《Zeroth Knight re: Dawn》24 - For Thee: Domnis Lux (1)
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For Thee: Domnis Lux (1)
A look over my shoulder tells me my Lord and the others have made it to the boat. Kyle was always a genius, second to only Ninavin.
It is time to really let loose for the first time in over a thousand years.
Twenty Beta surround me, just in time to be electrocuted. As their bodies turn to dust, I swing my staff around and around my body. The tornadoes I make lift hundreds of the vile creatures into the air. Their twisted complexions can’t comprehend what is happening to them. Using some of the energy stored within my arm, I set the tornado ablaze.
A group of the vermin try to run past me while I’m distracted. Before they even get to the gate, they’re frozen solid. I snap my fingers and they shatter. Wave after wave, monster after monster, my magiks ruin them all.
“Give me all you’ve got!”
My own voice sounds strange to my ears. I have not used this much power in millennia.
Gehenna, or should I say “Queen,” laughs at the whole ordeal. The wind carries her pretentious mockery and dozens more of the monsters approach me. I hop away and use a fire spell to incinerate everything below me.
Standing some few yards away, I shout curses at Queen. “You’ve broken every rule, Queen. I don’t believe my Lord will bring you back this time.”
Anger akin to a physical force bears its weight down on me. “Good. Then I win.”
I shrug it off as much as I am able and use wind magic to propel myself higher into the air. Each time I am about to fall, I create a temporary springboard to push myself further. Up and up I go until I am standing atop the spire of the Academy. Looking at the sea of Beta below me, I watch as what was once beautiful white walls, are defiled and tarnished black as the Beta make their way up.
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Sensing so many who are taking the chance to push out of the Academy and into the city proper, I half-raise the barrier I had been saving energy for. One thousand years of saving magic and days of chanting, yet this is still the best I can do. I lack training. If I'm able to do this all again, then I need to take it all the more serious.
The smallest tinge of fear overcomes my heart – the smallest crack in an otherwise serene world of light. Under the surface, within the darkness itself, Queen’s razor-sharp smile haunts me. I look out across the entire kingdom, my kingdom, and think back to that day so very… very long ago.
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