"What the hell are we going to do? We can't let them see the Werewolves," Miller exclaimed with a mix of concern and confusion. The urgency in his voice mirrored the impending danger of the approaching Anti-Meta Human Officers.
Victor's face remained determined, but there was a hint of exhaustion in his eyes. "There's one thing I can do, but it will completely drain me of my strength for now, until I finally recover."
Miller's concern grew, and he asked, "What's that? Please, Victor, we don't have much time!"
As the sound of the Anti-Meta Human Officers grew louder, even Victor, who was just a human, could hear their hastening steps. Time was running out, and they needed a plan.
Without wasting another second, Victor chanted, "alalakahazam!" His voice boomed, and he raised his staff above his head, striking the floor with a swift motion.
The magical staff trembled in his grip, and a brilliant white light started to emanate from its core, seeping into the floor. The entire room was bathed in an intense glow, revealing Victor's true prowess as a skilled magician. Miller could feel the energy shift around him, but it was not just him—every werewolf that was chained felt the effects as well.
A wave of weakness washed over Miller, and his body felt as if it were disintegrating. He struggled to stay conscious, but his mind remained aware. The same happened to the werewolves, all becoming weaker by the second.
In the midst of their waning strength, it happened. In a blinding flash of light, they were gone. Teleported to an unknown location, away from the approaching threat. The magic had worked, but at a great cost.
Miller's vision blurred, and his senses felt hazy as he tried to grasp the situation. They were safe, at least for now, but the toll on their bodies was evident. Victor, too, looked fatigued, but there was a glimmer of relief in his eyes. He had managed to protect the werewolves and Miller from the impending danger, using a power that pushed him to his limits.
As they took a moment to regain their bearings, the reality of their situation sank in. They were in an unfamiliar place, far from the school, and surrounded by an aura of magical residue.
"I hope this was worth it," Victor muttered, his voice strained but filled with determination. "We bought some time, but we can't stay here for long. We need to find a safe place to recover and plan our next move."
Miller nodded weakly, his trust in Victor reaffirmed. They were in this together, facing a world filled with danger and mystery. But one thing was certain—they would do whatever it took to protect their friends.
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BANG!
The doors to the room had just been broken into two by an Anti-Meta Human Officer. All the Anti-Meta Human Officers had just arrived and Miller, the Werewolf and Victor were no longer there.
"What's that" Something caught the eyes of an Anti-Meta Human.
"Sir Bradley" One of the Anti-Meta Human called Bradley Stones and thus drew his attention.
Bradley looked at what the Officer pointed and to his amazement, he saw what he had never seen before. It was a chain emitting blue light and the chains were alive and stood like a Cobra. It was thesame chain that Miller had used to handcuff the Werewolves. A piece of it was detached from the whole that was with Miller and was on the floor and didn't Teleport with them.
"Get Ready Anti-Meta Human Officers, Magic does exist. We are about to face the greatest fight of our lives. It's Magic." He said.
The entire Anti-Meta Human Officers dashed towards the chains. The chains duplicated themselves numerous time and fought with them like a living thing.
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Victor had finally gained strength and he decided to Teleport them back to the school premises.
ZIP!
They had arrived. Victor Immediately fell on the floor. He was extremely weak. Miller clearly understood this and didn't disturb him. Victor had explained to him earlier that whenever he does the teleportation spell, he gets weaker, really weaker. They had teleported close to the School Library. They were in the bare open space.
Miller was scared that maybe an Anti-Meta Human Officers might see them and ask them why they are outside during this Curfew period and kill them.
All the Werewolves were still chained, although the Poles that the Second Year Students had been chained to where no longer there..The Magical chains Immediately attached themselves to the ground.
The growling of these Werewolves seemed louder than usual. This was due to the fact that this place was quiet, extremely quiet, due to the curfew imposed. Looking at them Miller was happy that he had finally got his Job done.
Miller saw the Werewolves' life as a curse. The thought of him changing into a monster every Full Moon was something he wouldn't like to Experience. The thought that he had to be chained every Full Moon for his entire life.
With all this thoughts in his head, Miller sat down on the bare floor with his legs folded. The floor had little to no grass. This is when Miller noticed something and he decided to ask the System.
"Why don't i feel weak after fighting these Werewolves" Miller asked the System.
"The truth is, Miller as a Throsk'Bok you don't need Food, Sleep or rest, you are mostly not dependent on anything except for one." The System said. "The reason why you still rest, sleep and get hungry is because you have not levelled up totally. The more you level up, your STAMINA points increase, you would become better. Don't worry about the thing a Throsk'Bok is dependent on or as some would say it's curse or weakness. The System had been able to prevent it for now, until it is triggered by an external force or factor."
"So what is my weakness as a Throsk'Bok" Miller asked.
The System didn't reply; It was clear it didn't want to tell Miller. Miller, on the other hand wasn't that concerned, he wasn't interested to know his Weakness, since the System said it had prevented it for now. He knew he was safe and thus didn't persuade further.
Miller suddenly started feeling a soft breeze on his face and he started to hear the words:
"It's time."
"We are given privilege and access."
"The ritual was practiced."
"Let's make the kill."
Miller looked at his left and right to see where the sound came from, but he saw nothing. Immediately the System's warning popped at his retina with red words:
[FIVE WRAITHS HAVE NOW LEFT THEIR REALM AND ARE ON EARTH (PRIME)]
[THE USER IS ADVISED TO RUN FOR HIS LIFE]
[REWARD: AN INSTANT LEVEL UP TO 10]
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