Chapter 212: The Contract
Adam sat on a high branch. He watched the fire-breathing horses. He felt no fear. He knew what he could do to them. He was free now. No more seals held him. He had an idea. I should capture one of these horses, he thought. Travel would be much easier.
He stood up. He jumped from the branch. He flew up into the open sky. The black winged horses saw him. They thought he was food. They turned and charged. Their horns pointed at him. Their mouths started to glow.
Adam smiled. He knew how to tame beasts. But these horses did not understand him. They only saw a meal. They flew at him very fast. Adam was still in the air. He was starting to fall. He held out his hand. "I will destroy you with your own attack," he said.
A small spark appeared in his hand. It grew into a tiny flame. The flame got bigger. Then it shot forward. It was like an arrow made of fire. But it was more than that. The fire spread out. It became a huge wall of flame. It filled the sky. Adam used his will to feed the fire. It grew and grew.
The winged horses saw the fire. They tried to turn. But it was too late. The fire surrounded them. It was a cage of flame. The fire burned them. One by one they fell from the sky. They hit the ground hard. They made strange pained sounds.
Adam landed on a high branch. He looked down at the mess. His fire had not just killed the horses. It had also set the forest on fire. The old trees were burning.
He raised a hand. He made a strong wind. It was like a small storm. The wind blew through the forest. It put out the fire. Then Adam looked at the fallen horses. They were amazing creatures.
They had four wings each. Two big wings for power. Two small wings for control. The fire had burned their wings. Their beautiful black coats were now scorched. The horses cried out in pain.
Adam jumped down from the an a high branch, landing silently on the forest floor. He walked forward until he stood before the herd of fallen, suffering beasts.
"Alright," he said, his voice calm and detached. "Let’s see how much willpower you have left."
He raised a hand, and behind him, seven large spheres of pure water materialized in the air. At his command, the spheres moved, hovering over the smoldering bodies of the winged horses.
One by one, they descended, dousing the magical flames that still clung to the creatures’ hides. The burning stopped, leaving behind the smell of ozone and charred flesh. Their wings were burnt stumps, their black coats scorched in patches. Adam stood there, waiting, observing. He wanted to see what they would do next.