Cough Cough
Elijah's throat and nostrils were feeling the harsh effects of the toxin-filled cavern. The time for messing around was over. Large amounts of mana would be expended for curiosity alongside the risks he was already taking.
Elijah bolted around the curvature of the jagged stone pillar and sent a huge wave of water, a wave unlike any other he has created, a wave that could be considered a mini tsunami if it weren't for the fact that this wave of water was merely a blanket falling out of mid-air. No current, just millions of water molecules stacked on top of each other.
The splash was chaotic, and drowned out the sounds of powerful spells being casted. Even with the difference in magical power, the spells did not push straight through the water, but were instead slowly dwindled into a spark of nothingness. Elijah jumped on the opportunity of a lifetime. The heads of many kobolds and trap moles were cleanly cut off one after another. With a single flick of a wrist, destruction followed.
Knowing he had enough since the water was dissipating, Elijah took not just a step back, but changed his position to the broken plank of death. The stench of blood mixed with the air, and even though Elijah had culled his enemies, he was not happy. This was a freebie, something handed to him on a silver platter. There was no sense of strength achieved, but rather a sense of how powerful his attacks could be when mana usage was thrown out the window.
However, Elijah had a feeling something wasn't right. A shadow was making its way through the parade of death. The fog had not just kobolds and moles, but also something far more murderous. Fast was the first word that came to mind. An eerily familiar feeling came rearing its end inside of Elijah's soul.
Gorgon…
Suddenly, a small rock fell above Elijah's head. The moment he looked up, his knees buckled and an autonomous effort of fleeing occurred. The bright red eyes that seemed to glow in the absence of light hit his mind like a truck. The stone in the ceiling became cracked and indented at the action of releasing its catapult motion.
A simple yet horrifying scream came from Elijah's mouth.
"THIS IS NOT REAL!!!"
Pain struck the legs of Elijah. His body tumbled down the slope of the cavern, passing by a glowing orange mana core trying to be devoured by a couple trap moles, and his fall being blunted by the small river flowing through the center. The river was heavily indented into the ground and very deep.
The chain of events started with the gorgon crawling from a hole in the ceiling Elijah did not see, with its familiar launch, it quickly caught up to the boy fleeing for his life. The long claws dug into the ankles of Elijah before the gorgon hit the ceiling.
"Ahhhhhh! My legssss…"
"Come on! COME ON! MOVE!"
Elijah had no idea what had happened. The pain settled in with the slow rotation of his body, and when he saw the hairy and oversized limbs of the gorgon slowly making its way down in a non-linear pattern. The triangle-shaped teeth were dripping with saliva as its long and slitted pink tongue rimmed its deformed and black lips.
Death was approaching.
With his previous shenanigans, he had expended seventy percent of his mana, which did not mean he had to conserve by any means, but instead use the biggest of anything he could imagine.
"IF YOU ARE GONNA KILL ME, YOU ARE COMING WITH!!"
Behind the menacing beast that was slumping its way closer and closer to the feeble Elijah was a wall of water at least ten feet thick. The water rammed through the back of the beast sending him plunging towards Elijah. There was only one direction to go, and that was forward.
The razor sharp teeth and claws opening its doors for the flesh of Elijah. The water caught it by surprise which ended up with the beast piercing the limbs and sides of Elijah's torso.
Luck had rained down from the heavens with a heavy clank and crack resounding within the chest of the beast. The knife that Elijah had taken out at the last minute had yielded him the destruction of its mana core alongside its soul. The life in the eyes of the gorgon slowly disappeared.
Elijah was only thinking about the pain surging through his body, and didn't even realize the beast that did not use magic had a magic core.
Mana was everything, the ethereal string that would guarantee his life, but another crash occurred. Rocks fell from the ceiling and slowly made their way to Elijah. Water began coursing through his flesh. The wounds were closed, and after the lackadaisical effort of pushing the heavy and abnormally shaped body off his chest, Elijah stood up with static shocks going through his brain. His mind was not necessarily prepared, but his body was trembling.
With Elijah's slow mind, he casted a portal that would run straight into a wall at the exact same time the beast launched its body from a near point blank distance. It seemed like time slowed, and Elijah saw the entire event.
The translucent and pearlescent rimmed portal materialized from a single dot in the space in front of him. What was definitely too late, was also a blessing. Just below the neck of the beast, the portal appeared and cut its body in half. One half splattered against the wall, and the other…
Rammed into the chest of Elijah after completely shattering the arm held at the height of his chest.
Elijah was gone with the wind.
His body was sent flying with the head of the menacing gorgon unconsciously guiding him.
Rock and dust flew behind the back of Elijah as he bursted through the wall of the vaginal shaped opening. While the breaking wall did absorb some of the impact, Elijah…
Was gone.
-{Outer West}-
"Dammit!! Rodrick!! Heat up the air in the surrounding area!!"
The cold and dark evening was littered with inches and inches of snow falling to the floor. What is relatively harmless, became dangerous with the cold and harsh winds.
The Outer West was littered with beast corpses while The Judges who protected the world were struggling against the advanced beasts using an unknown type of magic.
Amaris had erected an iceberg in the middle of the sky that fell on its target like a meteor. Only to find out the humanoid beast survived and carved its way outside the iceberg. An incredible display of strength was traded between the beast and the man. Rodrick, the Lava Judge, was supporting Amaris and the other judges in the area. The goal was to kill, but another objective was at play.
Deep below them, were a group of Hunter captains led by the famous Landon Ruby. The delegation and communication skills on top of his usage of fire magic brought him to the top of the guild. Right below Monroe Riskwell, the leader of the Hunter Guild.
A small divot was created in the earth unseen, and soon the fresh powder sitting on top caved in. Landon quickly stepped out, and realized the situation as well as his position. He could see Amaris fighting for his life against the unknown beast.
Within the thick and muscular hands of Landon, a twenty foot long spear made of condensed fire appeared from his hand, and rested on a catapult made from wind. This fire started off as a bright red color, but quickly became lighter while achieving a light blue color. With a simple wave of Leah's hand, a spear made from hell instantaneously pierced straight through the center of the beast's back that mimicked the sight and sound of a railgun.