Chapter 159: Snaked

Chapter 159: Snaked

After the initial shouts of surprise, came the grabbing of guns.

Erec twitched, trying to retreat and find cover, but his legs refused to cooperate. Where did that axe from and why did it vanish when he needed it? The thing barely held in his hands had nowhere near the level of power he needed.

They were taking tactical positions. He saw them shifting about ahead. But the sudden shock of the barrier opening caught them by surprise—they mustn't have been able to hear them outside of the door. The debut release of this chapter happened at Ñøv€l-B1n.

Colin stepped between Erec and the room, his hands weaving a glyph. In a second, a thick wall of ice rose like a curtain, cutting them off from the room. Bullets slammed into the barrier a couple of seconds later, a blind volley from the defenders. The ice chipped and cracked ahead of them, and on the other side, a ball of fire slammed into the barrier.

But Colin didn’t wait for his spell to collapse. After putting the wall up, he wove a larger glyph—his hand outward as a more complex form of deep purple spun into the air; his hand crackled as sparks burst from his arm.

For Colin to act first—and actually present himself as a contender on the battlefield was baffling.

But with Erec’s body refusing to move, he could only watch in awe the moment the ice shatter.

Colin brought his hands together, and a thread of light rammed itself through the glyph—bursting into a tree of lightening that snapped from the narrow point of his palms and tore into the room like a tempest, cracking into unknown assailants and turning the standoff into a slaughterhouse. Burnt flesh and screams responded from the interior—but there were no bullets that flew at them.

Stronger than the typical spell he flung; how had he made such a breakthrough? Was that lightning the result of his soul? Either way, he’d drawn clear first blood. But then...

That was it. He twitched and then convulsed as a bolt of electricity sparking off of him rebounded and hit him instead, slipping to the side and gasping.

It had to be. Like Erec’s silver flames, but less developed. Colin was, without a doubt, out of the fight. But he’d bought them time. Erec needed to get in the room and disable Seven-Snakes before he tried to run. Erec let out a grunt, trying to force his legs to cooperate and stand up. They were numb, wrung out, but it wouldn’t stop him. Colin’s act of defiance jump sparked Fury into spiraling once more, igniting and burning through the inertia.

But he wasn’t alone—Garin grabbed him by the shoulder as he rose, pushing him past the threshold and into the battlefield as their targets were recovering from Colin’s sudden attack; sensing his intent.

The interior was smaller than Erec might’ve predicted. Not a vault at all, but a kind of living chamber. Completed by turned over sofas, what had been a pleasant dining room table. A Magi was bleeding out on the ground; his skin tore and seared, with odd veins on his body. Another man was leaning against the wall, gun dropping as his arm convulsed. Another Magi was hiding behind a door, shifting slightly to look and no doubt cast a spell.

Seven-Snakes flung open the door to what appeared to be a bedroom—a revolver swaying to take a shot.

Erec shoved Garin to the side and flung himself forward, spinning across the ground as the gun went off and its bullet skidded against a wall. Erec quickly crawled behind a flipped table. Garin was crouched beneath a counter.

“Never seen it before,” the man lied.

Erec yanked him back by the collar; lifting him off the ground, a reminder of how he got here, and what Erec could do to him. Seven-Snakes kicked out feebly, cussing up a storm.

“Lie again, and I’ll put you back to sleep. You’ve seen my mother. I want answers.”

Boldwick crossed his arms as he watched from the other side of the table, offering no help to the man. In fact, he hadn’t issued Erec any orders; came in to help with the questioning. The level head to the situation, which Erec desperately needed. At any second, he felt like he might snap and beat Seven-Snakes into a barely functioning pulp of meat; and the calm voice in the room helped keep him under wraps.

“Fucking kid,” Seven-Snakes bitched, as Erec let his feet touch the ground again. He sneered as he took in the map. “Shouldn’t have marked it up like this. They’re gonna be pissed if a priest sees it.”

“Why is that?” Boldwick replied.

“Eyes. It sees through the eyes,” Seven-Snakes pointed to his own and winked, “And that’s as much as they told me. Load of cryptic bullshit, sure. But it’s what it is. My advice? Listen to what they tell you, since they know more than they should. Kind of their thing.”

“They? Who was with Dame Isolde?”

“Damn, you guys no jack-shit, huh? And that whore sleeping around with one of them is this kid’s mom. Are you sure—“

Erec didn’t even hesitate. He flipped Seven-Snakes around and smashed a fist into his jaw. The bastard slunk to the floor, head hitting the table as he fell.

“Olivia,” Boldwick called, leaning down against the table and sighing.

“Sorry,” Erec said, even if he didn’t feel sorry at all. His fuse was short, and Fury was still flaring in his chest, a constant sensation that refused to burn away.

“You had a right to what you did, but I caution you this; no amount of force is going to make that man fear you. It might make him think twice before saying the wrong thing in a position of weakness, but he will not cower and consider that he may have been in the wrong. It’s only going to build resentment.”

“Doesn’t matter. He’s going to the Magi after we get what we need. He’s their problem then, isn’t he?”

“That much is true. But you can never tell when an enemy you’ve made will return seeking revenge; take yourself and him. Do you think he expected you to be such a thorn in his side? No. But here we are. Why don’t you take a walk—now that we’re aware of his tricks, we can counter them easily.”