Revival

Along the halls of the castle centered in the middle of Randu Liona and the dark mage, Tyra Scotia along with several of her men walked towards the unconscious kings room.

Walking towards the room with Liona leading the charge, concern filled the knights standing directly in front of the door.

``My Queen what are you doing?``; One shouted his hand movements emphasizing his concern.

``Move``

A simply command she uttered that sent a shock into their hearts

but…

``We can't do that, not when you're with these… devil worshipers``

This turn of events was unforeseen to her. Her loyal knights biting the hand that fed them.

The Four knights stood separate, two on each side of the door with their blades overlapping each other. They were determined to stop her.

Did they rally against her on their own or was this some higher authority?

Either way it did not matter to Liona as she stepped forth, rage in her eyes.

Upon her closing in, the two knights in the front attacked with a slice, each blade slicing in a different direction.

As the blades came closer to her chest an unidentified pressure was released that clashed with the blades.

The power of the pressure catapulted the blades out their hands leaving them empty handed.

They did not stand down and charged at her with very clear mistakes in the positioning which she exploited to her gain.

Upon one of the knights arriving within her range she gripped the space in between their helmet and chestplate and completely flipped them.

Using the momentum from the flip she devastatingly slammed the knight into the ground, head first.

The blow left several cracks on the ground and sent the knight into an unconscious state.

Following up on the first attack, the second knight attempted to land a blow to her side but he too was put to rest.

With ease she avoided the attack before using her fingers like a spear while imbuing them with mana to pierce their chestplate.

She repeatedly jabbed at his armor creating holes that left his body vulnerable. Taking advantage of these newly formed holes she began striking the knight with more powerful and concentrated blows from her fist aimed directly where his joints resided. These attacks disabled the knight's body and like a tower they came toppling down, unable to move.

Her gaze turned to the group behind her.

``Let's keep moving``

Her display of power opted for a smirk from Tyra before the doors were opened with a simple push.

The group entered and walked towards the bed Arthur laid on, passing by confused healers and knights

The head healer stopped them as they advanced and concerningly asked what the queen was doing with these types of people.

Liona glared at him before speaking more sternly than she ever had.

``Im saving my husband, something you are unable to do``

He pleaded with her not to proceed while resting his hand upon her shoulder. Suddenly the temperature of Liona's body rose to intense levels, scorching the hand on her shoulder.

Instinctively he took it off, looking down at his now reddened skin. He looked up back at Liona, his eyes coming in contact with hers and saw the pure determination within them.

``Please…don't do this, my queen``; He uttered.

She turned her head from his direction before shouting out an order.

``I command you all to leave. If you defy me I will smite you with the flame of the gods``

Extending her index finger into the air an orb made out of her flames hovered in the air, directly in the center of the room. Hurriedly, everyone left the room, closing the door behind them leaving only Liona, the dark mage, and a group of her men with them.

Tyra walked towards Arthur who was completely covered by a white sheet and lifted it. She looked down upon his burnt body and placed her hand on his chest, slowly moving down.

``These burns really are severe. Definitely from a high tier mage.``

She then lifted her hand off his body and ordered her men to begin preparations. In each corner of the room a magic circle was placed and a crystal containing mana at its center.

<A Magic Circle>

<A circle of space used for special rituals that need a constant input mana to function.>

Another one of the men would hand her a peculiar glowing orb nestled on a cushion that emitted mass amounts of mana.

``A core?``; Liona said to herself.

Tyra lifted the hood off her head before placing one hand on Arthur and the other holding the core. Her head positioned upwards and she began to chant the same incantations over and over.

``Da-ek Anul Be'thod Abi'enven``

``Da-ek Anul Be'thod Abi'enven``

``Da-ek Anul Be'thod Abi'enven``

The orb began emitting brighter lights than before and all individual magic circles began to do the same. Each individual crystal ascended before pushing so much mana into the core that it was visible in the air.

From the core the mana was pushed into Tyra who used it to fuel her magic.

Her pupils began to dilate before her entire eye became void of color. The earth shivered the more she chanted and darkness seeped from its cracks. The air became thick and spiraled around the two, the ground tearing up more as the mana funneled from her into Arthur.

His eyes slowly became void of color as well and his body began to hover.

The burns on his body began to heal, steam releasing from them as a result. Astonishment filled the eyes of Liona as she saw the heat being drawn out from his body, something she herself could not do.

The constant drain of mana affected the core and it began to wither and break apart. The crystals one by one became dry and empty of mana till mana stopped being funneled into the core.

Using the last of the mana inside of the core along with some of her own she completed the healing leaving a residual abundance of steam around them.

Arthurs hovering body fell back down onto the bed gently and Tyra's body gave in. One of the many side effects of using such powerful dark magic along with newly formed gray streaks on her hair.

She fell down but was caught by two of her men and assisted back on her feet.

Not even a second after Liona rushed to his side and grasped his arm.

``Arthur?``

``Arthur please wake up``

Her grip on his arm tightened, her eyes shutting as she prayed to the gods for it to have worked.

The once heavy eyes of Arthur that were locked down began to open. With his deep voice he muttered;

``Liona?``

She opened her eyes and saw the face of the man she was willing to sacrifice her kingdom for. Tears flowed down her face and her lips trembled.

She tried so hard to find a way and was driven to the point of exhaustion, she had almost lost hope but the gods were merciful to her and brought him back.

Arthur placed his hand or her chin and rested his forehead on hers.

``Do not cry dear``; He said, a gentle smile resting on his face.

Momentarily, Liona let go of Arthur and turned to Tyra who was trying to stay conscious after such an intense spell.

``Thank you``

The normal smirk she always wore with her appeared on Tyra's face before reminding Liona of her pact that was replied with a simple nod.

<END OF CHAPTER>