I leave her to recover, she is already awake and it has not even been a day since I re-harmonized her with her magical field, she is powerful, maybe she does not have the ability to recognize much magic anymore, the transformation she has undergone is very radical, practically all the spells of electricity, light and the elements (water, fire, rock and nature) but that does not pose a problem, just while she was asleep I began to teach her the spells of people with high affinity to darkness, her mind does not know them but she will know them as soon as we leave here.
After twelve exasperatingly slow hours she tells me she is ready to walk, as she stands she can see herself a little better, her legs end in lamb's feet, a tail of over half a meter hangs down, wagging instinctively to shift and compensate for her weight, pubic hair thick, but nothing on the rest of her body (except for the lamb's feet with their black fur) up her hair is undecided, sometimes it is short, combed up, then it is long and silky, her eyes are emerald green, with a normal pupil, but I am sure that they will change their features during the invocations, from her forehead grow two imposing antlers with defiance, they turn twice and the points are shown to attack, like a ram, she walks with a determined step, she does not know it, but there is still something to do, she will not like it.
Finally, we can talk about the destinations in front of us, her people, I have sent her to follow the wolf to reach the forest of the dark elves, to her I ask more about the machine that made her this way, she claims not to be aware that it is not of humans and less sacred, I ask her to take me to the nearest village, she fears it is hers, but I tell her that we will just see, in the end a little doubtful she accepts. As we walk through the forest I see her studying herself, not her body, she will probably ignore that as long as possible, I see her mind expanding the field, controlling it, I had no time to teach her so I put the concepts directly into her unconscious, at least I was considerate so they would only be part of her, when I was taught it consisted of implanting everything by replacing memories, memories, I peed a few times before I remembered how to go to the bathroom, it is definitely comfortable for her to stay by my side.
It is night, we arrive in one of the villages, it is not very big, about thirty houses and the church, I guess there are not even shops and the tavern is more a place to drink than a hostel and restaurant as in the rest of the continent. We enter but to avoid problems I tell him to use a sleep spell, he hesitates a little so I tell him that he already knows the spells, there are no more voices as he told me, but now you have something more important.... You have them, no more hesitation, you see how his field expands to encompass only the village, then a green mist emanates from him, it first spreads thin, the ground begins to fade, as there is no priest or paladin here, we can trust with a lower density, only five minutes later he stops summoning, in their houses everyone snores.
The elven artifact is still in the square as she explained, in each corner it has runes of flotation, which explains how they were able to move a 400kg+ contraption in a single night being one, the gems on the pillars glow slightly, the lever that activates the contraption is at my chest height, all the runes carved into the gems are of change, by means of some ingenious devices they absorb day by day the residual magic to always be charged, Now comes the important part, I explain that I must take the gems, but the runes of change are still charged, the magic of the one who created them is very great, even for fun I add to myself, if he is still alive I do not believe it, these are the reason why I have come, they are converters of ambient magic into magic that charges the runes, but I cannot remove it like that, it is connected and charged, but not for long.
With fear he touches the first gem, a spark of recognition jumps from his fingers, with a nervous laugh he holds the first of the gems, immediately his power expands, it is true that he had given him some magic, but I can clearly see that he does not seem to have full, in seconds he empties the first stone and as I indicated he even absorbs the inscriptions on the surface, In a few minutes all the magic had been absorbed, she finally laughed, her skin was no longer red or opaque, it was an intense purple.
One by one we go through the villages, each stone rests in my backpack after being unloaded by Lilith, I leave hers at the end, as I feared, she doesn't recognize it, without wasting time she throws the rune of sleep, this time I know there will be problems, there are a couple of acolytes and the high priest, none of them should be affected by this level of magic, As she absorbs I notice that her body feels the danger, the spell that she withdraws along with the intoxicating madness of the plants manifests itself again, she looks voluptuous again, suddenly I feel small invocations around me, there are ten, not fifteen people and at least one knows Divine Wrath, they all summon against her, I shout at her as the attacks fall.
