Harbinger of Death

Chapter 7: Swords

"Anong nangyayari?" bungad sa amin ni Lyren at Alania pagkalabas nila ng palasyo. Nasa taas na ang mga eroplano at kailangan naming magmadali. 

"Lyren, tawagin mo lahat ng fairies at lahat ng may kakayahang lumaban sa loob ng palasyo. Paparating na ang mga kampon ni Black Phoenix!" sigaw ko habang pinagmamasdan ko ang mga eroplanong 'yon. Kailangan kong gumawa ng paraan.

I joined my hands together in a prayer position. I should knock some of them out of the sky. "Air Manipulation: Compress!" I connected my presence to the air above us, and compressed them into seemingly solid objects. I applied my magic pressure to strengthen its solid property. 

"Lance! Shoot!" I scattered 10 lances into the sky. Most of the planes dodged, and I was only able to damage one. I covered the plane in a thick layer of air as it started to explode and moments later, fire was all over the spherical layer I made. I threw it out of the city.

I panted. I looked around me and I realized that everyone is already scattered. Sivel is the only one remaining beside me. "Aren't you going to fight?" I asked him as I caught my breath.

"I-I will. But my magic will hurt me if I do," he whispered. He shook his head. "No, I have to fight," he said, steeled with determination. I don't know what made him determined. He ran off outside the palace to join the others. 

I looked up and the planes were gone. They must have landed already. 

I was about to run when I felt a strong gust of wind coming from all directions. Seconds later, I am looking at a plane landing in front of me, crashing the front gates of the palace. They concealed the planes using their magic!

It's a huge black plane, made out of black steel and other metals. Its design is unique, having jagged spikes in its wings, and dark pointed rocks underneath. The door opened and a stairs appeared. And I suddenly realized that this is the biggest plane that they sent. A tall man appeared atop the stairs, with his cloak fumbling against the wind. He wears a dark suit, and there are 10 swords on his back. He has a number 5 golden tattoo on his cheek. And his magic is . . . his magic is . . . 

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Papaanong wala siyang kapangyarihan? Espada lang ang gamit niya laban sa akin. Kakarampot lang ang magic power na nararamdaman ko sa kanya. At ramdam kong hindi 'yon sapat para talunin ako. 

"Oops. Sorry for the bad landing," he muttered as he walked down the stairs and gazed at the broken palace gates. I stepped back as more people descended from the stairs, all of them wearing their black and white suits. 

This is bad. 

He stepped forward and suddenly, I can't move my body anymore. My eyes widened as I saw someone behind him glowing in a greenish light. He paralyzed my body. 

The plane went up, leaving me and 20+ enemies standing. Their leader continued walking towards me. He stopped and assessed my face. He's about 40 years old. His bald head makes his face more terrifying. His eyebrows are sharp and his dark lips formed a smile as he touched my face. "And who might you be?" he asked.

I didn't answer him as I tried to move my body. My eyes widened as he grabbed my face and neared his face to me. I closed my eyes and manipulated the ground beneath us.

"Answer me. Who are you?!" he asked angrily. 

"Rumble!" Umuga ang lupa sa ilalim namin kaya nabitawan niya ako at nawala rin ang paralysis spell na nilagay sa akin ng kampon niya. 

The rumbling continued but he suddenly laughed. "Oh, the infamous Ophiel Rhenstreim, the traitor and one of the previous Holders of Power." Kilala niya ako?