Chapter 216: Alistair’s Death
He carefully fixed the purple gemstone into the hollow space of the hilt, and he almost dropped the weapon when the blade mystically glowed with a purple hue, from the bottom all the way to the angled tip. He glanced hesitantly at Alistair who gave him a nod of assurance, as if reassuring him that he needn’t be scared to make a strike, and since everyone else had done it successfully, Maurice didn’t think there was a chance that anything would go wrong in his case. He was probably overthinking the matter like his worried self.
"Here goes."
Sucking in a deep breath, he took in his preferred stance and grasped the hilt tightly.
The purple glow of the blade magically intensified at his approach, it’s hues reflecting in the depths of his brown irises, and in one swift move, Maurice delivered a calculative strike, and unlike everyone else who had succeeded in creating a fine arc, Maurice’s arc mysteriously doubled, crossing over the other in mid-air, and when they struck Alistair who masterfully defended himself with the blade, the powers of the arc intensified, emanating a power that was shockingly both potent and deadly, and although Alistair’s blade managed to absorb it all, the arc had succeeded in giving him a cut just above his chest, like a blade slicing through his shirt and into his skin, whilst the sight elicited several gasps from the crowd as Maurice froze in shock.
Meanwhile, at the second to the top floor, Agathe was still helplessly trapped in the confines of her chamber. She had called out to anyone passing by to open the door, but unfortunately, the path leading to the chamber where she was trapped appeared to be empty. When Agathe was starting to lose hope of ever making it out of here, her ears perceived the footsteps of someone walking by. Quickly wiping her tears away, she stood up to her feet and banged harder on the door.
"Is someone out there?? Anybody??" She banged continuously, her heart thudding loudly in her chest as she anticipated for whoever it was to answer her call for help, and to her quick relief, she heard a voice that seemed to belong to a male servant.
"Who’s there?"
"Open the door!" She banged hard on it, and it didn’t take too long before the servant successfully opened the door. When he met Agathe’s stare, his eyes widened, and he immediately lowered his head in a bow, as if he had not known that she was the one trapped inside all along.
"Where’s everyone?" She asked the servant after stepping out of the room, and he answered.