"Get ready!" Myron warned Zane and Slem. They were still running, but were going to reach the place where the Saint and the Grandmaster were fighting.
Zane extended his arm and signaled for Slem to slow down. He could feel the diary of Szal right around the corner, at the end of the street.
'Haah...' He sighed mentally as he steeled himself for what was about to come.
As soon as they reached the end of the street, they quickly turned left and were frozen in their tracks.
They saw two people in a distance before them, but their battle had already came to an end. The Saint was standing in front of the Grandmaster, who was kneeling down on one knee, looking at the Saint with heavy breaths.
The Grandmaster was in a terrible state. His clothes were battered, he had injuries all over his body and his mouth was dripping with blood. But although he was down on his knees supported by his sword dug on the ground, his aura and presence was filled with dignity befitting of Astrophel Lane, the Grandmaster of Arcturus.
"Disappoin....ting" The Saint spoke in a grotesque voice with pauses, looking down with his cold eyes towards the Grandmaster. He raised his hand up, ready to cut the head off of his body.
"No!" Myron clenched his teeth and another Myron appeared next to him. The Myron who just appeared rushed towards the Grandmaster and pushed him away, getting in the way of the Saint's attack. The Saint's hand slashed down and cut Myron's body into two, which then turned into azure particles and drifted away.
*Cough*
The Myron who was next to Zane coughed up a mouthful of blood. Before the Saint could react, Myron threw the waxed finger towards Zane and made another copy of himself, sending it towards the Saint once again.
"Charge the relic with your essence and attack!" He shouted out and ran forward, coughing up blood once again and making another clone. Originally, he was planning on using the relic himself, as he thought the Grandmaster would be battling the Saint, creating enough distraction for them.
But seeing the Grandmaster's state, he had to change his plans and step in. He couldn't charge the relic while using his
Myron was now creating clones of himself without stopping, and he got paler with every clone he created. The Saint was standing on the same spot, cutting down all the clones with a mocking grin.
Zane dashed forward and caught the relic in his hand. Opening his fist, he could see the relic, which looked like a rotting finger covered with wax. He frowned when he saw the relic, as he could feel a dangerous aura emitting from it. He felt nauseated from the aura and wanted to instinctively throw the finger far away.
But he stopped himself and glanced at the Saint's robe. Clenching his teeth, he began feeding the relic his essence, even though he was repulsed by the aura. "Give me 5 minutes..." Zane shouted at Myron.
Myron heard him, but couldn't respond as he was focusing on creating and controlling his clones. By the looks of it, it seemed he wouldn't even last 2 minutes. Seeing this, Zane turned towards Slem, "Slem, can you go and heal the old man?"
Slem looked at the Grandmaster before turning towards Zane and nodded. "Okay!"
"Okay, but be careful and don't let yourself be seen by that monster." Zane reminded Slem in a serious tone. Nodding his head once again, Slem turned his whole body into green slime and slithered towards the Grandmaster like a snake.
Zane focused back on feeding the relic his essence. He closed his eyes and clenched his teeth, feeding the relic his essence even though he could feel the rejection.
The relic was slightly rejecting Zane's essence as it was a relic of the Church of Nox. Unlike the relics made by relic engineers, It was a natural relic, created when the finger of an angel who betrayed Nox was cut off. As Zane was not a Seeker who carried Nox's essence, his essence was naturally being rejected by the relic. If it was a Seeker from the Sacred Order, the feeling they would get from the finger was not only of danger, but they would also feel something pleasant from it too.
But even though the relic was being difficult, Zane fed it his essence forcefully, charging it up slowly.
Myron fell down on the ground on all fours and vomited up a mouthful of blood. He tried to create a clone, but his essence was too low. Pushing down on the ground with his fist, he slowly stood up and stared at the Saint.
"Haha" The Saint laughed at Myron after cutting down the last of his clones. "Bug..." He pointed his index finger towards Myron and a ball of red light appeared in front of his finger. "Die!" A streak of red light shot towards Myron, but it went towards the side and exploded a building instead. Myron smiled as he looked towards the Saint, whose attack was interfered by the Grandmaster at the last moment.