Lennox never took his helmet off to Sim. After Sim looked at it longer Lennox removed his helmet revealing light brown hair that reached his shoulders, deep blue eyes, and a strong nose. Sim could tell the man was strong due to his muscles, but he could also feel a hint of nervousness in him.
"While it is true we have runes and the elements to cling to…we also have psychic energy users like yours who balance the spirit used in the pentagram," Zina explained.
It was slowly coming back to Sim as he remembered the words put down on the page of his book. Sim nodded nervously as he took the bracelet from Lennox and slid it on his arm. His mind went silent as he focused on keeping his concentration. He heard the wind blow against his ears.
"Pyro Maelstrom!" Zina shouted.
[MP -60]
[MP remaining 1940/2000]
'Wait-what?!" Sim yelled.
[HP -34.]
[HP remaining 66/100.]
She quickly pulled out her sword to whip it out at Sim brushing the hilt against her hand where her tattoo was printed setting everything a blaze as she ignited her explosive Power.
"Do not be fooled by such a simple act. Pyros are much stronger after you have been sealed," Zina warned.
A flame flickered around Sim's body as his body burned with the sensation as he felt a powerful gust of air from the embers hit him causing him to stagger backward.
"I am not playing…around!" She shouted.
Zina swung her sword as he ducked to avoid the attack. The blade passed right beneath his head, making him flinch at the sudden close proximity to danger. Sim gritted his teeth together as he raised his arms to block another swing of her weapon. With each strike, the sound of metal hitting stone could be faintly heard echoing through the area.
Sim was scared for his life as he dodged her powerful swings; trying to figure out how to counter them while he was trying to protect himself from the attacks that were thrown towards his direction.
"Sim, you need to do better than this!" Zina shouted.
"I-fuck!" Sim yelled.
Suddenly he was blinded by a beam of light that came from behind him. A loud explosion rang in his ear ringing his whole body as he fell backwards.
"Ha-got you, big bro!" Isla laughed.
He had no time to react to the sword standing in front of his face that had been stabbed into the ground right before him. When the shock of pain subsided he turned around to see what had happened to the others as they stood laughing hysterically at the situation.
"You had no reaction time or even try to fight back now you are a classified rune user," Zina scolded.
Sim felt the back of his ears grow hot out of embarrassment; knowing that this was probably the last thing he wanted to hear after having such a trivial event.
"I mean...he can join us if so he pleases, but he has the training to undertake," Lennox noted.
"I am a writer, not a fighter!" Sim argued.
"Does someone wanna be a bard and sing of our adventures?" Zina cackled.
"You don't understand what I mean do you?" He asked.
He watched as they laughed amongst themselves as they chatted about how great of a show he made. As much as Sim hated all of these people, he wasn't going to let any of them get away without him. Sim looked up towards the sky he thought.
"What do you mean by that?" Zina laughed.
"Hmm…it doesn't matter," Sim snickered.
"Welcome aboard to NightLanders Guild," Kavan smiled.
"Thanks even though you don't have to," He whispered.
A commotion could be heard in the background as the long line of robed men and women made their way through the ancient language that Sim didn't know as they headed toward the spiral tower.
Two of the cloaked men were holding large decorated canes on each side as they hobbled along the dirt path. One of the priests carried a large wooden box covered with cloth and it had an emblem of the moon on it. The other priest had his staff raised high as he chanted an old and strange incantation Sim glanced at them wondering if any of them were Della.
All eyes were on the chanters and waiting as the chants became louder and louder until the chants stopped and one of them threw the box down to the ground as they walked towards the tower everyone cheered in response.
Sim was tempted to touch the box when he was stopped by the townspeople who gawked at him with open mouths before shoving Sim aside.
"Sim, they leave that box as part of their ritual hence no one from the town is allowed to go past this when it is in place," Kavan explained.
"We already can't leave the town, but sure that makes sense…" Sim muttered.
The singing of a choir could be heard from afar as the procession arrived at the bottom of the spiral stairs. They waited patiently as the chanting started once more. When the chant died out once more the group continued their march and entered the tower.
