chapter 31: defend

He gritted his teeth, levitate . He waved, this time part of the balcony shook and was detached from the building send flying in the void. thrown away in the sky. Cyrus switched to his mustang.

A dazzling blast traversed the void , a defining impact was heard when the figure smashed on the ground

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Cyrus continued observing the stars with five when footsteps approached.

"Your back; where is the queen? " Cyrus asked to the figure who had returned alone . He was approaching calmly.

Cyrus fell something was off pulling Five behind him, he retreated to the edge of the balcony.

"The queen is on a very long trip "He said while carefully approaching. in his arms, A golden light coalesced into a lance. He roared his canine portrayed menacingly. He was a bite too.

"What do you want "Cyrus waved his thin blue sword coalesced. It flickered like a flame being blown by the winds. He frowned what is happening with my magic.

"You haven't understood yet? the moment you entered this place your fate was sealed. Trash like you who obey that evil must die "he waved his lance, it spined in the void creating violent winds that assaulted him.

Cyrus dogged his feet down as the winds slashed through his body. He couldn't move away with Five behind him. The winds were sharp as blades. blood rapidly tainted his cloths. He stumbled back but five frightened cries forced him to keep standing.

He dashed out. Cyrus heart skipped a bit. he waved his sord and the energies clashed drawing sparkles in the void. The duo entered a heated battle. Sword and against lance. Cyrus fended his opponent attacks, performing a perfect parry but the lance broke through his sword preying him through the arm. Cyrus retreated in a flash blood spilling on the ground. Five screamed in fear. Holding his mouth.

Cyrus held his arm , feeling the urge to scream , he waved his trembling hand once more , creating another sword , The dance resumed , the golden and blue energy clashed in an energizing display of sword mastery. Hacking and slashing he fought valiantly but his opponent was fast and swift not giving him the slightest second to think or cast any other spell . his sword moving and flowing like water he slashed. The man slided back slamming his lance on the ground .

A wave of energy washed out; Cyrus was send smashing into the balcony walls. Almost falling off. The figure pierced with his lance. Adrenaline pulsating in his body he waved. His opponent was levitated off the ground but was quickly freed his magic flickered like dying flames before disappearing. Cyrus spat a mouthful of blood feeling his lungs burning as if his interior organs had been set on fire. his forehead was hot sweat sliding down continuously.

The man resumed his assault, Cyrus heart was drumming in his chest, what could he do. Blood pumped in his vein as his chest rise and fell. The lance was close drawing closer after every second. His magic was too unstable to use a spell. He couldn't focus no matter how he tried to control his magic he couldn't. Control that was the only think Leora had thought him.

But he couldn't. "If you can't control it why force? let it be. what cannot be controlled is not meant to be controlled. " Cyrus acknowledged his instincts. The lance touched his chest. He could feel it slowly penetrating through his skin.

He gritted his teeth, levitate. He waved, this time part of the balcony shook and was detached from the building send flying in the void. thrown away in the sky. Cyrus switched to his mustang.

A dazzling blast traversed the void, a defining impact as the figure smashed on the ground. even if his magic was affected, with the mustang all he had to do was go wild.

He picked up five sprinting within the building. His mind was full of question but he didn't have time to think. The priority was protecting the kids.

Cyrus rushed through; black Smook screen poured out shielding his vision. Cyrus held his breath as he maneuvered through the corridors. Smashing the door open he fell on the ground coughing variously.

An old man blocked his path, his face full of wrinkles but his eye was determined and firm. Next to him all the other children stood with confused expressions.

Five escaped his arms rushing to the old man. Cyrus mind rattled as he forced his way up. The man pulled the door opened, wiping the blood off his face he approached menacingly with his lance.

"Enough Stan "the old man said his vigorous voice walked throughout the area. "But? "

"We might have committed a mistake. it's clear he doesn't have any ill intention against the kid. "The old man said coughing violently. He walked to the old wooden chair and sat down.

Cyrus observed the scene cautiously. What was the meaning of this? . who was this old man ? why were they here .

Stan glued his lance on Cyrus back signaling him to move. Cyrus walked to the old man. Who had finally calmed down.

"No matter what the queen did, this kid have nothing to do with it leave them alone "Cyrus said

" the queen ? no…no its not about the queen not the kids its . its' about me . attacking the kids was just a way to lure me out. you guys can show yourself. I am so old what can I even do " he coughed violently. Forcing his trembling body to stand.

Cyrus jolted in fright as a series of figure emerged from the corners of the room.

his body tensed, their canine portrayed menacingly, beautiful and sharp teeth portrayed like primal beast their faces superposed on that of fierce panthers. their canine was exactly like that of Prid. They were from the panther canine