Tuesday, 10:48 p.m.
Laura Collin’s apartment block
They arrived in silence, more than fifty of them. The fact that huge number could move through the street without a sound was enough indication that these are not normal people. If someone saw them, wearing tattered black robes and holding all sorts of odd items and implements, he might think these people need to consult a doctor. That is, if they let him live long enough to think of it. There was no mistaking the manic hostility in their eyes.
“Is she near already?” one of the robed figures whispered.
“Yes, the Mark’s showing us the way,” another answered.
“We will get the chance, at last,” a third declared.
The Slayers suddenly stopped. Someone was standing right in the middle of the road. The raised hood of his shirt obscured his face but there was no mistaking his lanky frame.
“It seems like a wonderful night for a walk, don’t you agree?” the man spoke.
“Who are you?” one of the magicians demanded.
“Oh, I’m sorry, my bad,” the man apologized, “I forgot to introduce myself.”
The man lifted his hood, letting the street light shine on his face. The eyes behind the horn-rimmed glasses seemed to have a sharp glint. In his left hand was a black card.
The card has the man’s picture in it. Written below it are his magic name, real name, and the name of his Armas. At the back of the black card is an eight-pointed star sigil.
No doubt, it was the contract card of a Fusio magician.
“My name is Jaime Morir, and I’m here to stop you.”
“Kill him!” the hooded magicians hissed.
They charged at the lone magician. Jaime simply smiled.
“Alma, Invocar (Soul, Invoke)!” he muttered.
[Standby…]
The husky female voice of his card’s sentient aide said.
His card flew in front and began to form a pillar of magical phasing rings around him. It disappeared, revealing him fully transformed. He was now wearing a black cassock, with a pair of gold Celtic crucifixes adorning his collar.
[The King of Judgment Juris is active.]
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CRITICAL POINT/ THE BLACK KING (MAGIC CHRONICLES #1)
Pertualangan"When the White Queen's hand strikes, The blessed Maiden shall die. As the Warrior stands guard, The Black King shall reply."
