Lucas' second Scorching Paradise had devoured and incinerated most of the remaining bandits since there were no magicians to counter it.
Lucas slowly walked over to Julius, putting a hand on his shoulder. Julius could hear light pants emerging from Lucas.
The bandits were no longer rowdy but nervous and concentrated on the battle before them.
Only around 3 of the bandits were left excluding Viktah.
Lucas and Julius looked at each other with uncertainty.
Lucas rubbed his eyes tiredly.
"Take care of those bandits, I'll take care of the boss."
Julius nodded slowly.
Soon, Lucas rushed off straight into Viktah.
"Crash through in flames."
"Flame Dash."
Lucas blasted forth, covered in deathly orange flames, he swiftly left Julius' view to enter his own battle.
Julius looked at his own opponents.
3 bandits, two carried axes and one carried a crossbow. They were all more or less uninjured.
Julius aimed his revolver at one of the axe-men swiftly.
Just as Julius was about to shoot one of the axe men with his revolver he saw a silver reflection under the moonlight. His instincts screamed at him.
In the flicker of the moment, Julius squatted, and soon a rapid bolt of iron blasted through the space where he had just been.
The singular cross-bow bandit had almost killed him in one go with a silent shot.
Julius couldn't even be scared or frightened due to the null-point that had been cast on him.
Julius aimed his revolver at the cross-bow bandit tediously. Although he wanted to shoot his shot, he barely had any aim and it was a mystery how he had hit the other bandit's earlier with such effortlessness.
Julius' ears twitched. He heard a gust of wind behind him. Someone was behind him. Julius felt killing intent rupture from his spine. Someone was clearly behind him and ready to kill.
Julius was driven forth by his instincts.
"Soleil."
Julius imagined a light so blinding that not even night could strip it of its power.
And the magic returned his favor.
A wild blazing light formed, the bandit lurking behind Julius was hit with a huge searing pain in his eyes as light invaded his eyes and exorcized his vision until he became temporarily blind.
The bandit carrying a dagger behind Julius groaned in agony as his eyes burned as if they had been dipped into a pool of molten lava.
Julius instantly put the gun to the chest of the bandit during his time of peril.
Now he needed no aim.
Julius pulled hard with his fingers on the trigger of the gun.
Bang.
Blood spurted all over Julius. The bandit fell to the ground slowly. Julius still only felt numb.
As Julius turned around the remaining bandits were 3 meters away from him.
Julius cursed. They were charging for him ruthlessly.
The air by Julius' side whistled tediously.
BOOM.
A disastrous arrow of fire split through all the bandits instantly. Their bodies were torn apart by the flaming savior that flew by with class.
Julius' hair was blown back wildly from the force of the fire arrow.
Julius had lost his breath. He looked back to where Lucas was.
Lucas was still fighting Viktah.
Viktah coated his blade in some strange thick red energy, and as calm as an emotionless object, Viktah slashed outwardly. Allowing a destructive slash of red energy to charge at Lucas wildly.
And there he saw Lucas blocking the hit by covering his body in some strange elusive wind barrier. Lucas looked like an apostle of wind.
Lucas met with the destructive red slash and for a moment all seemed well.
Boom.
But the force of the attack sent Lucas flying off the mountainside, into a deep dark abyss that was lurking below.
Moments before.
"Flame Dash."
Lucas, his feet engulfed by red flames, dashed straight into Vitkah. Using the built-up power Lucas tried to get a solid flame explosion to activate near Viktah's face.
Viktah merely responded by using his sword to attempt to slash Lucas in half. Viktah's body was covered in a faint red aura that looked like flames it boosted his physical abilities tremendously.
Lucas used the flames to rise, an explosion occurred and he was now several feet in the air, away from Viktah's blade.
As he began to fall, Viktah coated his blade in a dense thick red energy. Viktah attempted to do a heavy slow slash at an upward angle but Lucas was far too agile and slippery.
Lucas muttered words whilst he was in the air.
"Wind tunnel."
Mana lurked below Lucas.
Like a dancer, Lucas spun down and he landed on the ground instantly with the aid of wind.
Viktah's eyes were now scanning an empty sky in the midst of the battle.
Lucas prepared two spells simultaneously using incantations.
"Anti-Aura."
A dangerously red magic circle spun before Viktah, the red aura surrounding him was blown back into the atmosphere where it faded away. His flawless protection vanished tracelessly and Lucas now had a strong attack upcoming.
"Push my enemies back into the line beyond the horizon."
"Wind Palm"
A whirring silver magic circle formed in Lucas' right hand.
With a strong smirk, Lucas shoved his magical right hand straight into the area of Viktah's chest which wasn't being covered in a red veil of protection.
Boom.
Viktah was thrown off the mountainside by the force of the close-range wind blast.
