11 Chapter 10
Vigor Kinsteel's POV:
In order for my plan's first phase to succeed, a requirement for slave traders' intel was crucial. At first, I thought that it would take several days if not weeks to gather their base's location. Fortunately, newspapers showed that there were recent cases of travelers, wagons and carriages going missing on the trail connected Ashber with Marlow, so I took a leap of faith to try this step.
Why did I believe this particular trail would help me gain slave trader's intel? Because coincidentally, it was the same place where the event of slave traders attacking Leywin family and Twin Horns happened.
"Arghhhhh!" A bandit screamed in agony as my poisoned arrow stuck on his shoulder. Then he tried to unplug the arrow from his wound, only to lose consciousness and fall to the ground.
*Flashback~*
" Drowsy Sorrow, one small portion of this baby is strong enough to put a low ranked mana beast to temporary coma, from B ranked above would only cause them brief struggles but still be effective in slowing them down."
Uncle was holding the anesthetic liquid bottle in his hand as he delivered his lesson to my brain.
"Remember the gas I used on those two mana beasts in the cage?" He asked me with a grin.
"I do. So it is the same type as this one right?"
"Precisely, here's one more not so mind blowing fact. Drowsy Sorrow can be versatile as it is one of the few poisons capable of being used as more than one type. It can be used as ingested, inhaled and injury poison simultaneously. But only and only if it's brewed perfectly, are you clear ,brat?"
I nodded back in affirmative.
"Good, 'cause today you're going to learn how to brew it. Ready or not , grab your stuff and put on your lab gears, practical shit comes to play now. Yes, question?" uncle noticed me raising my arm to ask him.
"Does Drowsy Sorrow apply to humans and mages as well?"
"Obviously yes. Though victims tend to suffer side effects due to their lower graded natural physique compared to mana beasts', while mages can utilize their core to fight back these effects. It can be sickness, dizziness faint, shivering cold with headaches and in some odd occasions, excretion disorder–
And hold on a freaking second, why in the bloody hell would you want to know if it works on humans and mages?!" Uncle narrowed his eyes and interrogated my purpose.
"Umm, out of curiosity I guess." I replied nonchalantly and put on the lab coat along with the poison resistance mask.
"Pffft, stop hiding your schemes from me little brat, clearly there's something you're up to. Come on, spit it out, I promise I won't tell your grumbling father."
"Nope, it's a secret. All you need to know is that I will use it for the right purposes and of course, to the right people if necessary."
*End of flashback~*
A bandit jumped on my rock dome , swinging his machete madly-
"You fucking bastard!"
-and did not forget to shout at me angrily.
I caught the incoming machete with my augmented free hand effortlessly. I stepped my left foot forward and rotated my hip as well as my right leg to deliver a roundhouse kick to the slave trader's left knee cap, breaking it in the process as my shin armor plate made contact with it.
"Aaaaaaaahhhh! Ahh haaargh hharghh! The slave trader cried out loud and stumbled. His weapon fell from his hand, his leg was bent inward as the bone connecting to the knee cap got broken and stuck out of his skin with red blood leaking from it. I quickly shoot an arrow at him, stopped his wailing.
*Whoosh*
I deflicted a flying arrow mid air which came from an archer of his team with my gauntlet.
I knocked another poisoned arrow and shot toward the archer who tried to kill me. The arrow landed on his thigh, it was not lethal as I needed to capture them alive. My target fell into anesthesia only seconds later, just like others.
More enemies were coming, I push kicked a bandit who was trying to climb the dome to his face, breaking the facial bones and nostril, making it disgustingly deformed. The stunned bandit fell to the soil ground as I followed suit but landed my foot on his crotch.
He squealed in a high pitched voice, feeling his groin suffer a terrible pain. I pulled out two arrows, stabbed one on his arm and sniped one at a sword wielder's leg.
"A bunch of useless! Looks like I have to do everything myself heh?" A bulky built bandit , who seemed to be the leader of this group, stopped observing the battle from afar and launched himself with his spiked mace.
