Summoners: The Forbidden Ritual

Chapter 11: Gladiator's Pit

Falling through a continuous dark pit, as if the rabbit hole in Alice in Wonderland, Lyle and Nion fight through, punching and kicking each other in mid-air.

Drawing his sword, Nion attempts to stab Lyle. Poking through the wind, Lyle evades most of the attacks, but sustains a minor cut injury in the arm.

Irritated and filled with rage, Lyle draws out his own QuickSabre. A runed sword, filled with Holy magic, great against Demonic power.

The two clashed their steel once again whilst diving through the air. "You were always weak, Lyle. But I would have never figured you were willing to sacrifice your skin for a mere girl." "This mere girl, is the only Allbourne left in all 8 realms."

They continued to trash about, until they both noticed the end of the pit, slowly reaching in for them.

Nion used his flame magic to use the fire as thrusters, to slow down his fall. Lyle then used pulse magic to push himself up before he reached the ground. They both fell like a feather upon a table, light and unharmed.

They both looked around, observing their surroundings. It was almost pitch black everywhere, "Where are we?" Lyle asked, Nion then replied "Doesn't matter, you're dead to me. Only one of us is leaving here alive." Readying his stance.

Lyle sighed, "Oh, please." he then forced his mana, a pulse spell. A large wave of force, pushing Nion against the wall. Knocking him unconscious instantly.

Lyle made a ball of light from his palm, and stuck it to the walls. A torch inside the dark chamber.

He then noticed a hallway, narrow and long. He didn't know what was at the other end. Lyle conjured up another magelight, throwing it through the hallway, but it was lost mid-way. "Well, it's like I have no other choice."

Looking across the room, he noticed Nion was nowhere to be found. Lyle conjured his QuickSabre once again, readying for an attack from Nion.

Moments after, it was total silence. Not even a faint whisper could be heard, if Nion was planning to attack Lyle, he would've heard him by now.

After the brief time of silence, he concluded Nion was missing. But that didn't bother him, so he went about in the hallway.

Pacing near, he could hear the faint drops of water fall from the ceiling down to the ground. Scoping around the walls and floor, the thick bricks covered with moss made him guess that the infrastructure was ancient and abandoned.

"I really don't know what's going on here." he thinks to himself, moments of trying to find a way out of the seemingly old corridor. Until finally, he has reached the end. Seeing what seems to be light, a small luminescent shadow coming in through a hole in a circular room.

Shrouded in the dark, a figure spoke as a wide closed gate appeared in front of Lyle. "A Summoner enters our Realm. A Dawnspell.. very interesting indeed."

Lyle was startled, and quickly drew out his blade, "Who's there? Show yourself!" The figure then replied, "I think you have misunderstood us, we are where we need to be. I am already showing myself. Or perhaps, you did not know.. that you are in the Shadow Realm?"

Lyle was shocked to learn his own location. He sheathed his blade and looked at the shadowy figure, "Shadow Realm, the home of darkness, dimension of demons?"

The figure laughed in a malevolent manner, "Yes, home of darkness. But no, the demons do not reside here. That would be the Realm of Tyrahel. The home of evil. We shadows have no quarrel with either existence, we are both mortal and immortal. And we have no use to your kinds, so tell me, how did you get here?"