Chapter 53: Demon Arisen
Zarian’s mind was lit with possibilities. What spells should he combine now that he had two spell slots he could run at the same time? Or would those be considered concentration slots?
The answer came to him from the darkest and most depraved part of his Fractured Mind. It was half evil, and half him being creative.
“It’s dark as heck in here, but I’m pretty sure that’s a big evil smile on your face, chief,” Gilbert pointed out. “What’s going on in that noggin’ of yours?”
The surviving bandits of the ambush were dead. Gilbert had leveled up twice now, hitting Level 31. Zarian hadn’t leveled up yet, but he figured he was close to hitting Level 36.
Zarian didn’t answer and laughed like a maniac.
Para joined in on the fun, unraveling into threads, tendrils, and tentacles of leathery flesh and slivers of bone. She wavered and snapped out like a long, ragged, eldritch flag behind her host’s back.
She made him look extra dramatic as he guffawed.
“Woo!” Zarian pumped his fists, feeling the added might and speed of his new Level 0 skills.
He zipped over from one side of his companions, then to the other side.