Lost In The New World - Chapter 20
I’ve put the Author’s Thought here just because it’s the main content… you’ll see.
Not really sure how I’m supposed to do this, but I’ll just slap this here. So I just got nailed by the flu a little while back (A really nasty one too) and can’t write for shit. Like seriously, the draft makes your eyes bleed, it’s terrible. My brain is just mush at this point. So sorry, but no chapter this week, but I’ll make it up to you as soon as I get better. As a stop-gap solution, I’ll post the draft. Only got half of it done before my brain gave in…
I’ll keep the idea in, but delay it for a bit so it’s KINDA SPOILERISH… Just thought some of you might be a bit concerned about that. This is, for the most part, NOT CANNON. I’ve only posted this because I feel kinda guilty for not preparing a chapter earlier despite having a week to write one… So here’s my flu-induced mess of a draft.
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The referee raised his slim visor, revealing an intense set of azure eyes. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and flicked back his stylish white hair before turning to Fel, “Now, what would you like from Invicta? Technically, you can request whatever you wish, but for your own safety, I would recommend that you don’t go too far.”
“Siyla, would you like anything in particular from him?”
Siyla, kicked back in her seat, held her head with her hand and pondered the issue, “If it were up to me, I’d castrate him, but there’s not much in it for us. Why don’t we take all his money? We’ll need it to repair your armour anyway.”
The referee took out a notepad and hovered his pen over it, “All of it?”
“All of it”
“I would recommend a-”
“All. Of. It”
“Very well…” The referee pressed his pen against the notepad, but not a second later, a young voice cried out in protest. Looking up, Fel saw that the voice’s owner was a young Mage who wore long white robes with gaudy golden decorations.
“Will you allow for these barbarians to rob us bare?”
The referee looked up, “It’s all according to the agreement.”
Several more Mages, along with a number of apprentices, joined the young Mage. All together, they were 16 Mages strong, among the large crowd in the arena, these Invicta supported looked puny. As a side note, most of the people were there to see Fel, the new Mage. As there were only a little over 100 Mages in the Academy, every addition was a big thing.
“Without us noble Mages, who will hand down the ancient spells and techniques? If you so blatantly take his side, we may as well die out!”
“What are you talking about? That makes no sense. And if you ‘nobles’ didn’t hog the ancient spells and techniques, the death wave would’ve been long pushed back.”
Annoyed, the referee extended his hand and flicked his fingers, conjuring several magical circled that popped in and out of existence. Yet as they flickered in the air, the earth trembled, and the surrounding natural went haywire. With the unexpected external influence, the magic circle shattered and a blast of wind smashed into the group of Mages, sending them flying back.
The referee’s face contorted as he swore beneath his breath. That spell was only meant to suppress them, not break their bones. But the spell also should not have been disrupted by such simple issues
A siren blared out through the arena and red wisps of light shone into being. The stone ceiling above shattered like glass while fragmented beams of light hammered into the ground, searing it into glass.
While the Mages sat rooted in panic, whipping out communicators to contact the outside world, an androgynous voice rung out, “The Academy is in a state of emergency, please undergo procedure A-12. Projecting information and map to Academy members. Please follow the orders of the highest ranking Mage in your area.”
Cause:
High-tier Death Wave
2,000 mortal undead, 800 Rank 0 undead, 58 Rank 1 undead, 1 rank 2 undead.
Current Status:
Barrier Fragmented, awaiting repairs.
Combat Regiment – Mobilising
Structural Damage First Wall 79% damaged
The referee lowered his arm, “A death wave? They sure have a sense of timing.”
He angled his head, looking up to the crowd while brandishing a white badge, “As 3rd Lieutenant Meera of the Combat Regiment, I will be responsible for the people in this area. Non-combat Mages, please, bring the unconscious Mages with you while you evacuate to your designated shelter and await further orders. Combat Mages, follow me to the wall.”
Meera paused for a moment before beckoning Mysvain and Siyla toward him, “You two bring Fel to his residence and help him recover. Be prepared to assist the main force at any moment.”
Swept up in the tide of events, Mysvain quickly nodded and obeyed while Siyla, to whom protecting Fel was her job, didn’t see any reason to disagree. She hoisted Fel onto her back and hopped onto a carriage Meera prepared, setting off with Mysvain in tow.
At the arena, Meera massaged his temples, he forgot to remind them to be careful on the way; the barrier was unstable and enemies could slip through the gaps. But he had bigger concerns, while every Mage could turn the tide of battle, there were things to do.
He rallied his assembly of combat Mages and apprentices and set forth toward the wall. Fortunately, they were on the border of the earth and energy zone, quite close to the wall. It only took half an hour to get there. While he could’ve teleported there, the nearest energy pool was in the energy zone which was right by the wall anyway, so the massive expenditure wasn’t worth it.
The journey was noisy. New alerts from the androgynous voice constantly echoed out while Mages and apprentices were rushing to and fro, some to shelters, others to the wall. Seven Elements Valley was a research centred Academy and only had a small combat division that consisted of about 30% of the Academies population, though most Mages had a couple nasty spells up their sleeves.
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At this point, my brain died… I deleted the rest because it has no coherence.