I shot several arrows at him, but he quickly grabbed one of his minions and hid behind him.
"Wait– Argh!" The "meat shield" yelled painfully as all my arrows embedded on his body. Then the brute man kicked his unconscious figure aside and continued to close the gap between me and him.
I tilted my head to dodge the iron mace swinging at me horizontally and jumped back to regain my distance. The bandit aimed for my head as his weapon was still going at full speed, not letting me have time to shoot my arrow. Realizing that he couldn't touch a hair of mine after numerous attempts due to my speed (and because I was literally wearing armor) , my enemy stopped his striking and decided to use every single one of his brain cells to attack me with an obvious taunt:
"What's the matter, coward?! All you can do is dodging?! Stop dancing around and fight me like a man!"
With a swift motion, I stomped the ground to raise up a stone pillar strike at the brute's groin. This time, unlike the previous guy got landed by my foot, his one's "little buddy" was whacked too hard by my spell. And for the fact that he forgot to reinforce his groin with mana. As a result , a blood red color drenched his pants' crotch.
"AAAAAAAAAHH!", the large muscular guy holding what's left of his testicles with both hands. His shriek soon turned into a cry, tears dropping from his eyes as the trauma I caused him was unimaginable.
"WHY ARE YOU STILL STANDING THERE? SAVE MEEEE!", he shouted out loud desperately at his minions.
Against his expectation , what's left of the crowd once had 15 attackers in total were only 4 non-mages left, turning their heels and sprinting for their lives after witnessing my brutal course of action. All of his hopes were lost, he tried to stand up but as soon as he moved, more blood was dripping from his groin section, meaning that any further movement of his legs would cause the wound's pain to be more vicious than it already was.
He panted heavily as he crawled his way to his mace. I casually stomped on his hand and lowered my body to talk to him:
"Are you the boss of this slave trader organization? Be honest or I will feed whatever left of your manhood to the dire wolves."
"N-- no! I-I-I'm just this squad's captain! I'm begging you, don't do it!!" He panicked.
"What will I benefit from listening to you?", I said whilst plugging an arrow on the castrated bandit's back, putting him out of his misery temporarily.
I pulled my reliable spear, named Tormentor, from the dimensional ring. Channeling mana to my right arm and a small amount of lightning in Tormentor. Only 4 guys left, and they weren't mages, not worth wasting my poison.
I threw Tormentor towards the fleeing targets with an incredible speed. My spear punctured the first one in its flight route as if he was made out of paper, blood splattering from his abdominal section. Not stopping there, I manipulated the lightning mana on the spear to make it become magnetized based on the rule of electromagnetism and propelled it to continuously burst through the other three.
As the last one's corpse fell lifelessly, I manipulated the lightning mana around my fingers to create an electric field. As I snapped my fingers, electromagnetism changed and made Tormentor fly back to my hand. With the use of lightning/electricity mana, I could bend the movement of any conductive materials.
I dissipated the protection rock dome, making the bandit I pinned on it earlier fell to the ground, whilst my customer was safe and sound.
The old merchant flinched at the sight of the fight's aftermath.
"It's safe now."
"My goodness…thank you." He looked at me bewildered.
"Mr Marcus, I want to change our contract.", I stated.
"Wait, what do you mean?"
"I won't claim the prize money of the mission but I need something else in exchange. I need your help."
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*One day later*
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Cassandra Renae's POV:
'Home.....
Our home.....
I miss it…...'
I rested inside my mother's weak arms. It's been a month since we got stashed inside this nightmare. Our village was attacked by a large group of humans, they imprisoned all of the survivors and killed the ones who fought back.
Father fought back....
The disgusting ambient stench struck my nostrils, urging me to vomit the little amount of food I got to eat from those bastards. I never can get use to it despite being here for a long time.
"Blurghh!"
"Blargh!"
I covered my mouth and held back my nausea. If I vomited, I would be hungry for the entire night.
