Chapter 226: Party’s Bond
My quiet, heartfelt declaration brought a somber silence to the cavern, broken only by the drip of Vithrass’ blood. After a moment, the Demonkin looked up, his eyes glowing with madness.
"Free? You can never be free. You are already mine!"
He tried to raise his arms, but when only one responded, he stared down dumbly at the severed limb lying limply on the ground. A scream built in his throat, beginning low and deep, building to a dreadful cacophony of rage and denial.
"Oh, shut up and die already," Sorrin spat, raising his sword.
But before he could bring it down, something on the demonkin’s remaining hand flashed, and a magic circle materialized around him. Sorrin backed away warily as several thousand runes sprung up, rapidly weaving complex magic circles.
Something about the spell tugged at my memory, and I pulled at Tana’s sleeve. "Stop him!" I cried, "Its a teleportat-"
Before I could finish, the demonkin vanished, pulled away to some unknown location. Devoid of his horrifying screams, the cavern felt eerily quiet, with only the distant weeping of the caged prisoners. The sudden disappearance caught the entire party off-guard, leaving us in a stunned silence for several seconds. Once it became apparent he was truly gone, I let out a sigh of relief. Even injured, the demonkin’s very presence was a vice in my heart.
"Damn it," Sorrin finally swore, ramming his sword into his sheath.
Dyson turned to me. "Teleportation? Is something like that even possible?"
I lowered my head, too ashamed to meet their questioning eyes. "I’m sorry. If only I realized it sooner, then we could have-"
"I think that’s enough out of you," Sorrin said, frowning at me.