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The creature moved so slowly that Levin couldnât understand why his partner seemed so⊠almost protective, of him. He was quick enough to dodge, no need for extra protection-
And then suddenly, for a brief moment, heâs off his feet, dragged back by the other mage to a safe distance. Once there, his mouth opened and closed in shock, but he didnât argue, and he didnât move as the man prepared his spell. If the hair on the back of his neck was just tingling before, itâs completely on end now; the energy from the tome was undeniably dark, and itâs really â deeply â unsettling.
The blast of dark magic completely obliterated the beast, and his partner was left panting and Levin was left gaping in shock. âThatâs â thatâs dark-â he managed to squeak out, but now wasnât the time to get all worked up about dark magic, not when there were skeletons pouring out of the woods towards them. He could question that later, when they werenât, you know, possibly about to die.
Besides, the Loptous cult probably didnât call upon Saints, did they?
With a deep breath, he pulled himself together as much as possible, and stepped forward, flashing the other mage a broad grin that showed more confidence than he felt. ââCourse I got somethinâ fancy up my sleeve. Iâm a bard.â
In truth, he just had speed, an Elwind tome, and holy blood; not that the latter would help too much here. If he hadnât run away from home, if he had the Divine Wind Tome, Forseti⊠Well, then, he probably wouldnât be here either, and he wouldnât have to fight these things.
He hastily began chanting spell after spell, moving with the wind â but what good that would do, with so many enemies, and a tome that could only be used so many times⊠His voice shifted, from a spellchant to a prayer, to Forseti, Lord of Winds, if mine enemy is truly deserving of judgment, then rain down your justice with the windâŠ
Perhaps itâs just his imagination that the wind is swirling around him now, that Elwindâs blast seems more forceful than usual. At least the skeletons seem knocked off their feet, for now anyway. He hopes they donât get up.
A bard? Lyon almost scoffed. And he seemed scared of Lyonâs dark magic on top of that. Did he have any idea the amount of knowledge Lyon carried because of his tomes?Â
Still, Lyon couldnât help but watch how his battle partner seemed to dance with the wind magic he cast, the Wights being pushed back while Lyon recovered from his spell. Finally, the monsters get knocked to the ground and Lyon finds enough energy to finish them off.
He waits a moment, carefully eyeing the forestâs edge for reinforcements, before accepting their victory. He lets out a long sigh and relaxes his shoulders. âThat seems to be the last of them,â he says to the bard. âI thank you for your help fighting those beasts.â











