Sustaining The King’s Life - Chapter 272

272: Prophesied Evil

“We will be handling this!” The branching families of Feuerkriegers exclaimed as they fought the sea monsters.

They crossed the sea with the help of magicians who paved a path for them. Faustina was next to the king who was holding her hand tight. He was fully armored and was ready to fight the battle.

“Brace yourself,” said the king.

Faustina held onto her staff tightly, while the king tightened his grip around her.

“We are about to land to Assiah.”

The castle of Assiah was still farther away, and that is the place that they need to come to—the palace that the forsaken now resided in,

And where Eula is being held captive.

—

“The goal is to get into the castle!” Said the king of Feuersturm. “Once the forsaken is captured, the battle will be over!”

The royals then spread oud, along with the army.

“Greaawn!”

Faustina then thumped her staff to the ground, preparing a shield to the royals.

“Good job!” Orwell said as he used his magic to fight.

Faustina nodded as she helped on creating barriers, as well as combat spells.

“Aqua!”

“GRAAAWW!!”

“Faustina!”

Before Faustina was able to react, a pillar fell in front of her, separating her from the others.

An earthquake then took place, cracking the ground. The cracks on the ground then began to compress like tectonic plates—shifting and shuffling to different places.

Faustina thumped her staff to the ground, creating a magical circle that helped her keep her balance.

Strangely enough, the earthquakes and the shifting of the ground suddenly brought her to another place.

—

A labyrinth.

Faustina scowled, puzzled at what just happened. It was like she was now in a labyrinth made out of cobblestones covered in moss.

It was the first time that she had seen something like this.

Faustina continued to walk forward, with her staff at her hand. Vigilantly, she continued to walk.

And as she entered the labyrinth, a tectonic shift occurred yet again, closing the entrance.

Faustina narrowed her red eyes. This must be some sort of a trap.

She decided to go back to the closed up entrance, but then the ground vibrated as the entrance opened again, but this time it looked like it had led to a different direction altogether.

“Clearly, you do not know what’s happening around you.”

Faustina blinked. “Who said that?!”

Faustina looked around, trying to search for the voice.

But before she could even find its source, something had risen from the ground.

Dressed in tattered, black robes were skeletons holding scythe-shaped staves.

“Now then,” said the voice. “How will you deal with the undead remains of the warlocks who fought a thousand years ago?”

Faustina tightened her grip around her staff.

“It seems you are underestimating me, whoever you are!”

Faustina thumped her staff to the ground, and then created hexes in the air.

Her spell then immediately wiped the monsters away from the light.

“It seems I did,”

The voice just now came from a young man who was perhaps her age.

He had a brown skin and a silvery-white hair with streaks of black on its edges.

“You…” Faustina held onto her staff vigilantly. He looked different. He was, for certain, not a warlock general.

“Prince of Assiah,” he introduced. “If that wasn’t enough for an introduction, what about this?”

Appearing in front of Faustina like shadows are dog-like monsters and giant vultures flying mid-air.

“Cerberus,” he said. “Kill her.”

The dog monster growled and then attacked Faustina, who barely managed to cast a light spell into it.

However…

“Hellhounds are not weakened by mere light magic.” The prince of Assiah smirked. “Because—”

“Haah!” Faustina then casted yet another spell; a rain of light. The rain of light poured towards the vultures and the hellhounds, which then pierced their shadow away.

The prince of Assiah did not budge from his spot. Now, it had rained for real. The rainwater poured harshly to the ground. Although Faustina and the others attacked by sunrise, there was no sun in sight and now it had rained more.

“Even the above is on the side of Zweite.” He remarked.

“You—”

“Well,” he interrupted. “I just decided to test you out. It seems like you aren’t half-bad. However…”

Suddenly there is yet another earthquake. But this time, the earthquake was several times stronger, as if there was something rising from the ground.

“I do not have the time to deal with you, because there are a lot who are more difficult to fight off,” he said. “It would be a shame if you don’t survive something as trivial as this.”

“As trivial as…wh…” Faustina gaped in surprise as something towered over her—no; something that towered over them. Over the buildings, as tall as the mountains.

A dragon clad in black, its eyes red and gleaming like blood in the moonlight.

“Good luck,” he said, and then a red magical circle appeared below him, teleporting him away.

The dragon roared louder, like a deafening cry.

It was as if it was calling for something.

**

“What was that!?” Orwell exclaimed as he hears a roar. No, that can’t be…

“A dragon!!” Said one of the soldiers, pointing to something high in the sky.

And there was something in the foot of the dragon being carried mid-air.

“Faustina!”

**

Faustina tried to struggle from the dragon’s grasp. She was caught into its claws as they flew in the air. The flew towards the castle, and then threw Faustina into the grounds. Faustina then fell hard to the rain puddle of the wet, cobbled floor.

“Thank you, Drakon,” said the prince of Assiah as he c.a.r.e.s.sed the dragon’s scales.

“Now go.”

The dragon then flew, making Faustina half-close her eyes from the strong winds sent by it.

Faustina stood up, feeling an ominous presence creeping forward.

“Faustina,”

A shiver ran down her spine as she hears his voice behind her.

“Do you know what the prophecy actually meant?” He said, “it wasn’t just the death and destruction or the plagues.”

Faustina slowly turned around.

Her heart began to thump wildly against her c.h.e.s.t as she saw him…

And her.

“The prophecy pertains to the birth of evil.” The forsaken uttered.

“The rebirth of wrath and destruction.”

Green eyes then met red ones.

“The crime against God, the defiance of all law and order.” He said, “the prophesied evil!”

“…Eula…?”

Eula glanced at her in response.

“How have you been,” she smiled kindly at her.

“Faustina?”