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Erick stumbled out of his room, screaming, “Where the fuck is everyone!”
Strips of lightorb gripped the edges of everywhere, shining sunlight onto orange stone.
And a body. Large, grey armor, Teressa. No head. Red blood everywhere. Head must be somewhere—
Two bodies. Bluescaled Poi, surrounded by his own lake of red.
Poi was dead.
Erick screamed, “JANE!” He ran through the hall—
Poi coughed and Erick rounded on him.
His rod of [Treat Wounds]! Erick rushed back into his room and grabbed the rod from the dresser beside his bed. He raced back to Poi and slammed a charge of [Treat Wounds] into the dragonkin, who coughed out something far too quiet for Erick to hear. Erick hit him with another charge.
Poi gasped, “He— Heal Teressa!”
Erick did as he was told, even though Teressa had no head.
Teressa’s head began to regro-OLY SHIT that’s creepy! Erick had to hold back a barf.
Jane.
Erick dashed to Jane’s room.
She wasn’t there. The bed was rumpled. The window was open—
The window was torn open, off its stone hinges. Erick rushed through the room to the window, sticking his head out into the night. The light of his lightward had covered a great deal of the house, shining bright sunlight into the darkness, like he had strung the place up for Christmas.
There was nothing out there, save for the normal lights of the far away city, and the flat land of the Human District.
Poi lurched into the doorway. “They came too fast—”
“How long since they took her?” Erick spat out, “Are you in contact with the Army?”
“Shadowvenom blocks many mag—”
“GUESS.”
Poi forced himself to stand a bit straighter. “Based on my blood pool… 3 minutes. Maybe less. They should have tried to taunt you and they wouldn’t have done that unless they were sure of their escape. What did they s—?”
Erick didn’t answer; he didn’t have the time to answer. He was furious. Anger was a poison, and it was all consuming. Erick moved as fast as his body would allow.
Aurify.
Mana Shaping X.
[Airshape X].
[Telekinesis X].
A brand new spell popped out.
| Flight of a Thousand Hands Aura, 1 MP per second, medium range Gain complete, quick control over a large amount of air and a thousand arms of intent. Take flight, if you are able!
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