"Cass....." Mom called me sparsely with her weak voice. She wiped out my tears and placed her hand on my cheek.
"I-I'm fine mom." I replied.
Her shape was far worse than mine. She always let me eat her ration so she wouldn't see me being hungry. Hence, she became emaciated as her body turned skinny and her cheeks sunken.
Day by day, she was dragged away from me by those savage humans. Everytime they brought her back to our cell, she was covered with terrible red bruises which now imprinted all over her once fair skin and beautiful figure . Her hard breathing showed that she was exhausted by their non-stop inhumane acts. And.... she was always holding tight her...private parts in agonizing pain. And when I asked her, she hid it from me by reassuring me with her soft tone:
"The bad guys.... they've done .....bad things to me. But ... as long as you're safe,I can endure this pain. So don't worry my sweet angel, because.... I'll always be there for you."
Crying in desperation. That's what I could do.
Over and over until I fell asleep.
I felt hopeless at my reality, as each time they took my mom away, I prayed to the Deity, begging him for his righteous justice and mercy. Anything, anyone, as long as we can be saved from this living hell.
What have we done to deserve this?
"*Cough* *Cough* *Cough*!", mom coughed tiredly, cutting me from my thoughts.
I hurriedly picked up the water cup they left us in our cell and helped her drink till the last drop of it.
"Thank you, I feel .....more fresh now." She smiled and gently patted my head.
*Creakkk*
The light dimmed from the opened door, I saw "them". We quivered in fear as we acknowledged their presents, the other skinny prisoners showed the same reaction as us.
Two adult men wearing leather brown and grey clothes , being contrast to the tattered pieces of fabric that we were wearing. A strong smell oozing from them. They were drunk.
Slowly, they reached our cell, one of them grabbed the iron bar and brought himself closer to us, revealing his disgusting scarred face and his chipped teeth.
He darted his eyes to mom lustfully whilst licking his lips in a hideous way. Fear engulfed me, the fear of losing mom forever. My entire figure shook uncontrollably as I hugged mom even tighter. The slave trader opened the cell's door and entered.
I took all of the courage I had left and stood up in front of him.
"N-no! You're not taking my mom today!" , I shouted weakly.
The scarred man slapped me on the face, making me fall to the floor.
"You little shit dare to order me?! Who do you think you are?!!" He took a step closer and raised his hand high for the next slap.
"No, please! I'm sorry for my daughter's action!" Mother urgently covered me.
"Out of the way! She also….must be "trained". *Burpp!*" He spoke whilst releasing disturbing belching sounds and the smell of alcohol from his mouth.
"Oi!" The other man with a fat body and a dirty beard yelled.
"What?!"
"The child is mine. You have the woman for yourself." He walked in the cell as well.
His words sent a shiver to my spine. Both me and mom trembled in terror.
"Change in the taste huh?", the scarred man asked as he grabbed mom's arm.
"NO! I'M BEGGING YOU, JUST USE ME ONLY! PLEASE, LEAVE HER ALONE!!" , mom struggling to get out of the scarred man's grip in despair.
She cried as she watched the fat man coming closer to take me away.
I cried as well whilst looking at her sorrowful expression.
"MOMMMM!" I shouted with my aching throat.
"CASSANDRAAAAAA!", she shouted back as we were forcefully departed to different rooms.
Being carried on his back for a while, he stopped at a spruce door and opened it. Then he threw me on the bed and started to drop his pants....
No...
No....
NO..
I closed my eyes, waiting to accept my fate.
"Uhh ohhh!" He groaned.
I opened my eyes back to see the situation. All of sudden, his steps began to become tottering, which seemed to be the result of his crazy alcohol consumption.
He placed his right hand on his knee to balance himself as he crouched down with his left hand holding his belly. The obese human then rushed to the bathroom.
I noticed that there was a fruit knife on the table at the corner of the room.
I jumped down from the bed and struggled my way to the dagger. My hands and my legs were tied with ropes so it was really hard to move around.
