Burning Soul - Chapter 144

Perceiving Aeneas getting defeated very well by him brought a vicious smile on his face. He boldly stood in his place and kept staring at Aeneas while tightening his fist.

Somewhere he knew that Aeneas is a person who will never give up so soon; this thought made him a little stressed but he didn’t manifest it through his facial expressions or body gestures. He had strong confidence in High Spirit Magic which he possessed from Ersa; which will not at all make him lose against anyone or anything.

Aeneas was very much exhausted defending his continuous powerful attacks and strikes. He went down his knees and then slowly stretched out his legs. Now it appeared a bit difficult for him to keep defending a person who possessed 10 times more power than him.

Ten seconds passed, and then twenty and thirty, and finally the pain started to pull back like the tide going out. It left his fingers first, and then slowly worked its way up to his arms. The pain in his twisted thigh was searing. But then ignoring the pain in his thigh, the blood seeping from the small cuts which he got over his body; he took a couple of deep breaths.

Seeing Aeneas in pain Ember with her injured body slowly went towards him and sat next to him nudging his back. Staring at the state of Aeneas her eyes became wet and her mouth turned dry.

“He is my pride and treasure. I can’t have anyone lay a finger on him.

Now, should we put an end to this?” Her calm tone was ticking him.

“If you willingly hand over the Instrument, not only I’ll let you go but others who are yet to suffer would also be spared!

What do you say?” She asked in a calm tone,

She was walking in circles as she talked and was playing with her hair flicks which trembled over her face.

Aeneas slowly turned around and stared at her. She felt very dejected because despite getting injured, Aeneas didn’t give up and kept brawling and the thing she would do was just to keep staring at the situation without helping her companion.

His face became red, anger seared through him, his blood boiled but still, he kept himself calm, he closed his eyes for a second, took a deep breath and laughed at what she said.

Hearing this Ersa stopped walking and looked at him with a puzzled expression. Using all his energy he stood up and smiled at her.

“As if I’d believe you!” Aeneas was even angrier than before, he clenched his fist tightly gripping onto the swords,

“You know you don’t have much mana without Sigil!

I wonder how long you will keep this up, I just don’t want to see you suffer as well!” She wiped a tear from her eyelash. She knew that he was exhausted and would not try to attack them.

Hearing her Aeneas had a flash of memory, of that day when he first saw her!

“Shut Up!” He shouted out loud and swung his sword in order to attack her,

“Disperse!” Her chant made a gust of wind powerful enough to push back Aeneas.

“Aaaaaaaah” without stopping he attacked yet again,

“Spirit Magic, Purge!” He chanted and approached Arch with all his might,

But the chant failed. His sword didn’t listen to his cry and didn’t lend him any power, the strike was ordinary and Arch didn’t miss this time.

With a powerful swing, he hit him hard enough to beat him to dust.

The hope of gaining victory was so strong inside Aeneas, that he forgot about all his pain, the bleeding cuts and scars on his body.

He continuously kept attacking and defending but all in vain. His chants were not working which made him a little disappointed.

This thought made her eyes wet.

“Aeneas, Spirits don’t talk to fallen ones” Ersa spoke with a pitiful look in her eyes.

“No way!”

He was hit quite hard, but he couldn’t rest easy, Arch was chasing him to strike again.

Aeneas Managed to build up a bit of distance to activate another of his spell,

‘Looks like there’s no other way, we must flee!’ He glanced at Ember who was still lying in pain while Luna tried waking her up.

‘I’ll have to make a run for it for now!’ He blinked his eyes as a gust of wind went by him,

He took a deep breath and stood still for a moment.

“Wake of Domain!”

His chant brought a frown on Ersa’s forehead, for the first time.

“Aeneas, this might not end well for you!” She looked at him yet again with those pitiful eyes.

“Even if I get spotted by those lofty gods or get hunted by the Avatars!

I need to stop you right here, right now!” As he finished the effect of the chant began showing up

The clouds began gathering around him yet again, this time a bit more violently. The air around him got energized with lightning, the dust around him began floating around and was getting energized,

‘If I can’t use the spirit magic of my swords, this is going to be my trump card!’ He stretched his arm and began gathering all the lighting at the blades of the swords. He began charging the blade. But it was with not any perks.

The slashes began appearing upon his skin, a lot of small cuts! Blood began surging out of his wounds, due to lack of Sigil his body was taking a big toll. His physical limitations were visible.

Not to mention he was chanting an Extreme Magic, the one comparable to that of the Great magic any plane guardian is capable of.

He was preparing himself to launch the attack.

“We need to stop him, Arch!” Ersa shouted to Arch who was standing looking at him aloof.

“Yeah!

You got it!” He snapped out of it right away and jumped to interrupt his spell.

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Baaaang!

A huge band not only hit Arch but also Interrupted Aeneas.

It was as if a huge boulder had struck Arch. But it was no boulder and Arch wasn’t dead either.

Aeneas took a good look while suffering from pain, his cuts were bleeding faster than before and all his energy was spent,

But the sight that just got unfolded before him made his complexion turn pale,

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“T..Th….Theodore?”