Brigante Ark - Chapter 181

He was more disappointed rather than impress. Dimiscus held his own well against Alastor despite the invisibility he possessed. Alastor reeled slightly, attempting to cut him off on his left, but Dimiscus parted in his position, turned and threw his weight and overpowered him. The crashing sound of metals crashing against other ripped through the air, shattering the vases and windows. Alastor’s back was on the cold ground when he was took by surprise by Dimiscus wide slash. He rolled and chanted flamen to slide away.

By that time, Alastor had noticed that the invisible spell has worn out, but had the time to recover. His eyes caught Dimiscus’s left hand burn. Alastor immediately flipped backward.

As Dimiscus whipped his flame at him, Alastor had conjured a transcendent wall, running flipping over the creations he made until he felt again the sharp pain. His flesh twitches, unbearable, bolting and numbing. The pain was a like a ring to his ears, panning from low to high frequency.

Imposed on catatonic state, Dimiscus had him wrapped on his whipped, and threw on the wall.

“For a cocky guy, you quickly lose your marbles.” Dimiscus said.

He dragged him again, whipping walls to walls, until a loud crash occurred, somewhere below the castle.

Dimiscus let the whipped lose and let go of stunned mercenary. Started to look around in wonder. Just below the floor, Noora coughed out from the smoke and debris. She whipped and the smoke of dust dissipated. She stood on a head of a deceased golem.

“There are other ways to make a damn entrance, but this is one of the unconventional way to do it. Not that it matters. Now, if I’m that bastard, where would I be?”

She looked up and felt the mana from two people.

She grinned, “Ah. I supposed I nailed it after all. Let’s greet that bastard, shall we.”

A fan of signs and blade appeared in her palm, shimmering in yellow light. She swung it up on the ceiling and for that matter, the man above her was alarmed and leapt away quickly.

“Not a flashy entrance, won’t you agree?” The sorceress exclaimed.

Dimiscus appeared to be composed, but deep down, his teeth gritted. “No.” He firmly replied, “What fitting to describe is disrupting my win.”

“Is that so?”

He nodded. “Look at the warrior you sent to me,” his sword pointed at Alastor who’s in impassive state. “Pathetic.”

Dimiscus attempted to make a sprint, but Noora won’t let him on his way.

She hurried forward. Her fan spread and swept in the air, blocking the tip of his sword.

“If the man can’t do his job, then the woman will.”

Another fan appeared. In one swipe, a barrage of voloptous wind had thrown Dimiscus away. Crashing against the wall, Dimiscus grunted.

“You’ve gotten better,” he commended.

Noora looked back at Alastor who’s groaning over the intense pain. She was unsure, what’s happening to him.

“Al, I don’t know what’s happening to you, but you’ve got to fight it!” she called out to him.

Alastor hesitated to look at her, “I-I can’t. This… is too much.”

“What have you done to him?!”

Dimiscus replied, “Not that I’m aware of. No. It wasn’t me.”

“Whatever’s happening to you, Al, you’ve got to fix it and fast.” She told him before she motion forward.

“You remember the last time we’ve met?” Dimiscus asked her.

“Yeah. It was at the mountain, we were both looking at the same flower of askinton. Too bad, I didn’t had the chance to kill you.”

“Well,” she whipped the fans in the air and from the leafs, blades sprung out. “care for another dance?”

“This time I’m going to finish the job once and for all.” He declared.

Noora carried her fans like a blade, whipping the blades furiously at Dimiscus. He ran with his sword deflecting the 4 inches blade. The moment she stopped, Dimiscus used his fire lasso and threw it over her, but the trick won’t do no good. She was fast and quick witted, it didn’t even intrude her pose with the swing of the wind deflecting his attack. The failed attempt allowed herself to smile a little.

“You’re not the only who had a trick hidden under on sleeves.” She declared.

“I supposed,” he responded, “Let’s make things interesting.”

Dimiscus had the entire lasso wrapped on his left hand. She felt a force below her. Dangerous and massive.

“What did you just do?” she asked, her voice demanding.

