Chapter 244: Flight
"Sorrin!" Tana cried, rushing forward.
Surrounded by the dissipating remnants of the fifth-level magical technique, Sorrin dropped to one knee, breathing hard. His soul blazed with unsteady light, wavering as it fought to adjust to the rush of power following his breakthrough. Tana made it to his side in an instant, falling to her knees and clutching his arm.
"I’m alright," he said breathlessly.
Vithrass’s eyes narrowed, his brow creasing, and he took a step back. "This was an...unexpected development. Perhaps I’ll leave you to your touching moment and make my retreat."
"Not happening," Rasce said, raising his bow. He released another arrow, which Vithrass intercepted with ease.
"You can’t stop me."
The words seemed strange coming from a man bloodied and torn, but he spoke with such confidence I found myself believing him. He backed away, sword gliding between Dyson and Rasce, until he backed into the wall beside the few chained slaves in the basement. He grabbed a catkin girl by the throat and dragged her before him, using her trembling body as a shield.
Rasce frowned, flinching as the beastkin girl screamed in terror, but kept his bow trained on Vithrass. Dyson stalked closer, his twin blades glowing with mana, but stopped as Vithrass dug his sword into her neck, drawing a bead of blood.
"Another step closer and she dies. I’ve got more, so losing one here isn’t much of a problem. Can you say the same?"
The two hesitated, glancing at each other. VIthrass smiled viciously, nicking the girl again and making her whimper. He began to chant, and several magic circles appeared beneath his feet, rotating out in the now-familiar teleportation spell.
This time, I had the Eyes of Fate, and watched closely, memorizing the runes. It wasn’t a Fate spell, but after witnessing it so many times, I was beginning to familiarize myself with it. As for casting it myself? It would be impossible until I learned what all the runes did or memorized the chant.