Sim watched in awe and the doors closed shut behind the priests. He was amazed at the sheer size of the tower.
"Did I even write about a tower?" He thought.
Everyone went back to what they were doing as soon as the priest stepped foot in the tower.
Sim felt something warm touching his cheek gently causing him to move forward as his gaze landed on Lennox sitting beside him.
"You look as though you saw a ghost when we can't even see into the tower, Sim," Lennox said.
"I felt like something was calling me…" Sim said softly.
Lennox slapped him on the back laughing Sim frowned as he realized Lennox was laughing at him which only annoyed Sim more.
"Lennox, what is sealing?" He asked.
"Sealing is amplifying the rune that you can work with and making it the only rune you can use without being affected by the other elements," Zina explained.
"I don't think I wanna do sealing…" Sim responded.
"No one is gonna force you," Lennox laughed.
"Truthfully there is a reason we just allowed you to join us," Kavan noted.
He sighed knowing there was always another reason behind things no one would ever want to do. Sim nodded.
"I guess I should have expected that…" Sim sighed.
"We need to build our numbers so we can participate in the spiral tower fights, but we lack the right amount of people," Kavan admitted.
"What is even in that tower?" Sim questioned.
"No one even knows, but we know we need to go up there," Zina laughed.
Staring at how huge the spiral tower is he was confused if he had written about it It was a lot bigger than his memory thought it would be. There was a tall wall that surrounded the outside,
and the entrance looked like its own city. The inside of the tower had an amazing design despite how old it looked. He guessed it must have been created to hold important documents, weapons, tools…
But what was in it that required so many people? As he was looking around he saw that there were many pillars around and above them were statues of some kind or creatures that he couldn't tell.
A loud bell started to ring as the sun began to set sending streaks of pink, orange, and red across the sky as twilight started to set in. The night fell over the town as a cool breeze brushed over Sim's skin. Sim suddenly found the feeling very refreshing.
He watched as the line of robed people came out bowing as they came out coming out in a line
of eight and walked straight through the crowd of people, heading right towards the gate. They held up torches as they entered the gates that were slowly opening up for them Sim followed as they took the cover box back up.
"Stop!" Sim shouted.
Placing his foot on the box he kicked it out of the robed man's hands angrily making everyone freeze as Sim pushed his hood off and revealed his red hair and the scar running down his eye
his piercing grey eyes glaring at the group who were gaping at him with wide open mouths.
A few of the men gasped out in fear as they trembled.
"You want a death sentence don't you?" He growled.
"I just don't buy into your bullshit religion you are selling!" Sim smiled.
The angry townspeople crowded Sim and the priest in the center. They were ready to attack, but Sim wouldn't give in easily.
"Are you challenging the priest to a duel?" Kavan shouted.
"No! Why would I challenge a bunch of stupid people whose faith in gods has gotten twisted because of some old religion bullshit?" Sim laughed sarcastically.
"Vision Blaze!" The man mumbled.
He watched as the man's aged hand lifted, letting out an explosion of bright white light. It hit Sim straight on in the chest, throwing him back against the wall and nearly knocking him unconscious. Sim felt the blaze burn a hole through the thin wall of flesh on the right side of his chest. The heat and pain were unbearable as blood streamed down onto the floor and soaked his shirt.
"How dare you try to stop us?!" A voice echoed throughout the whole of the town.
Looking back down he noticed it was gone as he gawked up at the robed men in panic realizing it was an illusion that had appeared before him.
"If you wish to die, that is not our problem," Another man replied.
"Now, now everyone calm down!" An older woman yelled.
Sim gasped as he held tight to his chest as he stood on the ground trying to catch his breath.
"What the hell…is going on…an illusion," Sim gasped.
"Maybe you should be believing…after all this reality is one you made," Jewel laughed.
He looked shocked as Jewel pulled down the hood of her robe. She grabbed his shoulders and glared directly into his eyes.
"You better believe you can't fight this thing" She grinned.