"You're going down, Maelfor!" Jethro shouted.
"I could steal more of Zaxl's powers," he threatened.
"I'm a dead man anyway, go ahead and take them," Zaxl said in a defeated tone, putting his scythe down.
"You weren't supposed to give up that easily!" he exclaimed in shock.
"Zaxl, what the hell are you doing?" I asked in horror.
"I know what I am doing," he smirked.
Just as Maelfor started to steal Zaxl's powers he chanted the spell.
We followed suit and I could see him struggling and wailing against our combined magic.
He shriveled up to the size of a field mouse and let out one more shriek before ceasing his wailing.
"And that is how you deal with demons!" Jethro shouted.
"We need something to hold him in," Zaxl said.
"Like what?" I asked, curious.
"Like a jar that's magical or something..." Jethro said.
"Brilliant thinking Jethro!" Zaxl said.
"Wait, really?"
"Yes, he is small enough to fit in one."
"Hear that Maelfor? You got beat by peasants!!"
He didn't respond and we were beyond thankful.
"Yuna, teleport us to Vesperis, I have a surprise for Maelfor," Jethro grinned.
"Sure thing!" she obliged.
We were teleported to Vesperis in seconds and I had never been happier.
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The Amethyst Flame
FantasyThe village of Colmer is devastated by a plague. Its only hope is two brothers divided by their beliefs in magic. When Jethro ventures into the depths of the forest to find a wizard who can heal the village, Arthur is forced to find his brother befo...
