Ventari's Point of View

Dwardew

A monsoon of magic flooded the air as it poured down across Dwardew. Peeking out every so often, I watched as Arthur slowly moved to the ground. As he touched down, the storm was decimated as a wave of energy washed over the ground. Almost like an ocean wave crashing over the entire city, everything took on a blueish hue. While still in cover, many would sneak glances to see what was happening.

The collection of Wraiths above seemed irked about their magic being overpowered. A tornado of magic formed above us and slowly moved down to Arthur. It was so violent and unpredictable that many Druids passed out from the fluctuations. While it was a hauntingly magnificent sight, it surprised me that Arthur stood there unfazed. Again, his hand reached over his head, and a black orb formed. The tornado began to disappear as it tried but failed to reach him.

Screeches rang out from above, and the tornado expanded and engulfed Arthur entirely. It surrounded him as it turned viciously in the same spot. Bursts of magic would lash out and destroy parts of the already ruined city. A tornado of red and black magic started to cut through the ground.

“Arthur!” I yelled as it continued to whirl. “Arthur!!!”

To my surprise, the tornado began to change colors. From the bottom, it started to turn blue and expand even further in diameter. It started to change slowly until it soared up instantly and completely decimated the Wraith’s magic before it disappeared in an instant. Leaving an unfazed Arthur standing there amidst the rubble.

They all teleported down to Arthur and rushed him all from different angles. I watched as they all froze in place. Turning away was instinctive when they all started to twist in horrific ways as blood poured to the ground in a graphically large puddle. It only took another moment for them to teleport away. However, when they did, Arthur also opened a portal and disappeared.

Everything went quiet as the wraiths appeared overhead and darted around, trying to find Arthur. As they moved about, they started to suffer horrible wounds. Entire chunks would go missing as a portal would open and shoot out a blue beam of sorts before closing. Teleportations started to go off, but there was no escape. The part that was so terrifying was that none of us, not even the Wraiths, knew where he was. He aimed for all their hands to prevent them from escaping.

All five of them slammed into each other. They were lined up from top to bottom as Arthur appeared out of a portal from above. With his sword, Defiance, in hand, he held it out in front of him with one hand. Almost in a bored manner, he dropped his sword, and it fell before piercing through all five of the Wraiths and slamming them down to the ground. Dust and debris went flying everywhere as the ground shook from them being impaled into the ground.

Once the smoke cleared, I saw they were skewered in the ground as lines of blue energy were pulsing through the stone. They all twitched and twisted as they tried to break free. Ignoring them for the moment, my gaze once again landed on Arthur, who had apparently been making several of those black orbs again. The sand surrounding the kingdom was floating into the air towards him. That is until he shot it above into the dome made of mist.

The Wraiths didn’t like that. Horrible screeches could be heard from them as the mist started to swirl along with the sand. Nearby rubble started to float into the air along with parts of the surrounding canyons. If I hadn’t known any better, I would’ve thought the world was ending as large chunks of the city that were unshielded by Arthur’s energy started to ascend into the sky.

Eventually, the wraiths broke free, but it was too late as almost all the mist had been absorbed. The sun broke through and shone out the clearer. Almost like a wave of relief had washed over all of Dwardew, even in its ruin, there was hope. All five of the Demons teleported up to Arthur, who merely eyed them with indifference after they recovered. The black orbs darted down and surrounded him as they danced around his body. Acting like a shield, the Wraiths were hesitant to get near him.

Mumbles could be heard as more people started to poke their heads out more and more. “He’s a god.”

“A god.” Many others muttered their agreements.

I bit my lips as I watched the scene continue to unfold before us.