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sleepiness. Take me to Magrad , he commanded his dragon. But before his mind lapsed in unconsciousness, he felt a wave of euphoria rush over his body as he spotted the enemy dragons twisting and abandoning their flaming riders. He had done it. He had slain the host of enemy sorcerers and ensured those dragons would never again fight for King Braxion. He commanded his elder sorcerers to secure the dragons and keep them safe.
Flying back to the mountain, he knew they would live to find the protection of the dwarven city, at least until Magrad fell to the draenyx army...
Chapter Ten
SEBINE REALIZED SHE had to exploit her advantage against the witch while her back was still turned. The witch opened the door with a silver key that flared runes along the edge. If Sebine moved to follow the woman through the door, she was certain she would be discovered. And then it would merely be a magical melee, one that Sebine feared she would lose due to her inexperience in dueling magicians. Out of fear for having her spell reflected back onto herself, for she had heard of spells of reflection, and the casting of wards on oneself (a skill she'd never learned), she cast a weak testing spell which shoved Jesmia against the steel door.
With her back braced against the wall, all Sebine felt was a force pushing her chest, causing the stones to dig into her shoulder blades. The young witch stumbled but quickly recovered, and pivoting around, she prepared to strike.
"Who dared attack me?" the witch hissed, and flared out a burst of light to reveal Sebine cowering in the corner of the room.
But it was too late, for Sebine cast the stunning spell and the woman froze, her long arms stretched out in preparation for casting another spell. For a second Sebine consider hurling the witch against the door and knocking her unconscious, but caution told her to cast the boiling spell on the woman's brain. Blood exploded in a gruesome shower from her eye sockets and mouth and nostrils, and a line of blood dribbled down her earlobe as the witch crumpled to the ground in a heavy heap.
Sebine smiled to herself, remembering how the witch had looked at Tael with lust in her eyes, and had commanded her to leave Lord Oberon's chamber with such a dismissive expression. The witch got what she deserved. Especially considering all the atrocities she had done to the addicts outside...
After she strode over and bent down next to the witch's body, she retrieved the silver key from the pool of blood expanding underneath the woman. Jesmia had been both beautiful and seductive, and it was no wonder that old man Oberon was taken in by her charms. But now her face looked like a rag doll that's been chewed by a dog.
Inside the laboratory she heard the scraping sound of many feet shuffling towards her and she went still. For what dark purpose did the witch use the severed heads in her laboratory? Fear pounded her heart and her breathing went shallow as she cast a spell and raised the light slowly in the room. She could see Tael naked and splayed on a low bed, and the healed scars over his chest. He was tied up with leather shackles, but to her relief, she could see that he was still alive. His eyes frantically glanced back and forth in horror from Sebine to tens of tall, spindly shadow figures shambling towards her in the darkness of the laboratory.
Despite her spell of illumination, the shadow figures were unaffected, and tendrils of darkness lapped out from their black cores at the light, licking and consuming the power, causing them to strengthen in size as they advanced. An immense coldness came quickly over her finger where the Ring of Galdora was, and an iciness spread up her arm and into her heart in a chilling embrace. She realized that the creatures were draining her magical power from the light spell. She instantly cast a spell of heat on a candle near the bed, and the room went dim as she eliminated the light spell. She gasped, feeling heat pouring back
Flying back to the mountain, he knew they would live to find the protection of the dwarven city, at least until Magrad fell to the draenyx army...
Chapter Ten
SEBINE REALIZED SHE had to exploit her advantage against the witch while her back was still turned. The witch opened the door with a silver key that flared runes along the edge. If Sebine moved to follow the woman through the door, she was certain she would be discovered. And then it would merely be a magical melee, one that Sebine feared she would lose due to her inexperience in dueling magicians. Out of fear for having her spell reflected back onto herself, for she had heard of spells of reflection, and the casting of wards on oneself (a skill she'd never learned), she cast a weak testing spell which shoved Jesmia against the steel door.
With her back braced against the wall, all Sebine felt was a force pushing her chest, causing the stones to dig into her shoulder blades. The young witch stumbled but quickly recovered, and pivoting around, she prepared to strike.
"Who dared attack me?" the witch hissed, and flared out a burst of light to reveal Sebine cowering in the corner of the room.
But it was too late, for Sebine cast the stunning spell and the woman froze, her long arms stretched out in preparation for casting another spell. For a second Sebine consider hurling the witch against the door and knocking her unconscious, but caution told her to cast the boiling spell on the woman's brain. Blood exploded in a gruesome shower from her eye sockets and mouth and nostrils, and a line of blood dribbled down her earlobe as the witch crumpled to the ground in a heavy heap.
Sebine smiled to herself, remembering how the witch had looked at Tael with lust in her eyes, and had commanded her to leave Lord Oberon's chamber with such a dismissive expression. The witch got what she deserved. Especially considering all the atrocities she had done to the addicts outside...
After she strode over and bent down next to the witch's body, she retrieved the silver key from the pool of blood expanding underneath the woman. Jesmia had been both beautiful and seductive, and it was no wonder that old man Oberon was taken in by her charms. But now her face looked like a rag doll that's been chewed by a dog.
Inside the laboratory she heard the scraping sound of many feet shuffling towards her and she went still. For what dark purpose did the witch use the severed heads in her laboratory? Fear pounded her heart and her breathing went shallow as she cast a spell and raised the light slowly in the room. She could see Tael naked and splayed on a low bed, and the healed scars over his chest. He was tied up with leather shackles, but to her relief, she could see that he was still alive. His eyes frantically glanced back and forth in horror from Sebine to tens of tall, spindly shadow figures shambling towards her in the darkness of the laboratory.
Despite her spell of illumination, the shadow figures were unaffected, and tendrils of darkness lapped out from their black cores at the light, licking and consuming the power, causing them to strengthen in size as they advanced. An immense coldness came quickly over her finger where the Ring of Galdora was, and an iciness spread up her arm and into her heart in a chilling embrace. She realized that the creatures were draining her magical power from the light spell. She instantly cast a spell of heat on a candle near the bed, and the room went dim as she eliminated the light spell. She gasped, feeling heat pouring back
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