claws slicing through the air. But Mordecai had anticipated his move, her intuition guiding her hand to pull at the threads once more. The space around Mitchell warped, the claws passing through him, leaving a trail of void in their wake.
And then it happened. Without warning, Mordecai's eyes rolled back, and she spat a crimson arc of blood. It hung in the air for a moment, a stark contrast to the cold light of her powers, before splattering on the stone floor. Her legs buckled, and she stumbled backward, gasping for breath.
The Baron's grin grew wider, his teeth sharp and predatory. "You've been peering too deeply into the abyss, my dear," he taunted. "And now, it peers back."
Mitchell's eyes widened in concern as he watched Mordecai fall. The Baron's power was unlike anything he had ever encountered. It was as if the very essence of the void had reached out and claimed a piece of her soul.
With a trembling hand, Mordecai reached into her pocket, her fingers wrapping around the cool, smooth surface of a crystal. It pulsed with a faint light, a beacon of hope in the shadowy chamber. The Baron's grin grew wider, his victory seemingly assured. But Mordecai had one more trick up her sleeve.
With a flick of her wrist, a burst of blinding light filled the room, the energy of the teleportation spell enveloping her.
Mitchell, his eyes still wide with shock and fear for Mordecai, watched as she vanished in a flash of light, the crystal in her hand leaving behind a fading glow. He knew she had seen something, something vital, something that had made her risk everything to escape. The Baron's laughter echoed in the chamber, mocking and triumphant.
"Clever girl," the Baron said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Mitchell's heart pounded in his chest as he stared into the abyss that was the Baron's eyes. He knew that without Mordecai's guidance, the fight was his alone. He took a deep breath, focusing his thoughts and channeling the anger that surged through him.
The Baron's claws extended, the room vibrating with the power of his next attack. Mitchell slammed his fist into the ground, and the earth trembled in response. A spike of ice shot from the floor, aiming for the Baron's chest. The Baron's eyes widened slightly in surprise, but his smile never faltered. With a wave of his hand, the spike shattered into a thousand glittering shards.
Mitchell's body moved like a blur, his muscles coiled and released in a dance of fury and precision. His blade sang through the air, leaving a trail of frost in its wake. The Baron's movements were a study in grace, his crimson cloak fluttering as he evaded the blows with ease.
As they battled, the ruins of the chamber became a stage for their dance of death. The Baron's claws left swathes of emptiness in their wake, while Mitchell's blade painted the air with frost. The walls cracked and crumbled around them, the stones echoing with the clang of their weapons. The Baron was fast, but Mitchell was swift, his healing abilities allowing him to ignore the pain of the Baron's fiery attacks.
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