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every inch of its metal section was coated in a fine layer of enchanted earth. Another shadehunter weapon, and now it was threatening to end Ugarte’s life.
This was the moment when Lemarick Novel said “Enough.”
The Name Of Novel
“Enough?” Baptiste asked, his face a mixture of amusement and rage, “You think you have a right to stop me Monsieur, when it was you that left me to die and be reborn as the beast I hate the most?”
Every word was true. Lemarick was the reason that Baptiste had fallen victim to Yannick’s bite. Had he known then that the bite would be one of transformation, Lemarick might have been kind enough to decapitate Baptiste’s body and prevent him from rising to existence again. As it was, Lemarick could do nothing to assuage his guilt at the sight of the pain and conflict in the hunter’s eyes, but no-one would stop him from saving Ugarte’s life.
“Protect yourselves,” Lemarick warned his friends.
Even as the words left his lips, the foundations of the opera house began to quake. Drawing every ounce of power that he could from the stars above, Lemarick channelled all his strength into the space beneath the orchestra pit, splitting the ground in two and shaking Baptiste and the body pile. In the hunter’s hesitation, Ugarte found her moment to escape, flying in a jet of air to Edvard’s arms, where he cradled her fiercely. But Lemarick didn’t intend to stop there.
The Populaire was full of bodies, both human and non. This kind of revelation would be bad enough coming from the panic-stricken mouths of those who had escaped the opera house moments ago. If bodies were found that confirmed their wild stories to be the truth, then every shade in Paris would be in danger as hunters like Baptiste came travelling in from all directions. The only solution was to bury the Populaire in the wake of a natural disaster, using every element in the shade’s arsenal to quake the earth beneath their feet.
Lemarick, Ed and Ugarte rose into the air as the walls of the opera house began to cave in. Baptiste tried to flee within the wreckage, turning left, right and centre as plaster and wood came splintering down in all directions, threatening to crush him. For a moment, Lemarick watched the terrified hunter gleefully as the sheer power of his feat coursed through his veins, but then a solitary moment of clarity interrupted his wrath. He lifted Baptiste clean out of the building, raising him to the same height at which he floated. The hunter hung in the air like a panicked doll, watching as the theatre came down in ruins all around him.
Lemarick retreated to the rooftop of the next building as he continued his tirade on the Populaire, forcing its gilded halls and brickwork to collapse deep into the ground. He pushed his powers to the limit to force the building downwards, until he found his ultimate target: the old remains of the gypsum mines under the hill. When the remaining earth broke through, the opera house ruins connected with the tunnels and sank with a sudden and violent force, becoming completely invisible at surface level. A white cloud of dust rose in the night sky as gypsum powder and smashed plaster collided.
The Populaire was no more.
“Always on rooftops,” Ed said, shaking his head at his friend.
Ugarte was still trembling in his arms some twenty paces away from where Lemarick stood. Baptiste, battered from his time in the wreckage, was clinging to an overhanging balustrade where Lemarick had dumped him during the destruction. Lemarick stood above him as the hunter struggled to climb back onto the safety of the rooftop and Baptiste paused as he met the shade’s eyes.
“Would you like some assistance, Monsieur?” Lemarick asked without a hint of joviality.
In a flip of gravity, Baptiste was off the railing and slammed hard into the flat roof. Lemarick rounded on him with wild grace, the wind kicking up at his back as he put his foot on the hunter’s chest.
“I
This was the moment when Lemarick Novel said “Enough.”
The Name Of Novel
“Enough?” Baptiste asked, his face a mixture of amusement and rage, “You think you have a right to stop me Monsieur, when it was you that left me to die and be reborn as the beast I hate the most?”
Every word was true. Lemarick was the reason that Baptiste had fallen victim to Yannick’s bite. Had he known then that the bite would be one of transformation, Lemarick might have been kind enough to decapitate Baptiste’s body and prevent him from rising to existence again. As it was, Lemarick could do nothing to assuage his guilt at the sight of the pain and conflict in the hunter’s eyes, but no-one would stop him from saving Ugarte’s life.
“Protect yourselves,” Lemarick warned his friends.
Even as the words left his lips, the foundations of the opera house began to quake. Drawing every ounce of power that he could from the stars above, Lemarick channelled all his strength into the space beneath the orchestra pit, splitting the ground in two and shaking Baptiste and the body pile. In the hunter’s hesitation, Ugarte found her moment to escape, flying in a jet of air to Edvard’s arms, where he cradled her fiercely. But Lemarick didn’t intend to stop there.
The Populaire was full of bodies, both human and non. This kind of revelation would be bad enough coming from the panic-stricken mouths of those who had escaped the opera house moments ago. If bodies were found that confirmed their wild stories to be the truth, then every shade in Paris would be in danger as hunters like Baptiste came travelling in from all directions. The only solution was to bury the Populaire in the wake of a natural disaster, using every element in the shade’s arsenal to quake the earth beneath their feet.
Lemarick, Ed and Ugarte rose into the air as the walls of the opera house began to cave in. Baptiste tried to flee within the wreckage, turning left, right and centre as plaster and wood came splintering down in all directions, threatening to crush him. For a moment, Lemarick watched the terrified hunter gleefully as the sheer power of his feat coursed through his veins, but then a solitary moment of clarity interrupted his wrath. He lifted Baptiste clean out of the building, raising him to the same height at which he floated. The hunter hung in the air like a panicked doll, watching as the theatre came down in ruins all around him.
Lemarick retreated to the rooftop of the next building as he continued his tirade on the Populaire, forcing its gilded halls and brickwork to collapse deep into the ground. He pushed his powers to the limit to force the building downwards, until he found his ultimate target: the old remains of the gypsum mines under the hill. When the remaining earth broke through, the opera house ruins connected with the tunnels and sank with a sudden and violent force, becoming completely invisible at surface level. A white cloud of dust rose in the night sky as gypsum powder and smashed plaster collided.
The Populaire was no more.
“Always on rooftops,” Ed said, shaking his head at his friend.
Ugarte was still trembling in his arms some twenty paces away from where Lemarick stood. Baptiste, battered from his time in the wreckage, was clinging to an overhanging balustrade where Lemarick had dumped him during the destruction. Lemarick stood above him as the hunter struggled to climb back onto the safety of the rooftop and Baptiste paused as he met the shade’s eyes.
“Would you like some assistance, Monsieur?” Lemarick asked without a hint of joviality.
In a flip of gravity, Baptiste was off the railing and slammed hard into the flat roof. Lemarick rounded on him with wild grace, the wind kicking up at his back as he put his foot on the hunter’s chest.
“I
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