Chapter 486: To Pay Back What You Owe

Chapter 486: To Pay Back What You Owe

You leave them alone! Hart roared, an uncharacteristic note of fear in his voice. The champion cut down all demons in close proximity to his blade as he pushed ahead, stalking the towering fiend like the reaper. Ill split you from crotch to crown!

He shot forward with a war cry, but a b'alamxiba hit him from the side, throwing off his flight path. Pazuzites piled on, straining against his enormous strength as he raged against them in turn.

But they were also strongand numerous.

Father! Claygon thought. What should we do?

Alex fought the terror-field closing in on his mind. We have to

Clawed fingers seized his shoulder, as more gripped his arms. Then his legs. He was struggling, trying to get free of the hands holding him. He called Wizards Hands and forceballs for help, but agwiagmas swarmed his force constructs, bursting them.

Alex looked around, desperately searching for his flicker dogsbut they were long gone. He struggled as the aeld staff was dragged from his handsreleasing waves of panicand a pazuzite raised it in triumph, cavorting about in victory.

The young Thameish wizard was wrestling with the chaos swirling in his head, his thoughts were everywhere, when a sudden scream took his attention.

No! I-Ill stop! Thundar cried, tossing aside his mace.

Thundar! Alex called out to his friend.

Azzads laughter boomed through the chamber as the minotaur rushed toward him with a fear-filled groan; Thundar passed one of the dead, crossbow-wielding demons, throwing himself down at the towering monsters feet.

Claygon stood nearby, seemingly paralysed.

FatherII do not know what to do! If I attackyouthe others could be hurt too! He thought.

Alex tried to fight the images of his friends being tortured and eaten; in the back of his mind, something was bothering himsomething he couldnt put words to.

He gazed up at the towering bulk of Azzad, his eyes searching for any way he could kill this monster beforebefore

Alex examined the demon's body language, noting the look in its eyes, and calling on the Mark. Images rose in his mind, comparing Azzads movements to those of every demon hed ever encountered.

There was something about Azzad that was familiar

An image of Zonon-Infull of deceitcame to him.

Realisation struck; Alex looked down at the trembling minotaur cowering before the demon.Rread latest chapters at novelhall.com

Thundar! He choked out. Get away! Hes lying! His body language is all lies!

The minotaur continued to whimper helplessly while Azzad laughed.

Until the whimpering abruptly stopped.

I know, Thundar said, his voice dangerously calm. Hey, demon. This belong to you?

There was a heavy twang of a bowstring.

A squelch of flesh.

Aaaaaaaargh! Azzad screamed, stumbling back, a massive crossbow bolt protruding from his eye. He pawed at his face, dropping one of his swords.

Thundar rose to his full heightsmall compared to the bulk of Azzadwith one arm raised, seemingly empty-handedno

the air shimmered around his hands as an illusion peeled away. The illusionary double of the minotaurhiding insidepeeled away, revealing the mace that he'd never dropped.

And on the way to the massive demon, hed picked up another demons discarded crossbows.

You! The son of Ikharrash wailed. You spineless beast! My eye, you took my eye!

Then you owe us another, the minotaurs voice was flint.

He snapped his fingers, muttering a short spell.

A volley of force missiles fired from his hand, cutting through the air, piercing the demons face, plunging deep into its other eye.

Arrrgh! You blinded me! It screeched. Youll wish you were dead a thousand times for this!

Try coming down here and saying that.

Thundar tossed aside his mace, reaching down and lifting one of the monsters immense swords. The minotaurs magically empowered muscles bulged as he hefted the weapon, clenching his teeth and levelling it at the demon like a spear.

Uhuh. Hart nodded to the minotaur with respect.

Yes. Claygon agreed, radiating warmth and awe as he looked at the minotaur.

Thundar looked at them in confusion. What? Do I got demon bits in my fur or something?

Alex reappeared in the clearing, dreading what he might find.

Relieved, when he saw it was exactly how theyd left itterrifying and filled with dangerous looking plantsbut with not a single sign of demons nearby.

His friends were gathered around the portal, splayed out on the ground, except for Theresa and Brutus, who stood at the clearings edgewatching the treesand Cedric, who was pacing back and forth a short distance away from the group.

Isolde had been watching him closely, but sheand the others turned as Alex materialised in the clearing.

Relief washed over Theresas face, but the others tensed when he first appeared.

Cedric ran forward. The rest! Are they

quite fine, Baelin said, as he, Thundar, Claygon and Hart materialised in the clearing.

Cheers rose from the group as a stampede of feet thundered across the ground. Theresa flew into Alexs arms, kissing him. Brutus nearly tackled them to the ground. Thundar was caught in a tight hug by Khalik and even Isolde, while Grimloch stomped over to Hart and clapped him on one shoulder.

Cedric clapped him on the other while Drestra simply nodded to the Champion. Glad youre alright, she said.

More than alright, thanks to this consummate badass. Hart nodded at Thundar.

Oh? Whats all this, then? Cedric said. Ytake out the last son, big guy?

Yeah, I did, Thundar grinned. Got lucky and used my head.

Indeed, Baelin said. But we can discuss that in detail shortly. Come friends, let us leave this place. Did any demons penetrate the clearing?

Isolde shook her head. A patrol came close but She gave a respectful nod to the engeli. your two engeli flew into the woods and slew them instantly and in utter silence.

The chancellor looked up, meeting the gazes of the winged giants. You performed your duties well. You will find payment waiting in your palaces.

Both engeli gave the archwizard silent nods, then disappeared as the chancellor strode to the portal. Come, let us be rid of this foul place.

No argument from me, Cedric said emphatically.

Together, the companions stepped through the gate, emerging back in the material world. The dry air of the ruined city struck Alex like a fist, a strong contrast to Cawarthins foul humidity.

It was more than a little relieving.

Im glad wereback, Theresa whispered, holding Alexs arm. That terror-field kept trying to get into mind: All I kept thinking about was all these horrible things that might be happening to you. It took everything I had not to run into the jungle and chase you down. Butthat wouldve only made things worse.

Im glad you stayed near the portal and safe, Alex said emphatically, rubbing her side. Last thing I wouldve wanted was for you to come back without a spell-mark.

I know, she said, kissing him on the check, making a face as his scraggly beard scratched her face. Please get rid of that thing.

That just makes me want to keep it, he said proudly, running his fingers through it.

Ugh.

As the last of the group filed through the portal, Baelin turned, waving a hand and speaking a quick word. The gate shuddered in the ruins doorway, shimmering then vanishing as though it had never been.

Well, Cedric sighed. Were all done. Guess its back to Thameland?

Not quite yet, the chancellor said, waving his hand toward the square.

There was a pulse of teleportation magic and the air wavered. An instant later, comfortable chairs appearedfitted with overstuffed cushionsin a circle within the ruined square.

Baelin gestured to the seats in invitation. This is a class, my young, Heroic friends. And as such, it would be useless if I were to simply throw you at enemies without you learning anything.

Learning? Drestra cocked her head to the side. Wont we do that back at the Research Castle? New spells and such?

Indeed, just as promised, the ancient wizard said, strolling to one of the seats and sinking down on the cushion. However, the combat that you just undertook is full of lessons of its own, but they will be useless if you dont discuss and debrief after such a fight. And so

Baelin smiled.

welcome to your first debriefing session of the Art of the Wizard in Combat. And as for the rest of you He snapped his fingers and the tracking orb appeared in his grip. we will begin this session a little differently than previous times. Withshall we say, a spectacle to watch.