Trapped in Another World With No Magic

Chapter 31: Master of the Citadel

~Hey Dear Readers! For any of my returning readers, I have updated this chapter with the improved battle, so there have indeed been changes. I originally posted the rewritten chapters separately to give readers a chance to see them side by side if they so chose. This is the third and last chapter that I have rewritten so far, so the rest should remain relatively the same. As I discover moments that need updated to match (namely mentions of Hekate's level of involvement), I'll update those, but overall the rest of the story should remain unchanged for now. Thank you!

For my first time readers, I hope you enjoy! Thank you for reading!

Anyways, I hope you enjoy, and thank you for reading!~

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BOOOOOOOOM!

Hekate is ripped out of her trance by a new shout of the god of thunder. She reacts by flailing back, but suddenly, her heart races back up to speed.

This time, it's not pure fear. Her feet and hands move on their own. "Daniel!"

The fox-eared girl scrambles up and sprints across the massive room, darting through the lingering smoke and dust. Every step, she picks up speed as resolve washes over her. She's not thinking as she does, but her thoughts begin to catch up.

No! Daniel! I have to help him!

She flashes through the room, putting herself between the pinnacle of all fiends and her human companion as the black-haired girl unleashes all of her magic in every element she can summon; fire, stone, lightning, darkness, ice, wind, water, light, death; all but healing magic. While she does so, she uses her body to push backwards into Daniel, forcing him away from the magical monster.

Hekate has gotten a second wind of magic power, and she won't squander it while Daniel fights alone.

It only registers as she and Daniel flop onto the ground in front of the Feral Feldrok's motionless form, and the human tries to wrestle her arms to get her attention.

"Hekate! Hekate! Calm down! It's over! It's dead!"

She finally cuts off the elemental magic with a final fizzle of fire, glancing over her shoulder at Daniel as he hugs her arms to her with his own. "We did it, Hekate. The Feldrok is dead."

Hekate looks up at the humongous muzzle of a titanic hellbeast, where even now, the Feldrok hasn't moved. It didn't shift when Hekate launched her attack. It didn't flinch. It didn't sigh. It didn't wake up. It's not even breathing. And, now that she looks, its blood is pouring down continuously onto the floor.

It all sinks in.

The god of thunder truly is none other than the sorcerer currently hugging her. His staff, which launched four deadly attacks, is the item that called forth the wrath of the gods themselves, striking down the most powerful living creature in the world.

Daniel holds Hekate for a long while, and she finally blinks her disbelief away. She looks over her shoulder. "Daniel?"

"It's dead, Hekate. The Citadel will soon be ours."

Her eyes water, and she twists in his arms to hug him. "DANIEL!" She begins sobbing. He doesn't seem to understand. Or, he feigns ignorance at least. She's not crying because she's happy. She's crying because she thought she had lost him forever. Which, of course, is cause for happiness that it wasn't the case, but she still hasn't gotten over the terror and feelings of loss.

After a long while, Daniel finally urges her to let him up. "We need to collect our spoils, right? Don't want anyone else to come after us." He takes his magic bag back from her, and he extracts one of the giant ones. He murmurs, "Hmmm... Both of these are getting kinda full. Here's hoping." He begins putting the Feldrok into the bag.