He replied without looking at her, “You’ll see.”

The shake had grew stronger by the seconds.

Noora conjured a light that seemingly possessed Alastor and carried him away leaping out from the cracked wall. They landed on the branch of the giant tree she conjured. On it, she laid Alastor on the nest of leaves.

Noora came to him for a closer look.

“What happened to you, Al?”

Having a jitters is an understatement. She knew very well that his condition are far from the sorcery she learned from her school. Noora’s palm was already on his forehead.

“No cold, but you’re too hot. The flow of your mana is on the wrong track. Running rampant and wild.”

Alastor grunted. His eyes close enduring the streak of pain in his flesh and his mind. Noora settled her hands on his head, channeling her mana.

“I promise you, I’ll fix it.”

The moment she injected her mana in his stream, she heard his breath and her eyes gone white. Images flashes in her mind, it was not of hers but was his. It was a brief moment but she pulled herself out quickly.

“What was that?” she asked herself. Her eyes glimmered in horror and in curiosity. “Al, I don’t know what’s happening to you right now, but please, you must tell me when did it start and why.”

Mustering the words, he stutteringly said, “I’m… I’m a hunter… a new one.”

Those words stammered her, “If you’re a hunter, then you must be in transition state. It’s basically when you’re developing your abilities and honing your true self. I don’t know much about the transition states of the hunter, but I believe this fruit will help your pain be at ease.”

The sorceress conjured a fruit, a red and a swollen one, its size is one inch.

Alastor open his mouth, savoring the sweet taste of berry, melting on his mouth. Moments after, his eyes slightly opens. He mustered the strenght to stand up, but his body fall, nimbly on his knees.

Noora quickly held his shoulder and hand.

“Hey. You stay here, you have done enough for now. Well… I’m the one who did the heavy lifting. Still, you did a great job distracting him from the fight outside.”

“I’m worried about that.”

Alastor points out castle, shaking, the dust seemingly crawling out from the tight spaces and from the outside wall. Then, there came a pulse, a small one, but they felt the heaviness of it from the distance. As the wave of pulse passed by, its gradually becoming more intense, until the madman broke loose.

The last wave dismantled the entire castle into pieces like a cube but something kept them floating after, only to that, a monster, a snake-like monster sprung out of the castle.

“All this years, this is what you have been planning, huh, Dimiscus?”

Noora gaped in horror as she witnessed the 50 feet tall, massive size serpent reaching to the moon. If the serpent is capable of flying, Noora would have fainted by now, but despite the lack of the ability to fly, it doesn’t mean she has the advantage in terms of mobility and certainly it is not a good idea to get close to it. In terms of range, Noora has the advantage, with her magic, she make certain that she would be able to put a great distance between them two, that is, if she doesn’t have a baggage to worry.

She glance behind her.

“Al, I’m gonna have to leave you behind. That thing over there, it’s a bad news.”

“Wait…”

From where he sat, he saw Noora had already leapt, sliding down on the roots. She beckons some of the tambawos and basilisk to fight in her stead. The monster easily killed made its way and ate, including the undead knights.

“What the hell?”

The sorceress was astounded and horrified with the monster’s capability. In one swept of its tongue, the wall of the western gate has been torn, reduced into none.

“Dimiscus, you son of a bitch. So this is what you have been busy of. How the hell did you accumulate such dark energy to summon this monster.”

For better or for worse, Noora felt a rushed of adrenaline spiking as upon she made her way by riding the roots from the ground, the monster turned, its head was jerking and finally, launches onto her.

Her expression faded, and commanded the roots to intercept its movements. It did crept and locked the monster, but to only decreased its speed, not resigning on its pursue on her. She moved away, gaining distance, her root motion swiftly.

The sorceress swung her frail arms, throwing wind magic at it. She gulped. The monster hissed and cries as its way of the roots and break through.

“Shit.”

Noora summoned signs, arranging the alphabets and then, she activated an expression magic, one that restrained its movements.. Pillars of lights came crashing down to the serpent, immobilizing it.