Chapter 863 - Giant’s Rampage Ⅶ (2/2)
Gasping, Percius spits out a wad of blood as he sees a tall, slender giantess with an ample ċhėst and hɨps. She was on the slender size rare in giantesses, but there was a terrifying air about her. Her sharp teeth gleam in hunger as she copes to a stop before him and holds her razor-sharp nails capable of tearing flesh from bone in the night sky filled with bright lights of a barrage of spells.
”Well fought, wizard,” Iwara solemnly declared acknowledging the dying wizard's cunning. The impaled wizard had fought valiantly despite the stacked odds against him. He and his deceased companion both fought valiantly to the end despite knowing that only death awaited them.
”I will give you the honor of being added to my collection,” Iwara vowed, before reaching to tear the head of the wizard clean off his shoulders. She extends her hand, before frowning at feeling her hand much heavier than normal. Had she accidentally inhaled remnants of the miasma?
”Finally,” Percius croaked showing a blood-stained grin, ”but I suppose the curse took so long to work considering your size.”
”Wizard, what have you done?!” Iwara raged but found that her limps were extraordinarily heavy. She bȧrėly shifted and glanced down at her arms only to see in a horrifying spectacle. The surface of her flesh began to stiffen as flesh was replaced by white marble stone rapidly creeping up the length of her arm. In a panic, she tried to move her knees and elbows to find that her joints are hard and rigid unable to bend anymore.
”The statue curse is rarely ever cast,” Percius choked in triumph. ”It costs the caster most of their magic, but the curse cannot be broken except by the caster's death.”
Iwara fiercely grins feeling her flesh harden up to her forearms and ċhėst. ”You will shortly be dead, wizard, and I will rend your flesh into twain.”
”I cannot deny that my time is nearly up, giantess,” Percius painfully coughed feeling dizzy and weaker with each passing breath. He was so cold that his body shivered violently only causing the loss of blood to hasten. ”But so is yours,” he chuckled loudly, before coughing painfully seeing black dots in his vision.
Struggling to retain the last bit of strength in his body, Percius's arm shakes as he lifts his wand into the air. Iwara's face blanches causing the painted symbols on her face to darken in harsh contrast. ”You-!” Is the last word, the giantess is ever able to say; her face remains frozen in an angry snarl frozen forever in stone.
Gathering the last of his magic left, Percius faintly gasps, ”Confringo.” A fiery orange light is emitted from his wand and is hurled at the large frozen stone giant.
The giantess, Iwara can sense all that is occurring around her, but she cannot even bat a single eyelash. She tries to scream, breathe, anything, but she can only watch in horror as the orange curse strikes her stone flesh. The spell causes her flesh to explode and she silently screams in terror watching her stone flesh loudly break apart. In slow motion, she watches her stone limbs crumble to a thud before her stone head rolls to a painful stop across the broken cobblestones. Everything turns into a dizzying blur as she struggles to cry out for her mate before a hungry, creeping darkness consumes her.
Percius' wand loudly clatters loudly onto the stone ground as he tiredly coughs. Closing his exhausted eyes, he feebly blinks his eyes seeing an increasing number of dots in his vision. He is unable to hear nor see the ongoing battle anymore as his senses have become dull.
Percius lets out a shocked gasp at seeing blurred figures becoming increasingly visible in his fading eyesight. A sad, joyful bloodstained smile appears on his face at seeing the trio of approaching figures. How he had missed, the salt-peppered witch with owl-like eyes, his partner, Sara Vinovich with all his heart. At her side is the smiling pale face of Alphard Black with flashing gray eyes filled with warmth. Grimacing at Alphard's side is the scowling cold figure of Damocles Belby with his usual sleeked black hair and chartreuse colored robes.
He wasn't alone anymore. Not feeling scared nor in pain, Percius closes his eyes with a smile.. He gurgles one last time before the breath of life eagerly departs leaving behind an impaled corpse.