Chapter 350: Kael

Chapter 350: Kael

Runes

The world stilled as the rune came into existence, written on the tapestry of the world itself, inked with a piece of Kaels own soul and will. The name of the rune was not important, it was just a mental trigger, Vhrom was not a language that had power. It was something that Raazels ancestors came up with, names for the natural laws and effects in their universe. What mattered was the script, the written rune. It had to be written with will and soul, pieces of the world that stood above everything else. In a pattern that resonated with the world at its basest formEssence.

When the rune settled into the world, its command spread, resonating with the power of Kaels soul and will. As the terrible ideal attack descended from high above, heat and light falling on top of him, the rune ordered all Essence into a simple directionprotection.

Kael saw air twist, the ground around him surge; space and time and most everything else surrounded him into a protective shell. All except for light, fire and heat. Even with the rune, those were Heors domains, too deeply under his power for Kael to touch. The shell met the attack, and everything shook. Protected inside the shell of Essence, Kael moved. He stabbed his claws and wrote, his soul leaking through his fingers, his will focused on a singular goal.

The first thing he wrote were a line and a cross, the Sa runeto mark, or set a place. He carved it in the rock beneath him. Next he wrote with both hands, a series of runes. Vhrom again, as the anchor, then he added the other runes.

Protect, contain force and bind, then silence. He didnt have the time to think of anything else, nor could he spare any more of his soul. Already he felt drained, his Soul and Spirit helped him regenerate his soul, but the first Vhrom rune had taken too much from him in order to protect him.

The shell around him cracked like crystal, and Essence returned back to its natural place. Heor stood above, looking down at him with a frown on his face. Kael didnt hesitate.

He felt his body trying to regenerate, but it was slow, his rune use had left him weakened. Heor dropped next to him, looking down his expression getting calmer as the domain influenced him.

Now you die, at last, Heor whispered. For my blood.

He raised his hand and pulled out a weapon, a spear, out of his storage. Kael moved with all of his speed and might, his will focused on a single thing, a combination rune.

Part of the rune that his teacher showed him before sending him back. Force and transport. The Essence obeyed, space twisted and Heors eyes widened, his will expanded trying to stop it, but he didnt understand what Kael was doing. He was pointing his will in the wrong direction. The space snapped and Heor was gone, transported back to the prison Kael shaped, territories away. Kaels Domain shattered and he groaned, then picked himself up, his cut wings barely able to keep him in the air, but he kept going.

He didnt know how long the prison was going to keep Heor. Kael might have hours, or he might have days or months even. He had never used his runes on another in this manner. What he knew was that setting it up had drained him, diminished his soul. He wasnt going to attempt anything like that any time soon. For now, he just kept going, putting more and more distance between them.

Fucking monsterKael cursed inwardly. Heor had done so much damage to him, if he didnt have his rune knowledge He shook his head and pushed those thoughts away. He trapped Heor days ago, and he hadnt seen any sign of him returning, so he finally relaxed enough to take stock of everything. His absolute mastery of his body allowed him to channel his regeneration where he wanted, so at least he had managed to heal his wings enough to fly at full speed again.

Then he had used a few small runeswhich had nearly made him pass out from the strainto analyze himself. He found something, clinging to his soul that he hadnt noticed before. He didnt know what it was, but the purpose was obviousit was the way that Heor tracked him. It had to have been a perk or an ability, maybe even an item that Heor used to mark him somehow without him noticing. He wondered if his teacher noticed. He never said anything, but Kael suspected that he had to know. Sometimes, Raazel had a strange sense of humor. Or perhaps he just didnt think it worth mentioning.

And worse, to remove the mark he had to burn that part of his soul out, weakening himself further. He needed to get to his people, to heal his body which would fuel and increase his soul regeneration. He was completely unprepared to fight Heor again. No items, no grasp of his full power. He needed time to improve his techniques, to rebuild his armory, to train and improve himself.

And time was something that he didnt have as much as he needed. He needed his people, his team, they had always been more dangerous together. And just as he had gone on a trip to find opportunities to gain power, so had they gone on their own journeys. It was supposed to be a split of only a handful of years, but fate interfered. Still, Kael wondered just how much more powerful his people had gotten. He was eager to find out, and he knew that they wouldnt disappoint him.

So, he headed Northwest, toward their hidden home.The source of this content no/v(el)bi((n))