Something inside provoked me to do so. Was it fear? Yes. But it was so much more. It was my survival instinct kicking in, urging me to go take that knife and cut the annoying ropes. Let it be a slim chance, but I'll take it no matter what.
*RUMBLE*
All of sudden, a strange loud noise outside got caught by my ears which made me startled. It didn't belong to slave traders, nor animals. It was akin to a thunder roar which I only heard when it was raining. It seemed that whatever the source of the noise was, it happened on the surface above us.
Ignoring it, I spun around to take the knife since my hands were tied behind my back. Gripping it tight, I brought the knife up and down on the ropes.
'Come on, come on!' I screamed internally.
Several minutes passed and I felt that one of the ropes loosened a little.
I felt hope.
The very first hope for after such a long time.
"Oi!"
'!!!!!!'
"I see what you are trying to do. Hehehe, what a naughty girl." , he just got out of the bathroom and closed his distance with me.
"St--Stay away from me!" I screamed in terror.
His big hands pulled my hair roughly and brought me back to the bed, making the knife fall out of my hands during the process.
And then, he began to take off his underwear.....
"No....NOOO..NOOOO!" I shut my eyes instantly and cried out loud.
"All naughty girls need to be punished, hehehehe." He laughed maniacally as he sat on top of me and ripped off my clothes.
"Don't worry cutie, I will raise you while your mother is not around. And then soon enough, you will bear my childre—-
*PHHFFFTTT!*
'What happened?', I felt strange as something interrupted him talking. And it seemed that.... he was no longer mounting me anymore.
I opened my eyes again. It was a regrettable choice because I wasn't ready at all to witness the gruesome sight.
A black spear impaled the bastard's head on the left wall of the room. His skull was pierced as the blade went through his head, making blood dripping from it. His pair of eyes turned soulless, signifying no signal of life to be found.
The spear suddenly got lifted off from the body by an invisible force, flying to the right side of the room, which was where the door would be. I looked at the naked corpse dropping to the floor without anything to pin it on the wall. Inside the skull's gaping hole was a pink slime thing leaking from it. I think it was the brain.....
"Blaaaargh!"
This time, I failed to refrain from vomiting on the bed.
Recomposuring myself back, I peeled my head to the right and saw the wielder of the black spear. I couldn't tell his race due to his full body armor and he was heading toward me.
"Did he put "it" inside you?"., he asked me with a stern and husky voice.
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Third person's POV:
A few minutes earlier, somewhere in the middle of a vast meadow that starts at Marlow and ends at the high ground of Ashbern, lies a large barracks of slave traders surrounded by walls built from layers of woods and stones. In the middle front of the wall was a tall gate guarded by two armed men in leather clothes, accompanied by a group of archers on the wall and small watch towers.
"We have guests!", an archer on the watchtower informed the entire formation.
They all directed their eyes toward the incoming carriage, the archers began to knock their arrows and aimed at their visitor. As the vehicle approached the gate closer, the guards now noticed a person sitting on it, pulled by four horses. The slave traders soon confirmed the identity of the wagon based on its familiar features and designs.
"It's the wagon of Xavier's team!" , the exact earlier archer informed them once again, loudly.
"Weird, what took them a whole freakin' day to return?", one of the gate guards questioned.
"No idea, probably unlucky enough to meet mana beasts on their way. Open the gate!", the other guard gave his order.
But the moment the carriage closed its distance with the gate by just a few meters, the whole group was in shock. The rider's mouth was gagged with a rope, his body was shackled with metal chains, save his hands which were brutally nailed to the lead of the horses as whoever did this forced him to ride the carriage back to the base.
" Walder is tied up and has a broken leg!!"
"We know it Bob , shut your hole!", one of the gate guards yelled back and checked on his crippled friend now identified as Walder, whose face smeared a visible bruise fist's mark and made painful groans due to the metal nails piercing through his palms, causing non stop bleeding.
The guard cut off the rope on his mouth so he could speak.
"Bwahh! Bloody fucking hell!", Walder cried in distress.
