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good as well,” said Durima. She brought her face closer to the bars, glaring at the Magical Superior. “Are you sure you want to imply that a god could possibly be at fault? That's dangerous territory, you know.”
The Magical Superior returned her gaze with a strong one of his own, despite his weak human body, and said, “My loyalty is first and foremost to the students of my school, who I have sworn to protect and defend at all costs. If your Master truly is a good god and has no ill intentions for us, then I will free you two personally. For now, you must stay there.”
“We still won't talk,” said Durima. “Neither of us will. You cannot make us.”
“I won't,” said the Magical Superior. “Neither will Yorak or Junaz. Instead, I will go and find out myself who your Master is and what he is planning to do here.”
“And how, may I ask, do you intend to do that?” said Durima. “Ask every single god in the Northern and Southern Pantheons until you find him? Seems awfully impractical to me, even for someone as magically-talented as you are.”
“Of course I am not going to use such an impractical, time-consuming method,” said the Magical Superior. “Instead, I am going to return to my study, where I will contact the only god who knows exactly what is going on at all times in every part of the world. Including who your Master is and what he is doing at this very moment.”
“Who is that?” said Durima.
“That is not information you need to know,” said the Magical Superior. “Though to be perfectly honest, I thought you would know, seeing as the god I am thinking of is by no means an obscure one.”
Durima took her claws off the bars of her cell and sat back. “So is that it? Just going to leave us here to rot until you find out who our Master is?”
“You are hardly going to rot,” said the Magical Superior. “You will simply remain down here until I get the information I need. Then I will decide whether to free you or not.”
Durima huffed. “Fine. But when Master comes here, looking for the mortal stupid enough to defy his will, I will make sure to point in the direction of your study.”
The Magical Superior opened his mouth, likely to say something stupid, but then the ceiling shook above their heads. The three mortals looked up as dust fell from the ceiling. Durima also looked up, as she had no idea what was causing the ceiling to shake.
“What's going on out there?” said Yorak. “Superior, is this normal or is it another explosion?”
“I don't know what it is, Yorak,” said the Magical Superior as the ceiling shook again. “We must return to the surface immediately. If it's another attack, then we have to make sure that our students are safe.”
The Magical Superior looked at Durima with hard eyes. “You and your friend stay put until we return.”
Durima held up her hands as another layer of dust fell and landed on her shoulders and head. “It's not like I can open the door and waltz on out, although rest assured that I would like to do so.”
The Magical Superior didn't seem happy about what she said, but he didn't push the subject. He went walking back in the direction they had came, with Junaz and Yorak following closely behind. Soon the entire catacombs was engulfed in the darkness from before, only this time, the ceiling shook and dust continued to fall with every tremor.
Oh, Master, Durima thought, wincing at a particularly violent shake. I just hope that whatever you've done, that it will not cause the ceiling to fall in on and kill us.
Chapter Five
A few minutes prior to the tremors …
D arek and Aorja sat on either side of Jiku's bed, looking at their friend, who still lay unconscious in the medical wing of the Arcanium. He lay underneath heavy blankets, which were white as snow, with the sheets pulled up to his chin. His chest rose and fell under the blankets, a sign he was breathing, that he was still alive, that he would survive.
It had only
The Magical Superior returned her gaze with a strong one of his own, despite his weak human body, and said, “My loyalty is first and foremost to the students of my school, who I have sworn to protect and defend at all costs. If your Master truly is a good god and has no ill intentions for us, then I will free you two personally. For now, you must stay there.”
“We still won't talk,” said Durima. “Neither of us will. You cannot make us.”
“I won't,” said the Magical Superior. “Neither will Yorak or Junaz. Instead, I will go and find out myself who your Master is and what he is planning to do here.”
“And how, may I ask, do you intend to do that?” said Durima. “Ask every single god in the Northern and Southern Pantheons until you find him? Seems awfully impractical to me, even for someone as magically-talented as you are.”
“Of course I am not going to use such an impractical, time-consuming method,” said the Magical Superior. “Instead, I am going to return to my study, where I will contact the only god who knows exactly what is going on at all times in every part of the world. Including who your Master is and what he is doing at this very moment.”
“Who is that?” said Durima.
“That is not information you need to know,” said the Magical Superior. “Though to be perfectly honest, I thought you would know, seeing as the god I am thinking of is by no means an obscure one.”
Durima took her claws off the bars of her cell and sat back. “So is that it? Just going to leave us here to rot until you find out who our Master is?”
“You are hardly going to rot,” said the Magical Superior. “You will simply remain down here until I get the information I need. Then I will decide whether to free you or not.”
Durima huffed. “Fine. But when Master comes here, looking for the mortal stupid enough to defy his will, I will make sure to point in the direction of your study.”
The Magical Superior opened his mouth, likely to say something stupid, but then the ceiling shook above their heads. The three mortals looked up as dust fell from the ceiling. Durima also looked up, as she had no idea what was causing the ceiling to shake.
“What's going on out there?” said Yorak. “Superior, is this normal or is it another explosion?”
“I don't know what it is, Yorak,” said the Magical Superior as the ceiling shook again. “We must return to the surface immediately. If it's another attack, then we have to make sure that our students are safe.”
The Magical Superior looked at Durima with hard eyes. “You and your friend stay put until we return.”
Durima held up her hands as another layer of dust fell and landed on her shoulders and head. “It's not like I can open the door and waltz on out, although rest assured that I would like to do so.”
The Magical Superior didn't seem happy about what she said, but he didn't push the subject. He went walking back in the direction they had came, with Junaz and Yorak following closely behind. Soon the entire catacombs was engulfed in the darkness from before, only this time, the ceiling shook and dust continued to fall with every tremor.
Oh, Master, Durima thought, wincing at a particularly violent shake. I just hope that whatever you've done, that it will not cause the ceiling to fall in on and kill us.
Chapter Five
A few minutes prior to the tremors …
D arek and Aorja sat on either side of Jiku's bed, looking at their friend, who still lay unconscious in the medical wing of the Arcanium. He lay underneath heavy blankets, which were white as snow, with the sheets pulled up to his chin. His chest rose and fell under the blankets, a sign he was breathing, that he was still alive, that he would survive.
It had only
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