The explosion of light in a village without torches or anything like that is intense to the point of being painful, to avoid being a target I jump and place myself on the nearest roof, there I see the impact of the divine wrath added to several holy whips, when the light level decreases I see her in the center, a little smoke comes out of her body, I am sure that if she hadn't absorbed the magic in the crystals, those attacks, even if they hadn't killed her, would have caused severe physical damage, but now they have nothing to make a dent, she is full of magic, furious to see a high priest who no longer feels so confident.
-Attack!
Lilith just laughs quietly, but I can tell she is angry, for a moment I wonder what will happen to the acolytes, maybe I will slaughter them, but I have no right to interfere, not after what they have done, but she just says:
"My little ones, you look so delicious, but it is not your time yet, I will go to the forest of the eternal night, you can look for me there, now to suffer"
I don't know where she gets the poetic license, but there is no time, she has just cast a difficult spell, it is a psychic attack, not common, nightmare is a terrible magic, It doesn't kill anyone, but apart from putting them to sleep it gives them the most terrifying nightmares of the unconscious, if any of these children are still mentally healthy it would be a surprise to me, but it's more of a surprise to see the priest using high level divine magic, she smiles with satisfaction behind her shield.
I recognize the magic, my teachers warned me about it, it is used as a last resort, it is a rune that takes so long to be invoked that the waiting time until it is used again is more than half an hour, it is used to eliminate an enemy before one is eliminated, or as a last defense, it is effective against all attacks, for the priest it is the protection of his god, besides being extremely stupid.
I communicate with her, she is about to cast several devastating spells, I ask her to trust me and give me time, after a minute, as I was warned, the light fades, that magic is short and takes a long time to use, so it is of the last alternative, now she gives a little jump while the priest launches all kinds of attacks on a body with high resistance and with an armor that feeds on magic, when she is two meters away she casts the best chain spells against any mage, I think they are just as effective against me:
Cursed, leech mana, vampiric touch, mental ray, I must admit that the first two fried me, but with these I was hit from all sides every second in a paroxysm of sadism, in less than five seconds I fall to the ground, I ask you to find out if you know the origin of the constructions, with his hand of black and incredibly sharp nails he picks up the piltrafa of the former high priest, he asks him what I asked, he answers that his god, a slap silences the arrogant answer, he asks again, this time he wants to spit in the face of the one who humiliated him, he asks him what I asked for, he answers that it is his god, a slap silences the haughty answer, he asks again, this time he wants to spit in the face of the one who humiliated him like that, this time the tail holds him by the neck, with astonishing slowness I see her assembling three spheres of magic in her hand: Poison, Death Freeze, Black Retribution, and she begins to frighten him, she tells him what each magic does, with details, even I wouldn't be so explicit, finally she admits what I knew, the high elves brought these constructs, instructed the priests and taught them which plants cause the effects, he begs, tells her that she is the great servant of evil, but that he was willing to instruct the acolytes to love her if she would let him live. ... I doubt very much that he will, I wouldn't.
We advance while the fire sends us heat, the priest I doubt very much that he will give the alarm, so I don't know if the fire will reach the city, a curse with the name mental torture is responsible, it is one of the most effective on sages, it destroys the physical connections of the neurons, People can't think, their minds shut down second by second until they end up as vegetables, when I go out to the meadow I see it spreading, all the accumulated magic slowly turning into a huge sphere in the sky, Dark Retribution feeds on people's fears and hatred, The sphere is huge, at the moment of launch I was afraid it would hit the houses, but it hit the pastures, which immediately started to burn, at that moment I catch the scent of Silverleaf, he doesn't need to tell me anything, I imagine he wants to help his people not to live enslaved to this drug, He comes closer to my side as the lack of magic fades his armor as well as his color, which returns to a dull purple, he comes humming a children's song, when he reaches where I am he smiles and plants a kiss on me-where to next? -I tell him, and we go to war.