RISE OF THE MEEK
"What is this magic eclipse?" the crowd who watched the arena asked in puzzlement.
"This kind of magic I have only seen cast by the Original Supremes," one of the Supreme Conjurer said to the others.
"Did an original Supreme return to the Conjurer Court?" another conjurer asked.
Nobody was familiar with my shadow frog, and they speculated about his origin. But we didn't come here to speculate. We came here to fight. Even Strega was momentarily distracted by the frog eclipse.
"What in Prolis is this damn frog?" Strega asked.
"We are not in Prolis", I replied to her.
Suddenly, as soon as the eclipse appeared, it was gone again.
Standing before Strega was me and pointing at her from all directions were Shadow Malevolent with their long Mithrium swords. The sword beams from my Malevolent struck Strega continuously causing great damage to her magic armor.
"What happened?" Strega asked me.
"My frog ate the light from your umbrella", I replied to her.
My Shadow Frog consumed all the light magic from Strega's Umbrella and possibly the light around us before disappearing into nothingness.
By doing that, my chaos magic was no longer restrained by the Umbrella's Order magic.
"What happened to all my cast winds?" Strega asked angrily.
"They all missed me", I replied to her.
I misdirected all of Strega's wind spears before appearing in front of her, together with my shadows, who now surrounded her with their endless conjured slashes.
"Stop it", Strega screamed at me as my Malevolent continued to attack her.
"Only if you surrender", I said to the girl.
"I have lost", Strega admitted defeat to me finally.
"What happened down there, how did the battle conclude?" the spectators asked among themselves.
"We were too busy looking at the frog eclipse than notice the fight has ended", another explained.
"Hey, did the girl strip for the Bully?" someone asked in shock and surprise.
The scene captured the excitement and gossip of the entire arena.
"Here, take this. We Mages of Prolis keeps our words. I don't owe you anything now", Strega told me as she threw her tattered Saree to me as her hands covered her body.
I got Strega's Saree at last after she lost it to me in a previous bet.
"I was only kidding with you about the Saree", I replied to the girl, a little embarrassed.
"I said before: You can have my Saree if you can tear them from me", she replied to me.
My Malevolent's thousand slashes failed to harm Strega badly because she was protected by magic, but they did manage to cut her dress into tatters.
"Yes, they are really torn now. There is no need giving them to the girls in Pleasure Court now", I said to her about her tattered Saree.
"Scum", she replied to me as she teleported out new clothing to cover herself.
"Yaw Bulee wins"
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The Semi-finals of the Inheritance Competition aren't finished yet. There was still another match before the finals although the audience have already pre-judged the result of this match.
"Prince Spiros vs Ivior"
"This is not even a match. That slim conjurer came this far because he is lucky. The prince will destroy him with a single smash", the crowd said.
"Yeah, this match is a time waster", another added.
The crowd were confident about Spiros winning and Ivior losing. That was a foregone conclusion to them.
But to the surprise of the crowd, Conjurer Ivior did not surrender to Spiros at the first opportunity. He stood there in the arena awaiting Spiros' move.
He looked rather confident about himself to our shock and surprise.
"Do you yield?" Prince Spiros asked Ivior.
"No, I have waited for this for a very long time", Ivior replied.
Suddenly, a large constellation of runes appeared in the sky, forming a circle, conjured by Prince Spiros. A colossal, conjured hand appeared from the bright circle of runes and drawings the hand came straight after Ivior.
Prince Spiros wasn't interested in wasting time on the useless conjurer. He would end this match now.
"You can surrender now", Prince Spiros shouted to Ivior.
"Not to the likes of you. Enough with this pretense. I am not pretending anymore. Witness my rise from the Meek to Invincible", Conjurer Ivior shouted out to the surprise of everyone.
"What is wrong with Ivior? Rise of the Meek?" conjurers asked about Ivior's out of character outburst.
"He is encouraging himself with bold words. Without that he would be paralyzed by Prince Spiros' magic", another conjurer added.
Ivior made several signs with his hands before conjuring his magic.
Suddenly, another giant hand struck out from under the ground to smash into Spiros' conjured hand which stopped it in the air to the shock of the audience.
"Ivior doesn't have magic like this or this strong", someone commented.
"Is this the same cross dressing Ivior that we know?" another asked.
"I told you time and again, I am not a Cross Dresser. I dress conservatively and handsomely", Ivior shouted to defend himself at the accusations.
As the colossal hands clashed, the difference between the two magic was obvious.
While Prince Spiros conjured a magic hand, Ivior, on the other hand, conjured a giant.
The giant that Ivior conjured rose into the air. With a sudden move, the conjured giant grabbed Spiros' conjured hand before smashing it into the ground with a slam. The arena ground broke from the strike.
"What the hell is this Giant conjuration?" the audience asked curiously.
"This is a magic of the Shadows", another replied as the audience began to get worried.
Ivior's conjured giant now stood tall, towering over the protective dome over the arena, his presence towered over the Conjurer Court. The magic was unmistakable too, it was the magic of the Shadow Conjurers.
"I can sense the magic of the Shadow sect in this", a Supreme cried out in warning.
"We must stop him, this Ivior", another conjurer shouted out.