5 Murder (2/2)
Drodosis didn't let his enemy recover, as two other spears were cast towards his enemy. This time, no artefact could save him. He tried to dodge, but the spear impaled his legs, crippling his movement. His screams were terrifying, proof of the pain a corrosive acid brought.
'Who the f.u.c.k is this kid?', the a.s.sa.s.sin thought, while groaning in pain as his nerves were corroded by the acid which was now spreading.
However, the a.s.sa.s.sin had gone through his share of pain in his life as well, and tried a last attempt. Yet, as he began to cast, he opened his eyes in shock as he saw a third spear coming his way.
This time, there was nothing which could save him. His artefact needed to be charged in order to be useful again, and his right leg – or at least what remained out of it – couldn't take him anywhere, much less dodging a spear flying at 100 meters per second. This time, the spear pierced the man's head, ending his life.
Even though Drodosis was in tremendous pain, he looted the man, as he knew he would regret it if he didn't hurry, looking at the acidic mess corroding everything. After finding a pouch of 18 magic crystals, a defensive artefact, a book and an enchanted scimitar, Drodosis searched for a safe place to recover. After all, although he wasn't in immediate danger, he didn't want to encounter a sand shark while stopping the bleeding. Spotting a high tree, Drodosis climbed to the top.
However, as if he ran out of luck, three red-eyed crows who were living here attacked him, as if he were their nemesis for degrading their safe haven. Drodosis instinctively put to use his long sessions of training he endured in his childhood, unsheathing the scimitar he had just looted, he slashed two out of three crows, while the third one got away.
Although these beasts' eyeb.a.l.l.s were expansive alchemical ingredients, Drodosis was much more preoccupied by his left eye's condition. It was obvious that there was no hope of getting back his sight without transplanting a magical beast eye of some kind.
Putting pressure of the wound, Drodosis somehow managed to stop the bleeding, and since he didn't have anything to disinfect the wound, he bandaged it, before rus.h.i.+ng back to the tower.
While it was true he was lucky, he felt awful. He had been carelessly confident, and overestimated himself. He didn't know anyone with a grudge and background to hire such a strong a.s.sa.s.sin. As far as he knew, such a task would cost someone over fifty magic crystals, especially considering he came from an adept family, albeit decaying.
He had killed an intermediate acolyte, and while he didn't know whether he was from the tower or not, he knew that this man was also a knight. He had killed someone stronger than him, but only because Drodosis managed to pull off a scheme.
After a few hours of running, Drodosis was barely conscious. The pain was unbearable. Without his biochip and his will, he would have long fell in the endless sand dune, as a prey for the neighbouring sand sharks.
”Pa.s.sword”, a mechanical voice could be heard at the entrance of the Ivory tower.
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”Cultivating spirit enables men to free themselves from the shackles of fear.”, Drodosis mumbled, while groaning in pain. The more time pa.s.sed, the less effective adrenaline became, and the more pain he felt. He had, after all, tore off his own eyeball.
A few hours later, Drodosis was at Old Foxy's shop.
”How did you get that?”, the old man finally asked once Drodosis' condition was finally stabilized.
”From the wound, he probably encountered some sort of swordsman”, the doctor said, ”but that's none of my business.”
”Here…is…your…Payment”, Drodosis said while handing out 3 magic crystals.
The old man looked at him in pity. Drodosis never felt so humiliated and helpless in his life. Even the kind old man pitied him. His pride couldn't accept that: he fainted.
Without willpower to stay conscious, it was only a matter of time before his body gave in.
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