Whitlock's feet suddenly began regenerating as his skin turned a ghostly pale white. I wondered what kind of sorcery they were attempting to use.
"You still haven't gotten to the Axolotl, brother. Shame, let's blitz this guy anyway." Whitlock taunted as their weird metamorphosis was completed.
They relatively looked the same but they had weird attributes. They both had grey tails and Whitlock had fluffy ears.
[A/N: Unfortunately, my MC doesn't know what lizards or Axolotls are yet, the various attributes of these two are what the brothers acquired.]
Christopher was taking quite a long time to recover from such simple hits, but it turns out that was not the point, he was preparing something tremendous.
He randomly cackled out loudly then ripped the right sleeve of his regal attire and plunged his entire arm into the ground like it was sand and multiple spikes emerged from the ground around where the brothers were stationary.
He pulled out his arm and it was scratched and scarred all over from the method of attack, it turned out that the brothers were quick enough to dodge the attack but Christopher didn't seem like he intended to stop there.
He began stamping his feet on the ground like crazy and in every location that the brothers escaped to more spikes emerged.
Whitlock was swinging his spear and generating wind currents to break some of the rocks in close calls and Zane managed to do the same using Cyclonic Disturbance.
"Go." Whitlock screamed at us and we took his orders immediately.
As I ran with the others deeper into the cave I looked to my right and found Madden smiling psychotically at me.
"It's almost time." She said in voice that sounded overly familiar to me even though I was sure I had heard that voice before.
POV -----> Madden
"It's almost time." I told the Hero running alongside us villains.
The exact same hero that has given me such a reason to live, this vile hero.
"You can talk!!?" He said in shock as we ran far from the ensuing battle between the brothers and the obstacle.
"You really don't recognize me?" I asked as I kept running.
The evil hero's little friend seemed to have noticed my hostility and attempted to attack me. But that wouldn't work.
"Ohh, no." I quietly reprimanded her and snapped my fingers and then my Familiar ran in and grabbed a hold of Anastasia's head to stop her from attacking me.
"Ashy, thank you for that. Start the ritual." I said and then abruptly sat on the floor in a meditation position.
Ashford tossed Anastasia straight into the evil hero and with a few movements he enclosed them in a swirling Wind Prison.
I raised my hand and blocked every opening Around us to hold out every distraction while my familiar was a gatekeeper.
"What is this!?!" The evil hero yelled out in dismay.
'Could it be that he really forgot?' I thought to myself.
"Well then, I guess I have to remind you. As much as I hate to see those things again, I think it would be best if you knew."
"Knew what!?!" He screamed as he banged his clenched fist against the swirling Wind Prison with his unconscious partner in his hands, the quick swirls were like a razor and they ripped and shredded his skin but he seemed to not care and he kept on.
As an adept Witch, things like this were easy for me, I drew a Sorcerer's circle into the ground with a twig.
"Forceful Memory Retention." I said, activating a Useful Sorcery Variant for Memory Exploitation.
And then our worlds went blank.
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A Tale I have put together for the Vile Hero, in case he forgot so easily.
The tale told and understood from a third person perspective, the tale of how the Evil Hero started all of this.
That day he descended, like an angel willing to scatter blessings to the laudation of his master.
His crimson wings made the winds dance and the moonlight reflected off of them in the most transcendent way. He looked like a tranquil deity.
With long and royally styled black hair carried dreamily by the wind and twinkling purple eyes anyone could mistake this demon for an angel.
On our small town at the edge of the fifth Continent of our globe, the Evil Hero Azur finally arrived at the docks where our town's primary income earning career is performed. Humble fishing.
"You there!" Azur yelled to an old man as soon as he made contact with the wooden dock.
"Direct me to the head of this wretched settlement, I would like to speak to him." He added as the elderly man turned around.
"Who is asking?" The old man replied in an annoying frail voice, he was none other than the mayor of this small and poor fishing town.
Everyday he went and looked into the polluted water and returned to his lonely home by night, today was no different.
"A Defender." Azur answered in an equally annoying voice.
"Defender ey? What's a Defender of the Elbakor Federation doing here? We can't even afford 'em if we wanted." The old geezer replied and kept walking down.
"A fine young man like you shouldn't be here, you could get robbed." The geezer added and staggered away, while Azur followed to his dismay.
"Rob me? Impossible" Azur laughed at the thought under his breath.
"This is a good start. You don't know me and I don't know you. I take it you are the guy I am looking for. Where can I find this Crypts guardian?" Azur said, following the man gently.
"You listen here you delusional and ignorant kid! Take your fairy tales of guardians and dreams of loot out of here, we are poor. There is nothing to extort here, you Defenders have done enough!" The geezer turned around and reprimanded Azur like he was a child.
After a brief period of silence Azur's veins started pulsing around his forehead in anger as his weird Energy began to slip and create a crimson aura that sizzled like flame.
Without a second of further hesitation, he grabbed onto the back of the geezer's head and mercilessly lifted him off the ground.
"Ignorant!? You don't even know me and you think I came here to steal from you. Who is more ignorant!?" He roared.
Even the geezer could feel the tremendous energy clump that was attacking him, he twisted and turned to try to escape Azur's grip but to no avail.
He conjured flames into his palm, the very palm he was using to hold unto the geezer mayor and he blasted it forward.
The flames got hotter and hotter with every passing second and eventually, after ravaging the geezers head like a starving tiger it ended.
The sweltering geezer was dropped to the floor, lifeless and scorched before he could collect his last thought.
"Guess I did get rusty; my flames aren't hot enough. Athena, create Mission." He weirdly said.