Magos closed off the door way and drew a long dagger from a shin gaurd on his right leg. He closed his eyes to focus "earth aura" a spell to seek movement around the caster. One no two, the number of potential enemies grew to fourteen. An arrow flew towards him as he kneeled, only slightly dodging it. Slamming his open palm against the ground he shouted out an area of effect enchantment "Tectonic prison" a higher level version of earth bind, stone and rock spears summoned forth from the ground impaling five of the targets. The others seemed to since the attack coming and were able to dodge. Magos heard them shouting. They didn't know who they were attacking, so his earlier hunch was correct. Only fools like these bandits would attack someone in the forest of Silva. Casting "wall of stone" he blocked eight more arrows. Bandits or assassins, he had to kill them. The air began pulling to his left hand, a since of dread filled his heart as the air around him became stail and hard to breathe. One of these bastards knew some dark magic. Magos had to close the distance fast. High level Dark magic took time to cast, he jumped into a sprint towards the source of pressure, he just reached the tree line when a bright black and purple light filled his vision. Magos opened his eyes and for better or worse he was still alive, better because he wasn't dead worse because he was completely frozen. He could do nothing as men began to approach him. A man clad in a black cloak stood before him. A dark wooden staff in his left hand and a small dagger in his right. His features were ugly and deformed, he must have dabbled in a dark ritual far to powerful for him to control. A wicked smile revealed rotten teeth as he spoke. "You fools believe you can protect that winch forever. The demon sect wishes her death, my lord Tenebris has sent me to fulfill this wish, and I Shall not fail my Lord."
Heat from a blazing inferno filled Magos's left shoulder as the tip of the dagger pierced his leather armor and entered his flesh. The fool must not have known how his spell worked. Due to outside interference Magos was released from the spells effect lunging forward with his right hand extended he grabbed the casters neck. Fighting through the pain He began to reach for his own dagger but froze once more. His body became limp and he fell to the ground unable to fight gravity's power over him. His eyes fell on the blade in his shoulder. "Yes, as you suspect it is poison. Of course you won't die right away, instead you will watch as we torture the Queen and ultimately send her to her death". Magos began to struggle with all his might reached for a pouch on his belt. He stopped when he noticed his breath was visible. The air became cold and damp, Frost formed around his wound. The dome split and Her highness stepped forward with tear filled rage. "Ice lance" a high tier magic spear formed above her and shot forward, as if time slowed to a crawl for everything but her attack. The spell struck its target with devastating power instantly freezing the mage but it wasn't over; a second spell was triggered. The spear shattered and "Ice needles" took effect, the bandits had no chance of dodging this.
Kiyara and the others struggled to lift the stone door. She could feel Meetra's life fading, they struggled in vain. it was weakened by age but the unknown lock spell on the door could not be broken with brute strength. Taking steps backward until 10 feet separated her from the door. She stretched her hands out towards the door. Mentally preparing herself for the back lash of her most powerful spell. Lightning bolt was a simple spell that anyone with fire and wind aptitude could cast. Unlike other lower ranked spells in its category it could be charged for a period of time sapping its casters mana, it could be far more powerful than even high tier attack spells. Kiyara's high reserves of mana ment she could charge the spell to a devastating degree. Closing her eyes a large blue magic circle begun to form in front of her hands, symbols of an ancient forgotten language appeared within the circle. Electricity surged around her body as a second and third magic circle appeared. The soil around her feet steamed and boiled as her skin began to burn as if she stood merely feet away from a volcano entrance. She faught the pain as the preparation finished. The S Tier spell "Grand lightning bolt" shot fourth, "barrier of divine protection" was cast to protect the others from the bolts extra ability "Chain reaction". Even before the bolt made contact the large door was shattered like a stone thrown through a window. Upon contact the chunks were turned to dust and ash. Lightning streamed and danced across the room walls and ceiling. The dust that filled the air outside the barrier crackled in flashes of blue. Even within the barrier, pure earth like air turned stale and smelled like bread left in an oven for far to long. Using wind magic to clear and clean the open space took only minutes, Minutes Kiyara's burning flesh did not have. Mikahel one of the healers of the familia rushed towards the dancing flames within the dust. If this cavern had been smaller they would have all died in a large explosion. The face covering he wore did not protect him from the smell of burning flesh. Slowing to a walk as he closed in on her position his child like beautiful features twisted in horror. The red hot smoldering crater her collapsed body rested in was like freshly melted glass waiting for the craftsman. Mikahel stepped forward feeling the heat rising through his boots. He stood horrified next to her body. Kneeling down. Tears filled his eyes as he put out the flames. He could not picture the smiling face of Kiyara while looking at this dark husk in front of him. Extending his shaking hands over her. He knew for sure he could not revive the dead. He drew his hands back but hesitated when the light sound of a breath being taken rung out in his head. He nearly screamed as he spoke the commands of "Superior Holy Restoration". A spell he learned with his brief time at the holy church's academy. The reason he did not stay with the church quickly became apparent as his mana began to run out. Looking at her face, destroyed and unrecognizable. He closed his eyes and his memories flooded his mind.
