Chapter 529: To Rip and Tear...Until it is Done

Chapter 529: To Rip and Tear...Until it is Done

The Mark screamed, battering his thoughts with every failure hed ever had.

But, it wasnt the only one screaming.

Fuelled by rage, Alex Roth yanked the wire free, tossing it aside as Yantrahpretayes shrill cry echoed through the iron compartment hed teleported into.

Thats right, he growled, seizing a gear inside the monsters core, and with a surge of power, ripped it from its axle. Go on, scream! Now its your turn to scream!

Alexs head pounded, but he grabbed pipes. He grabbed wires. He grabbed gears.

He yanked on parts he could not even name.

Andone by onehe tore them away.

The Mark poured its displeasure into him, hammering him until his eyes burned, screaming at him to stop. Soon, he was almost blind as failure after failure rampaged through his mind, clouding both his eyesight and will.

So, he felt around, using his hands, grabbing any wire his fingers touched, dragging it out. With every bit of strength and leverage he could muster, he gutted the steel-bodied demon like a fish. Its insides were now a sputtering debris field.

Stop! Yantrahpretaye screamed. Stop! What are you doing?

Im ripping you apart with my bare hands! Better you than us!

The Mark reacted, Alex felt like his head was splitting. Failures flashed, repeating everything hed ever done wrong, every mistake hed ever made. Images appeared in a constant stream, tormenting him, but the metal demon had to be stopped.

Yantrahpretaye channelled mana from his dwindling pool.

Alex couldnt let him use that magnetism again, especially not after the horror hed inflicted on Celsus.

Through the Marks assault, he hunted for the aeld staff, grabbing it in a trembling hand then channelling its energies, painting the greater demons core in mana draining symbols.

The staffs energies were weakening, but he pushed it for whatever help it could give him. He summoned four ice elementals to surround him.

Keep it cool in here and freeze whatever starts heating up, his voice was weak, seeming to echo in his head as he pulled another wire loose.

Yantrahpretayes cries grew panicked.

The temperature in the demons belly began to rise, but a shot of icy power stopped it, pushing it down. The greater demons ebbing mana could do nothing to raise it.

Alex heard a worried voice calling to him.

Father!Father whereare you? Claygon cried.

Im inside this demons belly, he thought. Can you move?

Yesnow I can!

Good. Do me a favour and rip his other arm off.

Right awayfather! Claygons voice thrummed with anger.

The young wizard yanked on another wire, the demons gut swung open and Alex dragged himself up, making his way to the demons chest. Metal scraped metal as Yantrahpretayes claws raked his lower gut, reaching for Alex, but the Fool was far from his reach.

Suddenly, stone crunched steel.

Two of Claygons hands wrapped around Yantrahpretayes arm.

Then pulled.

The fiends elbow separated, severing the joint in half.

The demon howled, but the sound was weaker; Alex ripped at its insides, the Mark punished him, the images sped up to a dizzying rate. The young wizard had to keep going, he had a shot at stopping him, no matter what it cost. Nausea gripped him, he slammed his eyes shut, dry-heaving. His arms were shaking, but they still stripped Yantrahpretayes insides bare. The demon was hissing, it was shuddering. The odour of rust filled the air, reaching Alexs nostrils even through the Marks brutal onslaught. Then, like a tower falling, the greater demon reeled, toppling to the ground.

With a high pitched whistle, steam escaped its core, hissing softly until it stilled.

Abruptly, the Marks interference stopped: after all, Alex had no reason to keep attacking the demonit was dead. Exhausted, and with his head throbbing, Alex slid from within Yantrahpretayes chest, and collapsed on Kaz-Mowangs palace floor, his breath ragged. At least, he could see again.

He trembled: he was burnt, blood leaked from the wound in his side, every breath hurt, the skin on his hands was in shreds. Machine-grease covered the ruins of his jesters costume, it was torn in patches.

But, their opponent was dead.

