One of the witches spat, her eyes filled with hatred. "You dare defy those who created you!" Marcus, now alert and fully aware of the danger, felt a surge of fear. Without warning, one of the wizards fired a magical blast at Marcus. In an instant, the compassionate creature cast a shield, deflecting the attack with her own magic. The cave erupted into a fierce magical battle. Sparks of energy flew through the air as spells collided. Marcus defended himself, but the power of the witches and wizards was overwhelming him,
Their spells were relentless, crackling through the air like bolts of lightning. He could feel the force of their magic pressing down on him, threatening to break through his defenses. The compassionate creature, realizing they couldn't hold them off for long, turned to Marcus and shouted, Leave now! You can't defeat them. Follow that path! She pointed towards a dark tunnel at the far end of the cave. Go! It's the only way. I'll hold them off! Marcus hesitated for a moment, looking at the creature who had just saved him, but there was no time to waste. He sprinted toward the tunnel as she stayed behind, battling the witches and wizards with all her strength. As Marcus disappeared into the darkness, he heard her cry out in pain, but he forced himself to keep going. He had no choice but to trust her. As Marcus ran through the narrow passage, the other female creature, filled with rage, pursued him. Her eyes glowed with fury as she leaped from rock to rock, gaining speed. She caught up with Marcus and pounced, her sharp claws slicing through the air. Marcus barely dodged her attack, but she managed to scratch him across the arm, drawing blood. They fought fiercely, the creature's claws slashing at Marcus, but he used his magic to defend himself. With a burst of energy, he sent a shock wave through the tunnel, throwing her against the wall. Despite her strength, Marcus was able to land a final blow, using a spell to send her crashing to the ground, lifeless. Breathing heavily, Marcus rushed forward, his mind racing. He soon reached the heart of the cave, where he found the cage holding Emma, the carrier of the power of light. She lay inside, her body glowing faintly. As Marcus approached, she slowly opened her eyes and spoke in a soft, almost ethereal voice," I know why you've come. You seek the power of light. Marcus nodded, urgency in his voice. There's no time. I'm willing to do whatever it takes. Just tell me what I need to do. Emma studied him for a moment before replying," Are you willing to sacrifice anything for this power? It comes at a great cost. Without hesitation, Marcus answered, "Yes, I am willing." Then give me your hand, Emma instructed. Marcus extended his hand, and as soon as their palms touched, a surge of light flowed from Emma into him. His body began to glow, filling the cave with a brilliant radiance. The power of light coursed through his veins, making him feel invincible. In a matter of moments, Emma vanished, leaving Marcus alone, his body transformed by the energy she had bestowed upon him. Suddenly, one of the witches appeared at the entrance to the cave, her eyes wide with horror as she witnessed the transformation. "No!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the rocky chamber. "This cannot be!" She raised her hand, casting a dark spell at Marcus, the air around her crackling with malevolent energy. But Marcus, now wielding the power of light, instinctively raised his hand to block the attack. A blinding beam of light shot from his palm, colliding with the dark magic and obliterating it in an instant. The force of his power sent the witch flying backwards, slamming her against the cave wall with a sickening thud. She scrambled to her feet, fear flashing in her eyes as she realized the tables had turned. She turned to flee, but Marcus, glowing with a golden aura, stepped forward, his voice calm but commanding. "You cannot escape." The rest of the witches and wizards arrived just in time to see Marcus standing there, his body radiating light and power. They hesitated, their confidence faltering as they realized they were no longer the ones in control. One of the wizards snarled, "We will not be defeated by you!" But even as he spoke, there was a tremor of fear in his voice. Marcus didn't wait for them to attack. With a swift motion, he unleashed a wave of light energy, striking the group. The witches and wizards tried to shield themselves, casting their most powerful spells, but their dark magic was no match for the brilliance of the light. One by one, they were thrown back, their spells unraveling in the face of Marcus's newfound power. Run! One of the witches shouted, panic overtaking her as the reality of their defeat sank in. They turned and fled, disappearing into the shadows of the cave, leaving Marcus standing alone in the aftermath of the battle. Breathing heavily, Marcus looked around, his body still glowing faintly. He had won, but the cost had been great. The compassionate creature who had saved him was gone, sacrificed to protect him. Emma had vanished after giving him the power of light, and now, Marcus was left with the burden of this immense power and the responsibility it carried.
As the six witches and wizards scattered across Somalia Island, fleeing in different directions, Marcus knew he couldn't let them escape. They would regroup, stronger, and the chaos they would bring could be unimaginable. He had to finish them off. With a focused gaze, he muttered an incantation under his breath, and immediately, his form shimmered and split into twelve identical copies. The copies shot into the sky, chasing after the fleeing witches and wizards. Each pair of Marcus's duplicates fled swiftly, firing magical blasts at the fleeing dark sorcerers. The witches and wizards, legs crossed on their staffs, tried desperately to outrun their pursuers, but their magic was no match for Marcus's newfound power. The air was thick with the sounds of crackling magic and hurried incantations as the witches fired back in futile attempts to defend themselves. But one by one, they were caught. Marcus's duplicates cast a spell that bound each witch and wizard with a glowing magical rope impossible to undo. The witches squirmed, hurling curses and insults, but it was all in vain. When the duplicates finally flew back to Marcus, dragging the captured sorcerers along, the original Marcus stood waiting at the entrance of the community. With a nod, the duplicates merged back into his body. Marcus tightened the magical chains, his expression cold and resolute as he dragged the witches and wizards toward the authorities. The townspeople gathered, watching in awe as the once-feared dark sorcerers were reduced to powerless captives. The authorities wasted no time and locked them away. Days passed, but Marcus couldn't rest. Something still gnawed at him. The witches and wizards might be imprisoned, but the demonic powers inside them were still a threat. He needed a way to destroy the dark forces within them. Then, an idea struck. Marcus created six magical containers with a simple wave.
Marcus could feel their dark energy lingering in the air, restless and menacing, waiting for the right moment to break free. The authorities may have locked their bodies in chains, but Marcus knew that the real threat was not their physical forms, it was the demonic force that inhabited them. It gnawed at his mind, an ever-present warning of the chaos that would ensue if it ever escaped. Determined to neutralize this danger, Marcus set to work. He spent days in deep contemplation, poring over ancient texts, casting spells of protection, and trying to unlock the secret to purging the dark magic from the witches and wizards. His time with Master Magnus had taught him a lot, but this task was beyond anything he had ever faced. The evil inside them was bound to the very core of their beings, entwined with their souls like a venomous serpent. Extracting it without destroying it was nearly impossible. One evening, exhausted and frustrated, Marcus stumbled upon an idea. If he could extract the dark power from them, he might be able to contain it and imprison them in a vessel, just as they were imprisoned. With this in mind, Marcus crafted six enchanted containers, each marked with ancient runes for binding and containment. These were not ordinary vessels; they were forged with magic that could hold even the most malevolent forces. The following day, Marcus returned to the prison, standing before the witches and wizards who eyed him with both hatred and fear. They could sense what he intended, and their resistance was palpable. But Marcus was resolute. With a deep breath, he began the ritual. Dark smoke, thick and oily, seeped from their mouths and eyes as the demonic power was slowly pulled from their bodies. They writhed in pain, but Marcus continued, determined to free them from their curse.