TBATE-ALLIANCE

Chapter 18

3rd Person POV

Callum flew through the air over the base at a frightening velocity. He willed mana into one of his runes, creating a heat wave around him, combusting the ground beneath him into cinders. Alacryans attempted to fire spells and arrows at Callum as he flew through the air, but they were destroyed by the sheer heat of Callum's magic.

Callum deactivated his rune and came to a stop in mid-air. He looked around at the flaming devastation in his wake, making sure he didn't leave any enemy forces behind that would pose a threat to Caera and Sevren.

Callum's head snapped to the right, feeling a fluctuation of magic. He dashed back, barely missing a bolt of lighting that was directed straight for him. He followed the origin of the attack with his eyes, and his gaze locked on three loyalists standing on top of a small square building, glaring at him.

Callum shifted his body to face the loyalists and willed mana into one of his runes. Flames poured out of his right hand, coating his crimson spear, before congregating at the tip. The loyalist's eyes widened in fear, seeing Callum utilizing his magic and preparing for an attack. One of the loyalists stepped forward in front of the others and lifted both hands. A large mana shield formed in front of the loyalists, between them and Callum.

Callum narrowed his gaze, "Do you honestly think that'll save you?"

Callum thrust his spear forward, shooting a powerful beam of fire toward the loyalists. The beam collided with the shield with a massive explosion, destroying the shield, the loyalists, and the building they were standing on. The shockwave from the blast reverberated through the air and blew past Callum, who was steadfast and didn't even flinch. Callum lowered his spear and was preparing to fly to his next target.

Suddenly, Callum's entire body stiffened as his regalia hummed with power, and magic reverberated through the air. He knew this feeling. It was when his summons was using a tremendous amount of magic.

His head whipped toward where he sensed Seraphina, and his eyes widened in fear for Caera. His stomach dropped, and he saw a black mist floating in the air. He knew this was Vritra magic, and it could only be coming from one person: Mawar.

***

Mawar chuckled and gave a sinister smile, "Seeing that angry look in your eyes does put a smile on my face."

Caera glared hatefully at Mawar while she held Sevren in her arms. She held him tightly as he barely clung to consciousness. She had already lost him once and couldn't bear the idea of losing him again.

"C-Caera..." Sevren called out, coughing up blood.

Caera's eyes snapped to Sevren with concern, "Save your strength."

"Run..." Sevren said, groaning from the pain.

Caera's tearful eyes narrowed on him, "I'm not leaving you."

"Listen to your dear brother, Caera," Mawar chuckled. Caera's head snapped to her, giving Mawar a vicious gaze. "Don't you worry; I'll take good care of him." A sinister smile formed on Mawar's face, eyeing Sevren like a trophy.

"Go to hell, you bitch!" Caera spat.

Mawar raised a brow, "I see your time with the barbarians in Dicathen has turned you rabid." She raised her arm into the air, smiling menacingly at Caera. "I'll do you a kind mercy and put you down like the animal you are!"

"SCREECH!!!"

Mawar and Caera's gaze snapped toward the screech. Mawar's eyes widened, seeing Seraphina coated in flames flying straight at her from above. Mawar quickly dashed back, barely dodging Seraphina, who flew up and began to circle around Mawar in a large circle.