Kiyara and Meetra stopped at the entrance to the nearly abandoned border town of Netun. The night air blew the smell of a slaughter house into their nostrils. Meetra's face curled in discomfort. She covered her nose and mouth with her hand. "Kiyara are you sure we can buy climbing equipment here, I don't think we should even be here?" Meetra's eyes dotted to bodies laying against building and homes. The stench was unbearable Meetra thought. "This town was once a trading hub for adventurers and merchants crossing the north mountain. Which just so happens to be our next destination. So yes I think we can buy what we need here. It's sad though this area was hit pretty heard by the demon lords blood plague. Breath through your nose and don't get to close to any of the bodies." Meetra let out a shriek, " Blood plague? Are we going to die, I'm to young waaaa!" Slapping Meetra in the back of the head Kiyara shushed her, "Have some common courtesy". "Most of these people starved from no trade coming through. We'll be fine, the sound of an angry crowd could be heard gaining strength as they closed in on the town square. They looked on as a crowd surrounded a young boy tied to a wooden post. Beaten and bloodied he sobbed as the villager he had been sent to aid were preparing to burn him at the stake. Kiyara could hear someone at the front yelling about evil magic and how it would kill them all. It was obvious to Kiyara what was happening here. She nearly vomited at the site of similar smoldering poles throughout the town square. She had to put an end to this tragedy, she had to save the boy. Stepping forward, Meetra grabbed Kiyara's arm. "What do you think you're doing, we need to get out of here". Kiyara looked at her knowing she was right, "I can't let this happen, not again". Shaking loose Kiyara entered the crowd and moved towards the front. She stepped past the seeming leader of the group. She didn't know healing magic and only had one potion. She pushed her thoughts away as she mumble it wasn't a waste. At the same time Meetra had climbed onto a building adjacent to Kiyara, She loaded her crossbow. Silence had fallen over the mob as Kiyara tried to give the potion to the boy. though He could not drink, She removed a small knife from a sheath on her hip and began cutting his bindings. In anger the leader grabbed a torch from another villager and thrusted it at Kiyara. In that moment a bolt lodged itself into the ground at his feet. Members of the mob ran. "You're witch's helping this devil, we'll call the Inquisitors and....." Kiyara pulled the boy down as tears ran down her cheeks. Holding him she snapped her attention to him cutting him off mid sentence. "I might be a witch but if you people want a monster then look in the mirror". The villagers began to disperse as the realization of what they had done set in. The man looked around him realizing he was loosing support. "No, we have to burn the witch's to survive" he lunged at Kiyara with hate in his eyes. He did not make it more than a full step when the pain coming from his right leg overwhelmed him. A bolt protruded from both sides of his leg. A shot Meetra's father would have been proud of. Groaning in he cried out for help as the square was cleared. Kiyara set the bottle of potion next to the man. She lifted the boy up in her arms and started walking away. "You filthy witches"!! She ignored him continued walking away.
Mikahel opened his eyes and gently smiled at Kiyara. Casting a spell you did not have control or mastery over had many drawbacks like what had happened to happened to her. Casting a spell for which you did not have the mana gathering skill cost something different. A caster could continue to cast the spell via life transfer. An he was feeling the effects, it been nearly 40 seconds but only now was the spell making visible effect on her body. Flesh became recognized. How ever the effects of life transfer was taking a heavy toll has his vision started to shake, h iui s hearing became weak and his heart rate slowed. He started sweating and bleeding from the nose. Mikahel had put everything he had into this. He had to save her but knew he couldn't stay awake much longer. As darkness closed in and he accepted he would give his life for hers. A second pair of hands entered the remainder of his vision. A third pulled him away, and laid him on the ground. "are you alright, that was pretty reckless you dummy".