Lucas let out a frail smile. With this, he had bought a bit of breathing space. Now it didn't feel like he was fighting a losing battle.
Viktah sighed.
His faint red aura returned and he pulled his sword arm back.
In one powerful movement, he thrusted with the aid of aura and the sheer force propelled him back up onto the mountain-side.
He landed on two feet and looked at Lucas dreadfully.
Lucas had already prepared another spell in meager anticipation of Viktah's return.
"Glacier Maelstrom Combination."
Lucas' face had gone grey from mana exhaustion.
He placed two hands before himself.
Soon a huge crystallized glacier of ice rapidly formed and crashed toward Viktah.
Viktah leaped over it with the physical amps gifted from his aura cloak. His teeth gritted due to the concerningly low temperatures that had manifested in the area due to Lucas' ice magic.
Mana had been building up for a while in the air above Viktah.
The second part of Glacier Melstrom Combination activated, and soon a sea of ice pegs rained down with incredible sharpness aiding them unto Viktah.
Viktah blocked hundreds but was still pierced by a lucky few. Blood shot down from where he was hit. His blade formed sparks as it clashed with hundreds of ice pegs.
Within the storm of falling ice, Viktah was still invincible as he danced his way toward Lucas masterfully as he continuously struck ice pegs during his dance.
A river of sparks crashed about as Viktah danced his way to Lucas masterfully.
"You were strong, boy. Allow me to show you what you were really up against."
Lucas looked up with dead eyes. He had barely any mana left from using so many destructive spells. He was just a boy after all.
Viktah breathed out heavily.
Lucas gathered up all of his left-over mana in an attempt to save himself.
"Repel and protect, sacrifice the neck."
"Wind Guardian's Spirit."
Lucas was covered in strong, reluctant wind. With this, he could probably survive a few more attacks.
Viktah yelled out his own attack.
"Red Demon's Reign."
Viktah drew his blade to his right coldly, attempting to cut Lucas in half swiftly.
Lucas tried a last-ditch attempt.
"Pierce thou in hell's atrocities."
"Fire arrow."
Lucas tried to send a fire arrow blasting toward Viktah rapidly.
BOOM.
It shot through the air violently, leaving behind a trail of the devil's embers.
Viktah dodged it easily by side-stepping to the left rapidly and then released his blade attack upon Lucas mercilessly.
"Farewell, boy."
Shing.
The scene was split into two horizontally by a resounding slash of red.
The two forces collided.
Viktah momentarily became a demonic red blur in the night.
Viktah jammed his blade into Lucas, and his blade flourished as it sent a huge force into Lucas' small boyish body.
Lucas and Julius had a split-second of eye contact before Lucas was sent flying back from the sheer force of the collision.
Boom.
Julius blinked twice.
And Lucas was no longer within the view of his two weak eyes.
Julius looked on with a face that looked like it had been coated in chalk.
If there wasn't a way to know that Lucas had died well it was that...
Null point was deactivated.
All of Julius' emotions returned like a crashing tide. His face turned in an uneasy green mixed with red. His hands trembled. He could feel every pang of pain in his body unleashing itself.
Soon Viktah got up and began walking over to Julius.
"You are not an exception to death."
Julius aimed the gun at Viktah, he still had 3 bullets.
His finger coiled around the trigger like a serpent.
Julius allowed his finger to pull back hard with no rejoice.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
Viktah deflected all the bullets easily with his sword. A small few sparks bounced off his blade with each deflection.
Clang.
Clang.
Clang.
As he arrived right before Julius, he rose his blade calmly.
He had never chosen his bandit group, they had just decided to follow him.
Nevertheless, he was feeling rather sad. At the end of the day, they just needed some horses to sell for food. If they couldn't have sold the horses they would've eaten them.
Viktah had never wanted to kill a boy and nor had he wanted all of his men to die to the grip of flames and iron.
Just as his sword began to swing down, all Julius could hear was the crackle of flames.
And before he knew it, a sea of flames was unleashed like a flame-thrower, devouring Viktah's figure in a destructive manner.
Julius looked back, a huge flamethrower of beastly orange flames were being sent out from the staff of a strange man.
The strange man had the image of a wizard. No. Like an actual wizard. He had a pointy wizard hat, blue robes, and a long grey beard. His face was wrinkly and his eyes were of a majestic purple.
He looked at Julius with a sly grin revealing pearly white teeth.
"Well, aren't you wasting all that potential of yours?"
Viktah had been burnt to a crisp. Lucas and Albert had died.
And that was all the Old Man had to say?
Well, nothing really mattered anyways. Because Julius, tired and exhausted fell to the ground in a slump, the Old Man hit his staff on the ground and a silver circle rapidly spun under Julius' body. Soon Julius was picked up by the wind before he could hit the ground.
The old wizard merely let out a wry smile.