"Walder, what in the actual fuck happened? Where are the others?", The guard asked confusingly.
"They're inside. We encountered a small merchant's wagon. We thought it was a good grief but no, that fucking maniac could've slaughtered us all!!!", Walder quivered in terror as he was haunted by how Vigor kidnapped the entire team and tortured every single one of them in the most sadistic way possible to force him spill information about their base.
The guard gestured his head to the wagon's inside, which was covered by a large piece of fabric, for his partner to check it.
"Get a medic over here! Alright calm down Walder, who is "the maniac" you talking about?"
"I d-don't know his name....nor his face. He...is a d-duel elemental mage..very dangerous... Wear black armor from head to legs. Below average height. That's all I coul—
Walder's body suddenly started to bloat up like a balloon with dim fiery light glowing under his skin, signifying that something inside him was about to burst out in no time.
At the very same moment, the guard who checked the wagon's inside found the rest of Xavier's team, which included the captain himself. They were tied up and gagged as well in the exact way as Walder's. Instantaneously , all of them bloated up and radiated a fiery orange color exactly like Walder.
The muscular brute Xavier( whose manhood was deleted by Vigor) was sitting in the middle of the wagon whilst muffled crying in agony as his entire frame, especially his belly, just got bigger and the inner light glowed brighter. Sticking on his head was a note which caught the guard's attention, there were letters written on it: "Ka Boom!!!!"
The guard narrowed his eyes in confusion:
"What the—
*BOOOOOM!*
The whole wagon, or the entire Xavier's team to be more specific, immediately exploded, causing extreme fire waves to surge out from it ,destroying the entire gate as well as reducing anyone on or close to the wagon into ashes and killing most of the archer squad in the process. The debris of the gate splashed all over the area while the scorched corpses got knocked over the burning wall. The survivors, whose fates were sealed, screamed and ran in chaos like mad animals, yelling for help to put the torturing flame out of their body.
The ear splitting explosion alerted everyone in the camp, slave traders both mages and non mages in great numbers rushed out of their accommodations like ants breaking out from their nest with all kinds of weapons, ready to annihilate the threat.
On the other hand, Vigor , who was observing the whole time and ignited his explosion spell inside the slave traders' bodies, began to sprint toward the wall full speed since all troops on the wall were also gathering at the destroyed gate section . His plan was to lure out most of the enemy's force to the gate so he could secure his initial and sole target of this mission: the slave prison.
Vigor Kinsteel's POV:
I willed mana to my feet and leapt past the wall with fruitless effort. My eyes were fixated on the small, poorly built wooden fort which was separated far away from the main hall of the base. That must be it.
Sense of mana movements kicked in, I hid behind a watch tower as even more cunt faces were pouring from the slave prison having heard my corpse detonation spell. After seeing all of them had left, I resumed my sprinting to the entrance and once having got inside, I blocked the door by creating a large metal barrier on it.
The interior was empty, except for a staircase led straight to the underground. If I had to take a guess, I'd say this place's construction was done mainly by an earth mage. I thought to myself while running around the giant tunnel system which consisted of many rooms. I bashed each of the doors, only to realize they were personal rooms of slave traders.
Immediately, my sensation was greeted by an unusual mana's activity.
Out of nowhere, a large quantity of ambient mana was all gathering at one location, which only meant one thing.
A mage.
I pulled out Tormentor from my ring and
followed the mana's path. The amount of gathering mana was absurd! I thought to myself as seconds passed, the mana in the direction which I was heading just kept increasing to raise its scale to be even more massive. This caliber was on par with yellow core, or maybe higher.
It was totally unexpected to meet a slave trader mage who reached to this level, without a doubt, this one was definitely the biggest threat to be eliminated in this place.
Finally, I reached a room, behind it was the enormous concentrated mana.
"No....NOOO..NOOOO!", I heard a young female's scream in terror behind the wooden door.
