Electus - Chapter 509

But as he gazed down, noticing that Huna wasn’t by his side became the inevitable and forced a thought. “Was it an illusion?”

But after he gazed around a bit, finding Huna became easier. She had tip toed towards Rashlam who was laying on the ground.

Lending attention to that specific grand master, they heard him complain. “My hair got burned!”

But as they took a better look at his hair, they couldn’t help giggling and stating. “Your hair is fine, it didn’t get burned too much.”

“And most importantly, now we know how to kill the monster.” Justak reminded, trying to remain optimistic towards what could have ended them all today.

GAAAAAAAAAAAOOO!

They’ve heard a familiar tone shout once more, but this time it felt heavier than ever.

Especially since with that shout, came a head through the 40 meter long cavern wall, breaking its prison.

The worm’s head… well it doesn’t nearly look like a worm now, the grand masters even managed to get a great view since it stopped and observed its surroundings once it broke out.

The beast carries interesting characteristics, the most noticeable one being its countless horns that circle from above its foot foot wide eyes and all the way down to underneath its neck.

The horns stood from 3 feet long to 12 feet, which was a huge eye catcher, especially since there wasn’t a single curls in this collar of horns.

With these horns alone, the creature could kill the grand masters, not to mention all of the other features that captivated their vision.

Unlike the rest of its body colour, the horns along with the rest of the monster’s head carried a dark grey colour, almost like the lines on the rest of its body that limited illumination.

Furthermore, the beast’s eyes illuminate in a dark green colour, Huna could see her body painted green thanks to it although the light submitted dim, enough to fail out shining all of the other facial features.

Apart from the head stretching a massive 15 meters round, there was one more feature that the grand masters noticed.

The monster had 2 more horns stretching out of its mouth that until now remained closed.

The horns stretch 5 or so meters long, noticeably long but were curled instead of straight like everything else.

Only the tips were curled, acting like a bashing stick, that’s what it portrayed at least, like a gate basher.

Although the description stretched long, this team was only able to observe everything for a few seconds before this beast shouted once more.

AAAAAGGG!

And without warning, it started shaking its head round and round, nailing its massive horns against the wall behind it.

Bashing through the cavern with its head earlier or in this case, possibly with those horns. Granted more movement options in that limited place.

The creature couldn’t reach the grand masters but raged in every side of the compass, bashing its head against the cavern wall.

“It’s trying to break loose!” Huna pointed out the obvious and snapped the other grand masters out of their fear.

Increasing her intent, she smacked them behind the head and shouted. “We don’t need another great disaster, let’s seal this bitch!”

Unlikely for her to cuss but who wouldn’t in this case, with a raging giant worm in front of them?

And so, they proceeded with a movement that in the town of Lan Shutak signified both tradition and power, the call for death against an enemy echoing as a prime intent and a motive towards success.

They met their left knee on the ground, bending their bodies down along with what such pose demanded.

But the rest of their bodies were kept straight as a needle, the left arms pushed and stretched straight to their left side.

If they were just a few more inches closer to each other, tickling waists would suddenly become an option.

As for their right arms, the next step was raising it above their heads. Doing so was a quick step as they did not want to wait and see what would happen if that beast broke free.

In union, they started reciting what carried thousands of years of value, all cited in the language that had been long shadowed, forgotten ever since they began to learn the Ignite ways of life. The Calidum Lutum language!

“Calidus! Asta el varam she fes shamik’h! Tamun she fes tetekat!”

“Calidus! Asta el varam she fes shamik’h! Tamun she fes tetekat!”

“Calidus! Asta el varam she fes shamik’h! Tamun she fes tetekat!”

“Calidus! Asta el varam she fes shamik’h! Tamun she fes tetekat!”

And finally repeated it once more, translated into the Ignite language. “Calidus! Bring down to us your powers! Gift us your aid!”

Thanks to that heart felt and yet desperate request from their god of lava himself, what aroused next surely broke the usual.

This move was traditional, in special occasions a dance was finished off with such a move.

But not today, at these seconds they demand power that meets standards far beyond comprehension, even for a grand master.

Feeling their hands tingle was a part of the process, they didn’t dare to stare up since it would break this move.

But Huna felt peace breaching her heart as the orange illumination growing on their palms far out matched anything this beast unleashed.

And no, it wasn’t because they were bursting any type of lava from their hand. No no, the holy has descended towards the situation, or blessed them with an advantage at least.

After a few breaths, they noticed that the orange light had become strong enough to proceed with the next step, therefore Huna commanded with a soul trembling holler that suddenly pushed peace away. “Now!”

Upon demand, the grand masters knew what to do and in perfect union, their right hands were slid downwards to meet ċhėst level.

And then were jerkly pushed forward, their arms hanging out like a straight plank that had no splinters, smooth enough to give a boner if rubbed.

Without even a bit of lava bursting from their palm, they began to shout out something else through the original Calidum Lutum language.

“Calidus! Xamesh she tak cakilua gamet!”

“Calidus! Xamesh she tak cakilua gamet!”

And finally, uttered it once more in the Ignite language. “Calidus! Join us in battle today!”

The orange light that was shinning on their palms, grew bigger in size! The emotionless and lifeless beam of light started surrounding their entire palms and reached enough to swallow the whole arm, forming a big sphere although not at all heavy.

Closing their left arm in closer to the ċhėst and afterwards poking it forward like the right, but just a foot behind compared to the other.

The next sight didn’t fail to meet their expectations and caused more than a few tears of joy on their eyes.

The figure only took a few seconds to form and started where the mother’s wȯmb would be.

From that point expanding in all directions and standing 20 feet tall!

The figure portrayed a human form, although obviously larger than any normal human.

In just a few more seconds, the colour began to grow darker by shade and left behind just a few lava like rivers throughout the entire body, portraying veins.

What the figure shouted next, even seduced the monster to cease berserking, as his manly tone shook the ground and forced dirt itself to elevate a foot high in all directions. “Guzlla rahakimal me samuelan!?”

The imperious voice repeated once again, the very ground beneath their feet suffering rivering cracks submissive to the dictator. “Guzlla rahakimal me samuelan!?”

Once more, spoke it out in the Ignite language, declaring knowledge. “Whom opposes my people!?”