Spectral Regalia

Ch 20: Angel Lord

Neriel knew the risks. Even if he was to attempt such a spell, he wasn't sure if it would work considering the materials of the room were meant to hide mana traces. He didn't know if that would affect the spell in some way.

He finished the main diagram of the magic circle that consisted of a one complete circle on the inside and a semi-circle on the outer left side; a somewhat half ring. He then began to draw a smaller circle linking the semi-circle and the full circle. This was a careful process. He had to make sure everything was done right.

He felt he was not as fast as he could be. Could it be because I'm nervous of the two sylphs? The thought annoyed him. Imagine! To be worried about creatures lesser then him. He didn't hate the sylphs, but didn't think they were better than him. The knowledge that they had weapons forged by the god Septim made him even more nervous.

He was around 97% complete with the circle. Twenty-four minutes had passed and things had become eerily quiet outside. He figured that the prison riot had all but been crushed.

"I need to hurry up. All I need to do now is channel my mana into it." He began to do so and the summoning link started to take place as the magic circle began to glow brightly. Unfortunately for him, he was about to taste pain quiet clearly.

In a moment, a figure appeared next to his side like a lightning bolt, catching him off guard. As if in slow motion, his head began to turn but not before the figure rammed its fist into his hip, sending him tumbling towards the wall and smashing into it leaving a clear impression of his form. He coughed out blood and gasped.

"Haha. You're here earlier - sorry - later than I expected." The figure looked annoyed but was grinning savagely. It was the elven maiden, Syranna, brandishing her sigil bow Eclipse, which had allowed her powers to be modified to combat so she could take the angel off guard, otherwise it would have been incredibly hard for a sylph even as trained as her.

"I apologize about being late then. It seems someone let out the vile creatures and they had to be taken care of." A vein was popping on her forehead, as she knew it was Neriel who had done so. However, she was unaware that the incident had been an accident.

Neriel fell from the wall and caught himself in a pained kneeling position, one hand on his waist and emitting a white light. It was obvious the light was a healing spell, but he was sure he'd broken a couple of his ribs. So this is the power of a sigil. No..more so it is half the power of one, he thought. That is truly monstrous. There is no way I can defeat her I'll have to improvise. He considered his options but it didn't seem like Syranna wanted to wait for him as she drew back eclipse and aimed it.

"I can't let you out of here alive, dear angel. It would risk the order and peace of my race."

Neriel glared at her. "Of your race? You sylph have been hiding something and keeping it away from us. I can feel that shield's power. Whatever is inside it must be something important."

Syranna made a tsk sound with her mouth and drew the mana string that had formed on Eclipse. A mana bolt that was stronger than what she had used on Avrin began to take shape, but a voice called out to her. Myra. "Syranna! That's enough! I'm sure violence can be turned into something reasonable." Syranna was sceptical.

Avrin had been nothing but bad luck. She wanted to deal with the angel and then, if she got the chance, go for Avrin next. "Myra, I can't agree with you. He has seen it and it puts us at risk." She spoke calmly, but her face betrayed the tension that lay beneath the surface of her skin.

Myra sighed quietly. She didn't have a counter argument. In fact, she was more inclined to battle the angel and capture him - but it would cause problems. Unfortunately, the talking had given Neriel time to use a master level magic called White Out.