Chapter 127 The mouth

Chapter 127 The mouth

Henry emerged from the forest and swiftly dashed through the White Merchant Road, his silver blade glinting dangerously, aiming for the robed man. The crisp sound of his boots crunching the snow alerted the mage, who turned his head. He had already been anticipating an enemy, but didn't know from where they would launch an attack.

With a disdainful sneer, the mage's hands danced in the air, sparks of fire mana coming out of his fingers -"I have been waiting for this for fifty years...when I am near to reach it, bugs keep appearing!" - His movements paused, and an ancient symbol appeared in front of him, conjuring a fire arrow that streaked towards Henry with incredible speed.

Henry remained composed, his breath steady and his eyes focused on the enemy ahead, not diverting his gaze. His heart kept infusing his body with mana, making his speed and reaction time to soar, allowing him to fell and see the world around him more clearly. With a small movement, he sidestepped the incoming projectile, a dangerous dance with death. The arrow grazed his black cloak, starting a magical fire that would only stop when it consumed all.

However, before Henry could take it out, another arrow was already hurtling toward him as the mage retreated, increasing the distance between them. This time, Henry had no time to evade and used the sword to deflect it. To his surprise, the impact felt solid, unlike the fiery illusion he expected. The strength and speed behind the arrow forced him to stop. The king analyzed the robed man, who had retreated farther away from him, like a person experienced in battles, a person that understood his weakness and strength.

Beneath the hood, the robed man's eyes glowed with a golden light as he uttered a menacing vow - "I will make sure to exterminate your kind and burn all trees on these lands to make sure that no living being ever comes back here!" - He had been on this quest for almost a lifetime, but there were still people getting on his way.

Henry didn't respond. He took off his cloak and threw it on the ground, allowing the snow to kill the fire. He raised his sword, analyzing the web of cracks that now covered almost the whole blade. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"You northerns, why don't you just die already?" - the robed man angrily said, launching another arrow towards the disoriented Henry.

Henry could barely hear and see his surrounding, only seeing the shadow of something fast and shiny coming towards him. It covered the distance between the two in the blink of an eye. The king felt helpless. The arrow was too close, it was impossible to dodge or summon the strength to do something, he didn't even have the time to survive.

"I will die" - The chilling realization echoed through Henry's mind, but he couldn't reach another conclusion for this situation.

"Mages...I couldn't even reach him" - the king thought, acknowledging the stark reality that he hadn't been able to even swing his sword at the mage. He was confident that if he could approach the mage, he could behead him. He was stronger physically, but the man gave him no time to get closer.

Henry kept his eyes wide open, fixed on the approaching fire arrow that was destined to reap his life. However, in the midst of the sensation of hitting rock bottom, something stirred within him. It was as if a living force resisted death, it didn't want to die. It didn't want to return to darkness. It moved with a single purpose.

Suddenly, a giant mouth appeared from Henry's chest. It felt like a living being that wished to protect its house and would never allow its offspring to die.

It was like the mouth of a dragon, filled with teeth and a foul air.