Athra

Chapter 18 - A New Journey Begins

Alex stared down at them deadpan, his hands casually in his black jacket's pockets. He was wearing his casual clothes, a grey top, black pants.

'I guess this fight is over then', Lewis deactivated the spell was attempting to cast, darkness and light mana dispersed inside him. That was if you could even still call it a fight, not because It was a two verse one but because Alex Athra was now here. The Rouge also seemed to accept that fact as it stopped attempting to form another scythe. Lewis knew it was the most logical thing it could've done but he had to admit it was a little disappointing. From his fight he thought the Rouge was the type to never give up no matter the odds.

"You alright Lewis" Alex asked.

"I'm fine".

"You've definitely seen better days" he joked, his deadpan expression turning into a grin.

"I've also seen worse" Lewis retorted.

"You were finally able to use eclipse".

"I was" Lewis said as he approached the Rouge forming handcuffs made of pure darkness. "Put these on. If you try anything other than what I say they'll cut your hands clean off" he informed it. The Rouge made no attempt to reply instead it reached into its cloak. Lewis readied himself for an attack and he could sense Alex channel mana. However, no attack came. Instead the Rouge pulled out a relic that looked identical to the one the Lewis had stolen from Wraith weeks earlier.

"Shit" Lewis cursed. He charged towards the Rouge and Alex suddenly appeared next to it, but just like at the depot the Rouge vanished in a white flash. Any trace it was ever in the city was gone.

"What just happened?" Alex asked confused as he stood over where the Rouge had been.

"The relic" Lewis stated, "I didn't know what it did before, but I guess it's some sort of spatial device".

"The relic?".

"I'll explain later".

"Any idea who it was? What it wanted?".

Lewis shook his head "No, first time we've properly met".

"Properly met -" Alex began to question but suddenly Lewis stumbled to the ground. Pain overwhelmed his body as his adrenaline worn off and he was quickly reminded of the cross that had been carved into his chest.

Alex instantly appeared next to him and held him up, "You can explain what you've been up to lately. First let's get you help".

"I'm fine" Lewis lied. Suddenly like his body had given up supporting his senselessness, he passed out.

He woke up in a bed, in the same clothes as earlier except for his shirt which assumed wasn't able to be saved. 'That was one of my favourites' he sulked. With a painful groan he sat up ignoring his sore muscles begging him lie back down. Looking around he could see he was in the Military medical hospital. The HQ had its own private medical sector to keep soldiers and personnel separate from the public. At further inspection of his surroundings he realised he was in one of the private rooms as well 'Not bad'. He'd been in a ward full of injured soldiers before and it wasn't an experience he'd consider great. He had no tubes or equipment hooked up to him, so he guessed that was good, but he was still faced with the issue that anytime he tried to move it felt a piercing pain as if the Rouge had stabbed him all over again. He'd felt like the before, it was the side effect many types of healing magic. Healing magic could help you recover from many deadly injuries, but it didn't function in the way of casting spell and your instantly recovered. Instead most healing magic was more like influencing your body to heal itself while providing it with the required resources. As a result, your muscles usually felt really sore especially if you hadn't had much rest. Lewis then started wondering how long he'd slept, judging from the pain his body was in it couldn't have been long. He saw that there was a clock placed above the door, he didn't know how long he'd been fighting, but had a feeling it had been asleep for just under three hours. His body felt that way anyway.