Chapter 29 - Slave-Mark Onion (2/2)
With a forehead full of blood, MF sighed. ”Let's just hope that the slaving process will go through his plot armor.”
In the right time, dense white clouds were forming a humanoid titan before erupting into a thunderous chain of explosion. MF and Foel were there to see it happening around 50 meters near them.
From the black smoke of explosion, arose a steel made from titanium, pulsating all across the body part except for the white skull on the highest part of this gigantic savage. As if it came from thin air, the titanic armored skeleton blasted into the scene.
The empty space within its eye sockets glowed in a deep red. Taking its first step, the ground shuddered in tremor as the shockwaves from its stomp gave a foreboding anguish to the Citadel's protector.
”So that is the Avalanche Bringer,” Said MF in awe. ”Beautiful.”
As dangerous as it was, the Citadel won't give up without giving resistance. It might have taken a whole day for the whole fortification to be razed to the ground.
”As much as they resist, they are just praying in a blizzard for a summer that won't come.”
The Calamity appearance inspired Foel to immediately wake up with a clear mind. It might be the effect of having a high amount of void in her body that the Avalanche Bringer decided to cast a buff on Foel.
”That was convenient, still think you're in the afterlife?” MF chortled.
”I still don't know how we're still alive, but there is an important case.” Foel with her poker gaze curled her lips and gestured her thumb to Elon as if she was signaling the source of annoyance. ”That boy is still breathing?”
Feeling beaten, MF replied with a deadpan as blood dripped from her chin. ”Yup.”
”Did we just fight off life and death, like a mutt being thrown to a well just to scrape their nails to climb over the deep hell hole, for nothing!?”
The rage ensued once again.
Without wasting any time, Foel casted a slave-mark to Elon's body. Surprisingly, there were no unknown forces trying to interrupt the process.
This made MF anxious. So to ensure the safety for the long run, she ordered Foel cast more layers of security for the magic circuit formation.
”Foel, cast one more.”
”A protection?”
”Yes.”
The slave formation was now amplified with anti tampering.
”Foel, cast more layers.”
MF then guided her to place the slave mark upon his soul. Meticulously, it took a couple of minutes until the delicate curse was given.
”Foel, cast more layers.”
”Again? Where?”
They then stacked another contraption magic circuit to fortify the slave mark.
”Foel, cast more layers.”
Another fortification was placed.
”Foel, cast more layers!”
”I-I think we've put in too much.”
”CAST MORE LAYERS!”
Just like a tyrant trying to assure its follower obedience, MF voice boomed into the surrounding.
”MOOORREEEE LAAAYEEERRSSS!!!”