83 83 Duel of Fires (2/2)
The world around them wasn't going to wait for them before it collapsed, and from the look on Strigas face, it wasn't something he was likely to survive if they hung around.
The ceiling was crashing down, the walls were crumbling and the entire space was trembling as if large explosions were going off. The walls that would collapse would bring an end to the space there, the black void consuming and crushing whatever was there prior.
It was both an incredible and a horrific sight to behold. Yet none had the time to marvel at such a morbid beauty.
The side exit was located in a small room at the very back of the hallways, in an inconspicuous room. It looked like any other door, but when opened it was just pitch black. The conscious and tired prisoners were pushed through first, then the kids, then Donis and his unconscious kids, and finally the rest of the crew.
And not a moment too soon. The moment John jumped through the door, the dimensional portal closed on his foot, cutting it off at the heel. He fell down hard and howled into the fresh air around them.
While John was howling from pain, the rest of the imprisoned were bawling from happiness.
Donis, as the resident healer, walked over to John and tried his best to help the whinging ball of muscles. Casting [Perfect Immune System] to find out the exact problems with John, and then [Healing Touch] to fix everything to better than it was before, Donis healed him.
John now realising the usefulness of Donis, thanked him with wet eyes. He attempted to pay Donis for his services, but Donis just barely waved him off and laid back down himself, finally able to catch his own breath.
They were out, he was safe, he was allowed to breathe and calm down.
He was terrified. That red fire was nothing like what he had seen before. It wasn't phased by any of the spells the entire crew were able to dish out, nor did it even budge when Donis threw his insanely overpowered spells into it.
He knew he'd have explaining to do, but he didn't care right now. Everyone was safe, everything worked out, and he still had his life.
”Striga, thank you for saving us! Yo-you've helped us so tremendously, how could we ever possibly repay you in kind?” asked one of the new people with them.
He was one of the few men amongst the group, and he was peerlessly handsome. 1.85m tall, dark chestnut hair that draped over his shoulders ever so slightly. Bright blue eyes, with a strong jawline, a sharp, but powerful nose and high cheekbones. Even through the grime and muck his smile shined through.
If not for being entirely straight, even Donis might have been swayed by the mans looks. Though Striga was uncaring of his looks, much to the young mans surprise. She waved him off and addressed the group as a whole.
”We saved you, but we don't know who the real culprits are. I cannot ask you to not say anything to the authorities, nor can I make you stay with us. I just ask you all to give us some time to figure out who we can trust so we can then turn everything over. I am afraid this goes above all of us. If you all want to stay with us, we will make it happen, you just need to let us know.”
Not a single person amongst them refused the offer, and quickly the crowd fell back into a reverent applause.
After rounding up the crowd, Striga issued commands for Cypher and Rona to head out into the neighbouring towns to purchase some sort of items to help clothe, feed, house and take care of the extra 68 bodies they were now in charge of.
Striga walked over behind Donis who was sitting beside Gark and Etheria. She smiled at the scene, and Donis looked up, trying to make eye contact with Striga.
A fist smashed hard into his head, sending his face deep into the ground with a resounding thud that displaced a lot of dirt.
”You FUCKING MORON,”