33 Risen#re - Chapter 366

Lirian pressed on the blades and borrowed on the force the adapts were placing on their swords to fasten their destruction.

Creak, Crack.

The cracks ran across the entirety of the blades and shards started to splinter from the weapons, not even the aura of the two adapts was enough to protect the weapons in hand.

They watched as the two priceless weapons crumbled to pieces, weapons that house Kurt had spent fortunes and countless time to accrue, they were forced to watch as the weapons were effortlessly broken to pieces.

When the cracks where full, Lirian released his iron like grip from the blades, and the blades started to fall apart like a shattered mirror.

Ding. Ding. Ding.

Suddenly another bell started to ring, but was the main bell of the city, the one that could be seen from every part of the city.

The bell in the highest tower of the keep was being rung, it seemed that someone escaped the chaos and rung the bell to signal the leaders.

‘Where the hell is that old man, surely he must be hearing the bell as well,’ Lirian frowned he couldn’t explain what was going on.

He couldn’t find the old man anywhere, and worst of all, he felt absolutely no sense of impending danger, Lirian absolutely refused to believe that some ignorant country bumpkins had the means to impede his sense’s.

Especially his ‘Gods Gaze’, even gods would find themselves challenged to hide things before this technique, there was no way some mortals could possibly have such means, yet that is exactly what it seemed like, just the thought of such a thing happening was frustrating Lirian and making his blood boil.

Lirian turned his attention back to the two adepts before him, he kicked of the ground and aimed a kick for the old man’s head.

It was a slow attack and the old man could see Lirians moves clearly, he ducked down to evade the kick, but that’s when something strange happened, he was certain that he could dodge the attack.

He moved in accordance with his judgement, his dodge should have been perfect, it should have even granted him the power to counter attack, but the more he moved, and the harder he tried to evade, he found himself being drawn in by the kick.

It was like the kick was seeking him out no matter where he moved, yet to those onlookers, they saw something else entirely, what they saw wasn’t a strange kick but a simple one, the strange thing was the old man.

The kick was so simple that one could dodge it with ease, yet the old man seemed to be purposely moving closer, to take the kick, it was ridiculous.

This was the true power of ‘Control’, to locked down the field and manipulate the course of events, inside a psychic’s field of control they would become the nightmare of all close combatants and a severe thorn in the side of any mage.

Just as Lirian was about to land his kick however, he noticed the spearmen from earlier, push his way forward, it seemed that after being affected by control, he understood what the old man was experiencing and rushed to his aid.

Lirian stopped mid attack as the spear was thrust at his leg, it seemed that the adapt wanted to take Lirian’s legs.

Lirian stopped his attack did a twirl in the air, which altered his position and steered him out of harm’s way.

The spearman glared at Lirian with annoyance at the evasive move, but that was when he felt his spear make contact with something, and his spear sunk through the object.

When the man realised what happened he froze, and looked forward, and saw that the spear was thrust through the old mans throat, and blood was already gushing down drenching the old man’s armour in a layer of red, who stood there with surprise, he couldn’t believe what happened.

“What the hell have you done?” the fourth adept shouted and threw his fist at the spear man, “You damned traitor,” he cursed.

He had witnessed everything clearly, at that moment, when the spearman thrust his spear it was aimed towards the old man, but he was to late to even react.

The fourth adept saw it clearly, the moment an opening appeared in the old man, he struck without hesitation, there was even a look of conviction in his eye, as his spear sunk through the old man’s throat.

Lirian jumped back without a worry and landed on the ground with a smug smile on his face as the two comrades attacked each other, the spearman tried to explain but the other adapt wouldn’t give him the chance.

Lirian walked over to the woman who received his attack earlier, her arms were still trembling from the power of Lirian’s attack, she watched everything happen in horror, and she found herself incapable of doing anything.

Lirian reached down and pulled the spear from her hands, she barely put up any fight as Lirian snatched it.

Lirian held the spear in his hands and gave it a twirl, “I’m quite fond of spears,” Lirian mused, “I’ll be taking this one for myself since you won’t be needing it anymore,” he said and with a spin of the handle the blade swiped cleanly through her head.

Her blood sprayed on to the wall like a canvas thick with red paint, Lirian walked past her rolling head and appeared behind the two fighting adepts.

Lirian gripped the end of the spear shaft and gave the spear a powerful spin in the air, and then he brought it around in a perfect arc, making it cleave through their necks.

The head of the spear dripped blood as Lirian pulled it back to his side.

Lirian walked forward and pushed the doors open, only to be met by a single person, or rather a girl.

Izlandi was calmly seated on a chair, when the doors opened and Lirian walked in she wasn’t surprised, the moment she heard the fighting, she figured that it was Lirian.

No one else was crazy enough to attack the keep, she wondered if he would come to find her, she sincerely hoped that he would.

While everyone was busy fighting for their lives, she spent her time putting on her best corset and her favourite red dress that revealed a little more skin than she was used to showing off, all to make herself look more presentable, before she met him, and that was only if he came for her.

When Lirian entered however she blushed slightly as she realised how dumb her actions were, ‘I always forget that he is blind,’ she thought to herself.

“You’re coming with me,” Lirian said, he seemed distracted as he entered.

“What about the plan?” she asked, but inside she was secretly glad that he didn’t seem to be angry about her missing their meeting.

“Huh, I make new plans all the time,” Lirian said with a casual shrug of his shoulders, “But don’t worry we’ll still do that one, but later,” Lirian said raising his guard as he scanned the room.

Everything seemed fine, everything seemed normal, which seriously bugged Lirian, this was the last opportunity for the old ancestor to ambush him, yet there was absolutely nothing.

‘Did the old man croak and die from shock after our last battle,’ Lirian mused, ‘The hearts of the old are fragile sometimes,’ he thought.