And he wasnt.

He sat up slowly, scowling at the horde of demons still filling the hall.

Their numbers were fewer, and their assault had paused; they gaped at himhe was drenched in Yantrahpretayes black life bloodas he glared at them from beside the ruins of one of their great masters.

He couldn't see anyone else, but he could feel them: Baelins towering power, mana surging from thousands of lesser mages.

Yeeeeah, maybe lets not go anywhere near there. Thundar wisely suggested.

Agreed. Not for all the magic in the world. Alex turned away from the war. Lets keep going.

Quietly, the two wizards teleported again and again, climbing higher into the skies of Jaretha. They closed on the city walls, unnoticed; all eyes were on the apocalyptic battle being fought deeper in the city. Alex doubted anyone would be paying any attention to two more wounded mortals desperately trying to escape the chaos.

And so he continued casting Planar Doorway, each spell drawing enormous mana, but his pool was deep and already regenerating.

He would have more than enough to get everyone to the edge of the maze. Orat least thats what he hoped.

There it is! Thundar cried.

Just a little more, Alex said.

Concentrating, he continued teleporting them through the sky untilat last they reached a quiet edge of the maze. From within the labyrinth came sounds of screaming and wailing: the citizens of the demon city were retreating through the maze in a panic.

But, at least for now, the spot he and Thundar had reached was free of traffic.

I'll be back in a flash, Alex said. I wanted to get you out of there; no way Im letting what happened to Celsus happen to you. Next, Ill bring Claygon. With his size, I dont think I'd be able to bring more than him and Kyembe.

You shouldnt worry about me so much, Thundar grunted.

I have to, Alex shook his head, remembering a ruined, armoured body. Look what happened to Celsus. One wrong move, and that could have been you or me. If Isolde and Khalik had been down here, it could have been one of them.

But it wasnt. Thundar looked at him sternly. Think about the bad shit later. Right now? Our allies need out.

Yeah, Alex said. Youre right.

With a deep breath, he cast Planar Doorway again.

On the trip back, he began to feel the strain of his mana pool draining, but he triggered Hsiekus technique, pouring mana from his fibres. Youre not failing yet, he told himself, pushing on.

As hed told Thundar, he brought Claygon and Kyembe next, teleporting them through Jaretha and out to the edge of the maze.

He went back for Guntile, Ripp, Ezerak, and Celsus body on the last trip.

But he wasnt about to leave Kaz-Mowangs palace without leaving him a parting gift.

He deserved a big surprise.

Ripp, Alex handed the bomb to the swiftling. Could you turn this dial for me, itll activate this messenger construct? Then, point it down the hallway and let it go. The second you release it, we leave.

Ripp looked at the device like he was looking at a live cobra. What is it?

An explosive, Alex said. A nice powerful one. So, dont forget, point it toward the hall.

Will do, boss. The swiftling took the device gingerly, wound it up, then released it.

Spreading its wings, the construct flew away, carrying the chaos bomb through the hallway.

Alex cast Planar Doorway, teleporting his team from the passage.

He teleported them out of the palace and into the sky, recasting his spell repeatedly. The Marks interference was as fierce as the power within him was comforting, but he had no time to slow, at any second

The explosion ripped the air.

A terrible blast echoed through a vast wing of Kaz-Mowangs palace, immolating it in flame, chaos, and pure power. Solid stone crumbled to dust. Precious gold liquified.

The fire breathed, expanding through the palace grounds.

Thats quite the blast, Guntile murmured, Too bad my stones cant do that.

I hope that arrogant bastard enjoys rubble, Alex said. Let him worry about the mess while we get away.

With those words, he teleported his companions over the wall and out of the city.

Behind them, the apocalypse continued.

His thoughts were elsewhere.

He was tired of waiting.

As soon as he got the chance, he would examine the Travellers artefact: getting his hands on it had been brutal, nearly costing all their lives.

But now, he had it, and it was time for some answers.