Chapter 95: So It Begins
In a dark forest surrounded by roars of powerful Gadra sat a single wooden hut that was barely holding on.
From the outside the hut was small enough to barely fit two people yet inside it was much larger.
Inside the hut sat four people around a table made of red wood. This was not the natural colour of wood but it had been stained by blood.
Amongst them were three women and one man. " I’m glad you’ve joined our side sister, we have long awaited you."
An old woman with greying hair spoke, she smiled at the woman across her revealing black decaying teeth.
The opposite woman was wearing a black cloak, her face could not be seen. " Do not be mistaken, this is merely out of convenience, I’m in need of your assistance."
She replied and a booming laugh followed, " Your reasons do not matter, with one such as yourself, we’re bound to stand victorious."
The only man in the room spoke, he was a giant of a man with arms as thick as logs, on his back was a giant axe.
This man was a rare special existence called a warlock. Witches normally gave birth to girls thus birthing more witches.
However there are rare instances where a male child is born, that child is not born with the magical aptitude of witches.
However they are born with something different, an immense level of physical strength that defies logic.
Their skin is born resistant to esper thus rendering most abilities and magic ineffective against them.
On top of that, once they reach a certain level, they are able to use certain long range abilities.
This removes their weakness of being only close ranged fighters. Warlocks were known through the realm as one of the most dangerous beings.
However witches disdained them, so most don’t get to grow to adulthood, rarely do witches protect their children when they’re male.
As such, warlocks usually grow up hating witches and are one of the greatest enemies of the witches.
Normally he wouldn’t be sitting in a table with witches but these three were different, each one had their own grievances against the nine covenants.
" Ki ki ki, do not underestimate the covenants warlock, sister here has lost most of her memories."
The last woman spoke, her voice came out grating like walking on shattered glass, her entire face was covered by her hair which reached her ankles, she looked creepy.
The woman they were talking about said nothing but the words of the creepy woman made the other two pause.
They couldn’t sense the cloaked woman’s power and assumed she was still the monster she once was.
" So that’s why an ancient being such as yourself sought the aid of lowly ones such as we, but I wonder, if you’re stronger than I am now."
The warlock grinned, his muscles flexed and he reached for his axe. " Yima."
A simple spell was cast. His body suddenly froze which caught all three by surprise, this was a simple immobilisation spell.
A spell of that calibre should not work against a warlock yet he couldn’t move no matter how hard he tried.
" Isha." His body was suddenly set ablaze in pure red flames causing the other two to jump up startled by the sudden flames.
While the flames were only around the warlocks body and spread no further, they were so hot they could melt steel in seconds.
Yet the warlock merely frowned, while he did feel the heat, it wasn’t anything dangerous for now but it was rising.
He knew this spell, they all did and its flames were not the type to be put out simply because you wanted them to.
They would burn until the target turns to ash even if you jump underwater they would never go out.
Not to mention he couldn’t move so eventually he would die but he felt no fear. Not because he believed in his strength.
He recognised he was no match for her but because he couldn’t sense any killing intent from her.
" Sister, will you not undo your spell now?" The old woman asked, nearly an hour had passed but the flames were still burning.
The warlocks skin had turned red and steam kept rising from his body, she didn’t even look at him.
He was starting to get scared because he suddenly realised, her lack of killing intent wasn’t because she wasn’t going to kill him.
To her, doing that was a minor thing she didn’t even need to think about or desire like stepping on an ant.
Even after the old witch asked, she still did not undo her spell, his skin started flaking and he was starting to really burn.
The pain was so intense it was nearly unbearable but he didn’t scream and merely gritted his teeth.
Finally she turned and looked at him but all he saw beneath her cloak were eyes devoid of any emotions.
She looked at him like one would a rock on the side of the road. This made him mad, he a warlock was feared by most.
Yet this fossil who had lost her power dared to look down on him. His killing intent blazed but that was a mistake.
The flames blazed higher and his left arm turned to ash. He looked at the stump and his eyes turned red with fear.
He realised death was near yet his enemy did not even show an ounce of killing intent but that did not make him angry.
All of his pride was gone because he realised he was really going to die and all he wanted now was to live.
He looked at the other two with begging eyes but neither dared to move against the woman.
" Sister, perhaps you should forgive his foolishness I believe he could be useful to you."
The old witch suggested but the long haired witch was just smiling creepily. Finally the cloaked woman sighed.
" Perhaps you’re right." She snapped her finger and both spells were cancelled allowing the warlock to move once more.
She didn’t mind him and took out a crystal ball and placed her hands on it then opened her eyes.
" It has started, lets move."
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Somewhere near Lagos, a group of nearly 400 people wearing dark cloaks appeared.