Without hesitation, I thrusted my spear, penetrated the iron lock and kicked off the door , only to meet a not so pleasant scene. A disgusting stinky pile of fat and shit took the shape of a human was mounting on the half naked young female elf whose scream I heard. He was laughing in the most sickening way just like what he was going to do with her.
*PHHFFFTTT!*
I threw Tormentor at him, a head shot, which resulted in pining his skull on the wall. I summoned Tormentor back at my hand and approached the bewildered elf.
First time I've seen an elf in this life, they really do have long and pointy ears as their noticeable feature to distinguish them from humans.
On her fair skinned elegant face was a pair of striking amethyst eyes. Her prominent high cheeks embellished a strangely attractive beauty though they got sunken as a result of the quandary that she had to endure for who knows how long. The mysterious slightly dark violet hair she had, it evoked a sense of wisdom… and in quite a bad, messy shape because of the circumstances obviously. The size and proportion of her torso told me that she was around my age.
She directed her sight to the dead rapist.
"Blaaaargh!"
The elf couldn't hold her obscenity for the sight of a murdered person and puked everything in her belly on the bed. It must be the first time for her to see this.
'Wait….'
I stopped my thoughts about her in realization. The ambient mana in this room depleted significantly right away. Whatever was controlling them had stopped, hence, they lost their initial purpose and scattered back to their old environment.
Was that fat ass slave trader the one who manifested all these mana?
I diverted my glance to the corpse lying at the wall.
No, the overweight pig was coreless.
Peeling my eyes from the dead slave trader back to the elf girl. And apparently she was…. the same.
'....That was fucking weird..'
She stared at me in horror as I lowered my eyes, not wanting to observe her naked body. She almost….got sexual assaulted by the slave trader…or did she???…..…this is going to be awkward.
"Did he put "it" inside you?", I tried to ask in the most polite way possible.
""W-Wha-What?!", She stuttered and gave me a look of both confusion and irritation.
"Did he….. insert his "meat staff" in you yet?", I switch to a different …"term".
"NO!", She shouted at me, now in frustration and covered her body with the blanket.
Welp, I deserved it I guess.
But behind that brief rage, I felt a piece of fear and depression in her soul. As at such small age, she had to experience such a terrible nightmare.
"My bad , just want to nake sure.Good for you though. Take this." I took a set of clothes, a simple shirt and pants from my second dimensional ring and gave them to her whilst peeling my head away from her half naked torso simultaneously.
Noticing her hesitation, I added:
"They're just clothes if you are suspecting…"
"W-Wh-Who are you? Why did you save me? And-and…how c-can I trust you?", she stared at me in distrust and caution as she didn't want to accept my gift yet.
I dropped the clothes on the bed, turned my body around so I wouldn't be seeing her clothesless again and stepped close to the room's door.
"I'm an adventurer, I have a mission to clear out this slave trader barracks. Trust me or not, that dead b*tch I just killed for you is the answer. Cooperate with me and the rest of your people will be freed today, or you can just accept your fate being imprisoned in this living hell until they sell you to the worse people."
"W-Wait!! My mom!! We have to save her!!!", her voice returned to utter panic as she remembered something else really horrendous.
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"Mom!", the elf girl shouted out loud at the empty room which I just bashed open.
I followed the elf girl to the direction which she believed where her mother was being held. On our way, I finally met the room where the slaves were held and memorized it. We passed across several rooms with zero traits, until the very last one at the end of this tunnel.
It wasn't locked, the elf turned the door's knob and pushed it with visible urge.
And then, we saw....her mother.
I was only able to tell the elf woman was the girl's mother based on the ruffled violet hair and the elves' signature pointy ears.
Lying quietly on the floor with nothing to cover her thin body. All the bruises, wounds ranged from the bluish-purple old ones to the reddish newly-formed ones and even nasty scars engraved her white skin. Either they were from slaps, hits or from being brutally tortured by a whip over and over in many days. A whitish-gray in color with a jelly-like texture liquid overflowed from her private parts which emitted a disgusting ammonia smell, a result of brutal sexual assault.
