Chapter 82: Wooden world(18)
As Manug had previously claimed he was right about it, right now he was indeed the best match for the mage, he was undoubtably weaker, by a lot at that, but he was, just like the mage, a wielder of countless different powers, and in this scenario each of these powers is something he could use to counter one of the countless diagrams the mage was using.
He had no way of knowing this, in truth he might have even desired to sacrifice himself so that he wouldn't have to fight anymore, but he was truly the best and only possible opponent for that monster of a mage right now.
And as such the two vanished, the mage focusing on the archer, worrying that he might be able to steal Cades away again using his flight ability, another reason for his match-up with the little girl, and deciding to first take care of the supposedly weaker link before snatching up the monster that was currently being taken care off by two other generals besides herself.
But instead of winning easily when she took the archer away, fighting just a few hundred feet away, about nine hundred all together, she was stuck in a stand still, whenever she used a power he defended, whenever he attacked it barely did anything, she didn't know how he was doing that, but the puppet decided that it would have to wait, and that it would definitely be a bad decision to take the other one of the two prey into the fray, especially seeing as the other one might've been in a worse condition as this one was constantly healing himself, but the other one was still quite a bit more powerful than her, or at least they would be if the two of them fought together.
But while all of this was going on, while the archer and the mage were fighting it out like two children unwilling to have their superheroes lose and continuously inventing new powers for them, Cades had begun to really think, he had realized that some of the monsters did stay down when they were slain, and after some more thinking he had realized something that was the same with all of them.
At each of them he had panicked, he had been in great peril and he had slashed all over them, oftentimes hitting a very specific spot, a spot that made him believe that they might not be cursed, no, they might be suffering from a magical affliction.
A magical affliction was quite the interesting kind of curse, it was different from a mere weakening and often not even seen as magical, as such it was often also just referred to as a mere sickness, such as vampirism or lycanthropy, both of which are supposedly caused by magical sicknesses.