Burning Soul - Chapter 187

As Clarke emerged out of the smokescreen, his expression turned from that of frustration to fear. A high tier magic spell was waiting for him.

‘Mimic – Collapsing Star’ Theo stood with a high tier magic spell. He mimicked Griffin’s (Plane Guardian of the south) minor sun and covered the blazing hot ball he summoned with Milot’s Aqua cutter.

A small explosive spell was at the hand, but he added one more mimic, Lightening. Altogether, a high tier explosive spell was ready he called it Collapsing Star.

The reason he was afraid of the spell was that he wasn’t a bit prepared to counter a magic spell at the last moment of notice not to mention a high tier. Although Mimic couldn’t be as effective as original and the lack of practice and refinement meant it couldn’t be just all show, taking an unknown spell head-on wouldn’t do any good.

The moment Clarke touched the ground he was ready to escape,

“Not so soon!” Theo yelled at him as he used one of his skills – Shadow arms

He summoned a bunch of arms grabbing Clarke by his feet.

“Damn you…” He twitched for a moment trying to free himself, but Theo had already made his move,

“Descend!” He attacked Clarke with the previously built-up spell.

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A huge explosion followed; the shockwave nearly blew away Theo from where he stood. The surface of the minor sun exploded as the water touched it while the lightning became superconductive in the steam that formed around the surface. Combined it was super explosive.

‘Did it get him?’ Theo was huffing, he had used all of his Mimic for the day and using that many spells consecutively put great stress on his body as well. His face had blood stains as he coughed some before.

Using magic freely had its own drawbacks, but right now all of that mattered less. His enemy was much stronger. A little blood and fatigue were nothing in comparison.

His eyes were fixated on the smoke and dust left behind by the explosion. He narrowed his eyes to look better through it.

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A moment later he felt a sudden pain rising around his chest, in that moment he could only see an afterimage of what hit him, Clarke.

He punched Theo so hard and so fast latter couldn’t even see. The attack was sudden and effective. The blow carried a great amount of strength, as it touched his body the sound of a few bones cracking could be heard.

He was punched through the wall behind.

“That was a little mean you know!” Clarke stood with an angered face. For a strong being like him, being humiliated by the weak in the fight was the worse insult.

During the attack he did get hurt by it but being a Xenose, he surely had some tricks up his sleeves.

“You made me use a very expensive magic device you know.

Ahhhh! I hate people like you who can freely use magic. Blessed ones! Kiss my arse, for us normal people, it’s just unfair.

You drained half of my mana; I applaud your actions. But this is where it ends!” Clarke kept walking slowly towards Theo.

The device he talked about was different from elemental stone, the device contained a spell that’d activate once the device was activated.

These devices didn’t come cheap and to activate the spell it’d drain a lot of mana; the only benefit was anyone could use any type of magic with the help of it.

With the impact, he was over the rubble of the wall he was punched through. The impact managed to break an almost 2 ft thick wall. He was on the edge of losing consciousness.

“Look over there, looks like the battle on the other side is settled as well.” Clarke paused for a moment to glance at his back,

Theo struggled to open his eyes, his vision was blurry and the fatigue from before was kicking in. With the foggy and blooded vision of his, he saw Milot lying on the ground facing the dirt with one of his own swords pierced right through his back.

“Should I kill him too? And what about that girl?” Clarke asked him.

“Wait, that girl is not yours to decide and as for him, I know my nephew is impulsive and stupid enough to walk into traps but that man, my father, he’s more cautious. There may be more people around.” He warned Clarke while walking towards him.

As he warned about it Clarke took a pause before replying, his face hosted a grin, “Oh you mean that camp uphill?”

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Theo lay on the rubble as he heard him say, his body was already numb due to tiredness.

‘Milot is lying face down, the girl we just saved hasn’t recovered yet, I’m out of strength, we couldn’t even hold our ground where we have to tell them this place is a no go…

Tell them? Wait didn’t he mention our camp?

What does he mean?’ He struggled to open his eyes again, but with that last strike, Clarke had managed to drain every last bit of his strength.

‘How pathetic I’m for always getting in a fight I can’t even win!’ He thought to himself.

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“How dare they hurt my love? Hey, boy! Why don’t you let me take care of it?

Just like the last time.”

Theo heard a voice, it was familiar. Before the fight with Ersa, it was this voice that he heard.

‘I can’t let it happen again.’ He clearly remembered what happened afterwards and letting it happen again was out of the question.

“Why are you resisting my love?” The arms embraced him in a hug.

Theo held his grip tightly trying to resist the urge of the power surging within his body. The feeling of gaining strength was tempting though he knew the setbacks that came along. He began losing consciousness.

‘I can’t put you through all of that again, my friends.

I need strength but not like this

He shut close his eyes as he felt helpless against the power,

“Ahh! This feeling. My love, I only feel alive when I’m one with you.” The arms hugged him tighter, his wounds began healing up and his control over his body started to lose.

Clarke stood and observed in a confused state.

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A bright light shone upon his chest as she hugged, the light made her pull her arms back, “What….” The voice seemed alarmed for some reason.

It was the charm Amara had gifted him before. It resisted the women behind the voice.

The charm held a protective spell that’d activate upon possession, after Theo told her what happened in the capital, she prepared it for him. It allowed him to heal up though the broken bones and torn up muscles were far-fetched injuries.

Although he healed up a bit, his injuries and lack of stamina meant he couldn’t even move.

“What was that all about? Whatever, I’m done with you, let’s get over with it.” Clarke charged upon him to finish him off.

With that less distance and speed, Theo had seconds to act.

At that moment he craved power, he craved the strength he was about to get, the strength that tempted him mere moments ago, the thirst for power was still lingering within him.

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At that moment, his surrounding slowed down. He felt his request being answered. A voice echoed in his ears, another voice but this time it wasn’t a bit familiar.

“Path to Legend – Confirmed

Individual Theodore has been approved to ascend” It was the voice of the plane.