Whoever were the slave traders had done all of this inhumane madness to her had run back to the surface after hearing the explosion.
The extent of ferocity and violence like this existed in a fantasy fiction world, yet not an unexpected thing compared to what I had witnessed of war crimes back on Earth.
"Nononononono...."
The elf girl fell down to the knees next to her mother as she gently lifted up her lifeless body. Her face turned pale in agony and her figure was trembling the moment she held her mother.
A red line of blood ran down from her mother's lips to her cheek.
The mother bit her own tongue. Her wish and will to continue living were long gone.
If it was not because of being savagely mauled day by day by slave traders then it would have been the fact that she couldn't bear having her daughter undergo the same situation as hers. Hence, her spirit was broken entirely.
"Mm-mom, please...wake up...Wake up..." The elf girl muttered heavily in watery eyes.
"Please....*hic*, don't .....leave me, *hic*, .....please.....", Her voice cracked as she was still shaking her mother's corpse in helplessness and desperation.
I remained silent for her grief and turned my heels, ready to prepare for my encounter with all the slave traders in this barrack.
As I started to head back to the tunnel's entrance, it returned...
The earlier sense of abnormal mana fluctuation made me immediately turn my gaze back to the elf girl.
'It was her.....'
I dashed toward her while the amount of mana being sucked to her body rose rapidly.
"No....no.." She struggled madly in my grip but no use. I dragged her as far away from her mother as possible with the fear of what's about to happen.
I quickly flicked my hand toward the poor elf mother's carcass.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
*BOOOOM!*
She let out a deafening shriek which caught me off guard. And before I could even realize, I was sent flying and got slammed at the wall by the tremendous force of the explosion.
"Uuuuuurgh", I grunted. If not for the armor, I would be having a crippling experience by now.
My ears were buzzing from the sound's impact as my mind was also temporarily stunned.
Hugging an awakening person and taking a fucking explosion in the face. So, this also somewhat feels like being hit by a rocket launcher or a grenade– Wait a minute…
I cut off my thoughts about reminiscing about my own death in the previous life whilst slowly propelling myself back on my feet to meet the elf girl in her fully awakened stage.
I was wondering if I had been struck by an illusion spell, or my eyes were somehow betraying me while I tried to believe in the phenomenon in front of me.
According to mana and magic theory of Dicathen, when Augmenters awaken, they form a pushing force around the barrier, signifying that they have dominant mana channels in their body. In contrast, Conjurers form a vacuum sucking mana, signifying their dominance in their mana veins.
Around the elf girl was an aura of golden light engulfing her floating body. It wasn't neither pushing nor sucking mana based on the movements of the environment's mana. Even though I didn't possess Realm Heart to observe the phenomenon more accurately, my sense of mana that I honed for years informed me clearly that mana particles of all 4 elements were....dancing around her.
It was not like they were simply being gathered close to her. The mana particles were moving with the purpose of protecting their host!
From the debrises of rock caused by the explosion to the naturally formed sparks of fire, droplets of water and breeze of air, all flying together , not letting anything move an inch close to the elf girl.
"....Qué carajo está pasando??!!" I swore out of pure shock.
But then I locked my eyes on the room, there was a small steel dome inside it which blocked the explosion's impact as well as debrises splashing at it. Just seconds before I got blown away, I managed to set up the dome to shield the dead mother.
Such sheer power, such dominating manipulation over mana.
'Quadra elemental mage…' ,I said to myself.
BUT HOW?
For the second time, DID I MISS A FUCKING PAGE???!!
Still being dumbfounded and didn't know what to do next, the aura surrounding the elf suddenly dissipated into thin air along with all mana particles. She got out of her ascension state and fell on the ground, signifying the " bizarre awakening process" of her was over.
"Check the slaves!", A male voice caught my attention as I sensed movements of slave traders running towards the tunnel.
I pulled out Tormentor and two throwing knife leg sheaths filled with poisoned knives and wore them on my thighs. For the final touch, I pulled out three smoke bombs which were specially made by uncle Trevor.
