Bastian lands outside the tavern several feet from the entrance. He stood face to face with the mages, who all held glowing spells in each hand, and the Necromancer who stood in the back watching.
"I'm afraid I cannot allow you proceed any further, my old friend." Bastian said, his aura slowly spreading from him as his old dark eyes turn golden.
The Necromancer watched without a word. He then lifts his right hand up slowly, causing the ground to shake around him. Hundreds of Skeletal hands began to sprout out of the ground him within minutes as they all climb up and join the mages. "I was worried my brother might've summoned a Demon Lord. I suppose I was right, though wasn't expecting it to be you. Bastian." The Necromancer then reaches up and pushes his hood back to reveal his face. His hair was short and dark brown with grey streaks on the sides. His face slightly angular but not as strong as Bastian's.
"I would bow to you, however, you killed My king." He stares the man down before mentioning his name. "Lord Jareth. I will not allow you any further."
"That is fine Bastian. The more we stand here, the further she'll get anyway. I just need to rid her of your power." Jareth points at him, giving the signal as all of his mages began to throw Magic spheres of ever type at the butler. The skeletons stood there shaking and chattering as each held a sword or axe.
Bastian holds his arm out and palm forward facing the mob, deflecting the orbs with his dark aura. The tavern behind him however, was taking damage. Orbs of magic pierced the building as sparks of electricity, fire, and every magic type penetrated it, then followed by screams.
"You may be able to protect yourself, but what about the people inside?" Jareth crosses his arms and watched.
Bastian listened to the screams then snapped his fingers, encasing the entire busted up tavern in his aura. Doing so left himself with very little protection.
In that instant, his senses protected him. His left hand had moved toward the sky, revealing a man in black armor and a greatsword the size and width of a pillar. "I must have gotten stiff from all these years. Lord Jereth, I shall show you no Mercy now." He grips the blade of the greatsword in his hand, shattering it and kicking his right leg up, sending the armored knight toward the sky.
Jereth still stood in the back watching with a smile, the Mages in front of him muttering to eachother. "I suppose a normal mage is useless against a Demon Lord then. Perhaps I should summon something better." He raised his hand again, his skeleton still surrounded him but the grown beneath them began to shake. Everyone in the town watched the scene play out as a single skeletal hand thrusts through the ground and pushes itself out. The skeleton was armored and wore rusted armor. On its left arm bore an ancient rusted shield. The skeleton stood in front of Jereth, the man who summoned it, and unsheathed a sword from its left hip. As it unsheathed the sword, the blade hummed with a bright light.
"You've summoned the first king, I see." The people of the town looked surprised but Bastian looked around to check his surroundings. If he could move this fight outside of town and away from the Princess, there would be no need to hold back. "I understand you like to show off, but how about we change the scenery?. I do not wish to damage any more of this town."
The ancient king rushes toward Bastian with its sword drawn, slicing at him as the butler steps back. Jereth thought about the question for a moment. "No. I want the people to see what I am capable of. To instill fear into my subjects. That is how you rule."
Meanwhile, the knight Fendwyr, carried Princess Celestyn in his arms as he sprints through the woods. His main goal was to clear distance through the forest then make his way to the town of Cliadel, the only Bastion the Elves need. After running for what felt like hours to him. He finally stops at a clearing where he could see Cliadel. They weren't too far now but he was worried about Bastian. He carries the princess and gently sits her down against a tree. Fendwyr unlatches the cloak attached to the pauldrons on his shoulders, and covered the princess to keep her warm. As he stood there staring out at Cliadel, a thunderous boom could be heard from the town they were just in. He glanced over to the princess as she was still passed out then looked back to Cliadel.
"That dammed woman…. Bastian and myself could have handled him together…." He leans against a tree across from her.
A few quiet moments pass as she wakes up. "Bastian…. Why…" she asked softly as the Raven swoops down and lands beside her, pecking at the ground. "My mother set this in motion when she sensed his rise… For now we have to get to Cliadel…"
Fendwyr looks down seeing her staring off into the distance. "You heard me… I'm sorry Princess.."
Princess Celestyn shook her head. "It's fine… I saw what happened, Fendwyr…"
Fendwyr went to speak, then stopped. There was no reason to question when her powers are beginning to grow stronger. "I see… You were able to project yourself…"
She stood up without a word and handed him his cloak back. Once he took it from her hands, she silently began to walk toward Cliadel. They could see the armored Bastion from where they stood but they could not see how many Elves stood among the walls. At each tower stood around ten heavily armed Elites guarding the border between Man and Elf.