Chapter 127: Michael and Amon [2]

Chapter 127: Michael and Amon [2]



***

Amon looked at his watch and clicked his tongue.

'This fucker...'

It had been minutes since he sent that message to Michael.

But he needed to reply to what his room number was.

Amon paced in the corridor, looking through various doors with many patients lying on the bed inside.

Fuck...

His plan would be ruined if it went to that.

Suddenly, a familiar scream resounded in Amon's ears.

His body immediately perked up.

On the lower floor, he recognized the location.

But he was sure he had checked it before.

Nevertheless, he ran at full speed through the corridor, throwing off even some doctors.

Reaching the staircase, he jumped across the railing, landing straight down.

He immediately saw a commotion in front of a door in the distance.

He quickly ran there and passed through the onlookers to see what was happening.

What greeted his eyes was a destroyed infirmary room, with burnt walls.

Small fires still swayed lightly on some furniture.

Everything was destroyed.

In the middle of the room, Amon saw Michael sitting on the ground, his clothes half burnt into ashes.

He was clutching his head as if trying to pull out his hair.

Not wasting a second, Amon quickly ran into the room toward Michael.

But as soon as he took a step in, Michael looked up at him.

His eyes locked with him and Amon saw them trembling with fear and trauma.

"Michael..." Amon reached out his hand.

He heard several shouts from behind to come back and not head into the fire but he ignored them.

"No, no, no..." Michael raised his arm, pointing his palm at him to stay away.

Michael started crawling back in fear, his body trembling.

Amon took a step forward.

"Bro, you-"

"NO! NO! NO! STAY AWAY DON'T COME NEAR ME." Michael neared the edge of the wall.

Amon tried to take another step to calm him down but suddenly, two arms looped around his shoulder.

"Get out kid! Don't you know he's retreating because of you?"

Amon clicked his tongue.

"I'll see you later.....Michael."

"Get out!" Michael buried his face in his arms.

Amon stepped out of the room after several pushes from the staff.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"You aren't from this camp, are you? Get back to your camp. This is our matter, do not

interfere." One of them looked at him sternly.

Ignoring him, Amon slowly walked out of the building.

***

Amon came out of the building, a satisfied expression on his face.

His suspicions were proven correct.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

The plan was working.

Now, only the final part was left to completely prove his theory.

With that in mind, Amon headed back to his camp, entering the training room.

Amon noticed the rapid decrease of mana in his body, and how his throat and skin were

quickly drying up.

But yes, because of his constitution, he felt no suffocation or coughing.

Nevertheless, he still acted to be affected by it.

Amon knew that those mages were nature-elemental clovists.

And his guess was proven to be correct as the guide clapped his hand to get their attention.

"What you are experiencing right now, is the air inside the dome. This is still not perfect as we are trying to replicate it using nature mages, but still, the purpose is for you people to know

how harsh it is in there."

He explained. Everyone clutched their throats, even their previous tears unable to come out now.

"The polluted air grips at your throat, reduces your mana slowly, suffocates you, makes you

unable to breathe, blurs your vision, makes you see hallucinations, and slowly pushes you to death. That's what the mana-polluted air does." He explained as he walked among the

students.

Everyone was now writhing on the ground now.

Amon noticed that even though Elizabeth was the strongest, she was suffering the most right

now.

Her eyes were bloodshot and his condition was like that of a person extremely near death.

"The past night must be affecting her in those hallucinations...' He thought and focused in

front.

It was beginning now.

Dylan came to stand near Amon.

Coughing and writhing on the ground continuously, Amon didn't lift up his gaze.

"But...."

"There's a simple solution to all of this." He explained.

"And that's to circulate your elemental mana as a coating to your body so the air doesn't affect your pathways. It repels the air from entering your body." Focusing on his words, everyone immediately started to circulate their mana.

And it was after that, that life finally returned to their bodies as they relaxed on the ground,

gasping quickly and loudly.

Their mana was still getting reduced but they knew they were fine.

After all, in the dome, all they needed to do was circulate the mana until they got inside the

building.

Here, the mages would just stop.

Amon saw Dylan come to stand just in front of him, an inch away from Elizabeth who was still

suffering on the ground.

And the same for Amon as he hadn't circulated his mana yet.

"But..." He said.

"There's another way."

His voice turned deep and glitchy a little, echoing in Amon's ears.

It was so subtle that no one was able to notice except him.

"And that way is..." It grew more deeper and horrifying, this time even the other students

noticed.

At that moment, Amon swiftly looked up, his gaze locking with Dylan, who had an eerie smile

on his face that stretched from ear to ear.

"And that is for all of you to die."

Now. Amon lunged.

This is the second chapter from yesterday. Sorry, I was busy with college and there was a

storm in my country, so I had problems writing.

I hope you understand.

The 2 chapters of today might be delayed by a few hours but will be published according to

the usual time.

I hope you understand.