The pain filled screams of the purifiers filled the building in an increasing number. Cornel was not happy with such a turn of events so, his words were filled with as much hate as Gresham and Leopold had for Desmond when he shouted.
"Enough of this whether I dig out his heart with my own hands or blast him to bits its all the same. His blood will flow and the great Kali will be pleased. So, shoot him then we will paint the walls with his blood to honor the lives of our brothers that he cut short".
The armed purifier guards in the group didn't need Cornel to tell them anything they had long since taken aim at Desmond and were ready to shoot. The only problem was that their were to many people in the way, but it was only a minor problem because Desmond was clearing them out of the way.
As people dropped to the ground left and right Desmond was beginning to become trully appalled, by how easy it was to kill a normal human. When magic is involved there's basically no resistance. Desmond wasn't looking for an epic life or death battle, but looking at how easily people are dropping dead in front of him makes him a bit ashamed to be human.
As more people dropped down dead he saw a glimpse of a few automatic weapons peering out of the crowd and knew he had staid in one spot for to long. In a hurry Desmond dove back underground seconds before a hailstorm of enchanted bullets rained down were he once was.
Every bullet was like a cannon ball when it was fired, the shear force from each bullet dug up the dirt and flung it into the air. A dirt cloud spreaded out filling the room while Desmond was cowering underneath the earth. He was to deep for the bullets to reach him, but each shot compressed the dirt around him.
Desmond felt as though he was beginning crushed as his already slow movements slowed even more under the weight of the dirt. Even though the ground shook violently from the rain of bullets the building never did. Cornel had yet to call for assistance and wards placed on the building before hand made the building appear normal. Making the other purifiers outside the building were still oblivious as to what was happening outside.
When the dust settled Cornel wasn't going to take any more chances with Desmond anymore. Desmond had killed a little over 20 people and injured a few more. Cornel not wanting anymore losses said, "that old man might still be alive I want every man, woman and child to grab a weapon from the armory and shoot anything that pops out of the ground.
The other purifiers developed a burning hatred for Desmond after what he had done. He took the lives of some of the parents children and many others friends. There were those who spent their time kneeling in the dirt crying over the loss of their loved ones. Not up for the task of slaying Desmond while others couldn't be anymore eager to kill him.
As people were rushing to arm themselves Desmond was attempting to gain his bearings if even just a little. Being constantly lost underground wasn't helping him so, Desmond spreaded out his spirit threads to see if he regain even a little sence of direction back.
His experiment was a complete failure it only aided in him getting so lost that he now had difficulty distinguishing up from down. Desmond tried to follow his old tunnels, but a majority of them collapses from the violently of bullets.
Desmond wriggled around underground trying to reach the surface only to find something else instead. It was an immaculant gold plated incense burner with the symbols of the eight auspicious signs carved on the sides. The same smoke that Desmond saw all around him underground was being released from the top.
"So, this is the thing thats been screwing with my sence of direction". Desmond was happy that he found the source of his missory Misery and wanted to Destroy it to finally be free, but Desmond's greed got a hold of him. He could see the strong energy raidiating off of the incense burner laying next to it Desmond felt oppressed by it.
Despite knowing full well trying to leave with the incense burner would bring more difficulties hDesmond just couldn't bring himself to depart without it. After a tough debate with himself he made the decision to take it.
Desmond took hold of the incense burner he felt the whole world warp around him when he did. In that moment Desmond knew that his sence of direction was completely taken away from him. Not wanting to worry about that Desmond twisted the incense burner's lid stopping the smoke from seeping out and focused solely on escaping.
It took a while, but Desmond came up with a plan to escape with the incense burner. It was just as stupid as his first plan were he tried shooting his way out, but with how little magic he had left he was running out of options.
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Reluctantly Desmond attempted something he swore he wouldn't do until he had more experience which was alter a spell. Creating or altering a spell is extremely dangerous even for masters at it. The spell could easily become unstable and explode which was what Desmond was hoping for.
Underground Desmond began the fusion of the two beginner rank spells illuminate and produce sound to create a flash bang. The spell didn't need to be perfect only very bright and loud to allow Desmond to enact faze two of his escape plan. Over time Desmond came up with a ruff magic circle design.
The magic circle was constantly breaking appart, but Desmond kept it stable in his hands. With the spell ready Desmond let the magical energy inside of him burst outwards. Just like when he fought Eliot Row as Desmond released his energy the ground beneath everyone's feet bulged and burst out ward.
Soil was scattered as people standing on top of the mound were flung away along with a few greaving widows. When the ground popped dozens of people didn't hesitate to shoot into it. It sounded like the forth of july as every gun in the building shot off simultaneously. Until everyone got an eye full of the present Desmond had in store for them.