Both of them were hesitant to leave him but then decided to just follow his lead. Arthas looked at them and thought about the explosion. Once they both reached a distance that would be good enough, he said to himself, "It's time," as he closed his eyes, recalling the feeling of using the spell that had killed the Amirite in the village.
The spell he learned from Nemesis, or rather borrowed, the spell that burned down his enemies and soon burned another one. Hopefully, this would lead to a satisfying ending and answer.
Soon, his body became hot, the surroundings turned red, and the air began to wave from the heat of the temperature that emanated from this power. It was hot enough to burn the wood beside him without touching it, turning it charred. The ground melted and slowly became a viscous substance.
In the next second, a light of fire descended from the heavens, or at least that's how it appeared from the outside. In reality, it was fire that chose to climb the heavens. The streak of fire reached high enough to match the height of the walls and possibly even bigger than his creatures.
Then, a massive chain of explosions occurred, and chaos descended from hell and chose to reside in the palace where the fight occurred. Torrents of strong winds and ear-deafening explosions encompassed the area with their pressure and strength as they passed through the streets with vigor and intensity.
It was a gamble. Arthas risked it all. He coated himself with his own spell, using incinerate as a kind of veil to protect him from the explosions, but it consumed his mana rapidly.
Unfortunately, it didn't go as he expected. While the explosions couldn't reach inside, he could still feel the aftermath. He was tossed around by the explosions.
It was as if they were playing basketball with Arthas as the ball. Blood came out of his mouth as he was hurled towards a wall that broke down.
Arthas's body was wracked with a wondrously painful sting that coursed through his body. It seemed he would once again experience another kind of harm.
His hands were shaking and his legs were stiff as he lay there, conscious but full of pain and regret.
'Fuck me! That was so dangerous. It was too late to realize what I had done. Shit, I should've thought it through.'
Although he still had all his limbs, he was quite numb from the event. He slowly got up on his feet.
'Damn, never place a large fire near that thing.'
He staggered with every step. Smoke engulfed everything, making him perceive nothing but dust and ash floating in the air.
"What happened? Is everyone okay? Hello, Moltar, Captain, are you still alive?" Arthas shouted.
"Yes, we both are. Are you?" Francis responded in a disgruntled voice.
"Somehow, yes. And look at that, quite amazing, isn't it?"
"If only it didn't come with the chance of us dying. Then yes, it's amazing."
The smoke began to dissipate, revealing two silhouettes. Slowly, they revealed Moltar and Francis with a cracked transparent shield in front of them.
"Jeez, don't be too harsh," Arthas smiled at them. "Besides, we got the result we wanted." He looked behind.
A wide area of violet smoke was gone. The explosions had made an offset of continuous explosions that eliminated it.
In the area where no smoke remained, Nemesis and Morpheus were there, gasping for air, bloodied, and with bloodshot red glowing eyes filled with killing intent.
They were both facing one direction, towards a large thick dense purple smoke. Both roared as the kingdoms echoed with the melodies of the ancient beast.
In return, a high-pitched hiss rang out. Blue glowing eyes, illuminated by the moonlight through the mist, and soon a large snake head emerged.
The sharp fangs of the Leviathan sought to end the battle.
Arthas and his company ran towards Nemesis and Morpheus. Looking at their condition, it was clear they couldn't continue fighting. They were covered in their own blood, scratches, and lacerations visible on their bodies.
Morpheus might have appeared okay, albeit covered in blood, but Nemesis looked pitiful, covered in wounds. A fire burned in his eyes, and smoke continued to emanate from him as he gasped for air.
"Hey, buddy, are you doing okay?" Arthas asked with a serious expression.
Nemesis responded with a short roar that conveyed he was fine, but Arthas knew he wasn't, and any further exertion could kill him. He glanced at the flashing red screen beside him.
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[DANGER!]
Current Summon Health:
Nemesis: 5%
Morpheus: 37%
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The snake emerged from the mist, its gaze menacing as it scanned the surroundings. Morpheus stepped forward, seemingly ready to battle the beast.
Moltar and Francis walked forward, determined to finish the beast off, to kill it once and for all.
"Both of you, what can you even do against that humongous beast? You probably look like ants in comparison," Arthas reached out his hand, signaling them to stop.
"Arthas, just because we're old doesn't mean we can't do anything," Francis laughed before unsheathing his sword. "Watch this, kid. This is how adults fight."
Moltar followed suit, bringing out his spear, prepared to fight the snake. His face was full of ferocious intent, ready to kill the snake by penetrating its head.
"I won't carry you all if you guys have a heart attack, alright? But carry on. I'm quite drained as well," Arthas walked back and sat down. "Nemesis, stay with me. Rest for a while. You did great, buddy."
Nemesis followed his lead and sat down beside him. As soon as he did, the ground trembled, sending Arthas flying and landing on his butt. He watched as Morpheus and the two men took on the dying snake.
'Who will win? Find out on the next episode of Arthas's Bizarre Adventures,' Arthas thought as he looked at both of them with anxiety, placing his hand to support his head.
"Just like the good old days, right Francis?" Moltar smiled as he looked at the monster in front of him, seemingly unfazed.
"Shut up, it's weakened. It's probably the only time we could kill it. Focus now." Francis responded with a grin. "But yes, the good times, when everything was in chaos.."
A bright light emerged from both of them. Radiance filled the atmosphere, and a warm, soothing strength began to dispel the exhaustion Arthas felt. The strong light reached Arthas, who was standing behind them.
'It isn't hot, it's just warm. What is this power? Magic? A strength power-up? Potions? Cheat codes?' Arthas's eyes widened as he looked at them with bewilderment.
The snake hissed at the sudden appearance of two grown men hunting it down. Morpheus seemed relaxed as the battle now reached its final stage.