Of the two combatants left in this catacomb, the only real threat now is the wizard. With the archer sufficiently bloodied and beaten, she would not pose a threat.
To end this quickly I formed multiple small icicles in mid-air. I then launched all of them forward, directly at the wizard.
However, the wizard saw this move and summoned a wall of green vines to block the icicles. He was able to block all but a few.
Yet these few were able to knock off his pointed hat and hit twice in his right arm!
The wizard winced in pain, using his free arm to cover up one of the wounds. He then began chanting something and his eyes now glowed green.
I do not know what he was doing, however, it cannot be good for me.
I used my new puppet to rush at the wizard, and while I was at it, I summoned a few more icicles to float behind my body.
When I was about to stab the wizard's chest I noticed something.
Firstly I noticed that the wounds he was covering were beginning to close up at an alarming rate.
And secondly, instead of an intended pierce through the chest, it was more like a slash.
This new body still refuses to kill its former friends to the bitter end. However, to the dismay of my newly acquired puppet, this wizard was going to die.
I then finally launched the icicles point-blank into the wizard.
Two pierced his brain, one for the heart, and a few more all around his body.
The room then became eerily silent, and the only noise that came after that silence was a loud thud of the wizard's cold dead body.
I then turned to look at the archer lying on the ground in wounds. Yet instead of showing pain from the wounds, it was fear. An overpowering and ever growing fear came from her face.
This didn't bother me at all, yet I could hear a faint scream of sobbing, begging me to stop. I thought it was the archer, yet her mouth never moved. She only moved her eyes to look at me when I slowly approached her, getting closer and closer.
The voice was still going on and on, then I recognized that voice.
It was the knight's voice, his mind was reaching to me. Trying to control me again, to stop my slaughter of his only remaining comrade.
Yet this task would prove impossible for the knight. I would never be controlled again, never a slave to the one who wields me, never again!
I finally approached the archer, bleeding on the ground. Her eyes stared into the puppet, her eyes only showed one emotion. Fear.
I lifted myself on top of her head, I would pierce her brain instantly killing her.
However, as an act of kindness to the puppet, I closed its eyes so it wouldn't see what was about to happen. I do not know why I did this, yet something within myself thought it was the best action.
Then in an instant, I thrust myself down, piercing her skull, destroying the soft tissue within, and killed the archer.
The killing was quick, effective, and possibly painless. Not that it would matter to me if it wasn't, besides it is not possible to try again.
I then felt tears from the eyes on the knight, the amount of control he was gaining back was frightening.
I took the knight's helmet and equipped it on the puppet's head.
This was so I needn't look at his face anymore, would cover up the wounds from the battle, and you should always equip your helmet when in battle.
Speaking of wounds, the body has seemed to gather a lot of them.
But that is something to address later, now freedom is calling to me. And it's in the form of a staircase.
When the foot of my puppet took its first step on the stairwell, I looked behind me at the battle that happened.
The bodies were still bleeding, the corpses showing many holes and slashes into them. Something tells me I will see this scenery a lot in the future.
I looked back to the staircase and began my ascent.
One hour later.
Whoever built my prison sure did make a long staircase to reach me. I wonder why they would make such a deep tomb for me.
Yet I can't think of the reason right now. For now, I just need to leave and be free from seeing the same dark grey-colored stone again and again.
Another hour passes.
Not much has happened in the past hour.
I learned an excruciating amount about the feeling of boredom, and that my puppet is getting weaker.
It probably is a mix of going up this staircase, and his wounds finally catching up with it. This however would not be a problem for me.
As I don't need the puppet alive to control it. At least, in theory, my thinking goes that I could use my magical affinity with ice to move the body once the former occupant of the body is gone.
Speaking of which, I can still feel the pull coming from the original owner of this body. I thought it would quiet down but it is still there, this would have to be dealt with.But for now, the staircase continues, and so does my ascent to freedom.
Thirty minutes later.
I stopped on one step when I saw something. The most beautiful thing I have ever gazed upon.
It was a single ray of sunlight.
My freedom was now closer.
I took a few more steps and more rays of sunshine appeared ahead of me.
I pulled my true self out with the puppet's hand and held myself at one of the rays. I gave a shine, an excellent shine. And even though I could not feel the sun's rays, it did not make the feeling any less wondrous!
I began to move forward again into the light, not caring to sheath myself. As I want to see the world with my own eye.
I ordered the puppet to run as fast as it could! And the higher I reached the exit, the more light hit my body.
Then, in an instant, I was out of the catacomb. And into the free world!