11 Do you understand me? (2/2)
”HAHAHA, you know very well that's not true! You know the song that every bard recites, do you want me to sing it or do you remember now? It begins like that …”
”SHUT UP!”
The princess violently threw her sword at the distant magician, hoping to kill him. But that naïve though was not realized as she saw the sword stop barely a meter away from its target. Knowing that she lost the initiative she rolled back toward the corpse of another warrior and took his sword. She was ready for anything, except what was happening. The old cultist didn't even fight back, he just maniacally laughed as he manipulated the sword in the air.She cursed herself for not attacking him when he was lost in madness.
”Look over here!”
Not finding anything better than one of the oldest trick in the book, she shouted that at the intention of the magician. But while her original intention was to distract her opponent, the location that she was looking at baffled her. No matter how obscure the night was, it was still fairly visible, especially for people like her and the bearded man. But one location was filled with darkness, that even she couldn't see through. The fact that the female warrior was staring quite intensely at something finally woke up the cultist from his trance. And he too finally noticed the veil of shadows that was standing still.
Both of them looked at each other, but all they saw was utter surprise and disbelief. None of them were responsible for something like that and with their recent conversation, the only logical solution was a legend. The man instantly threw himself to the ground, venerating the shadows while the princess pointed her sword at it.
”GREAT DARK GODS! This servitor worked for your return with all his might. He is awaiting your instructions.”
For a few seconds, nothing happened, causing the pious shout to be quite comical. Only after a long moment of silence, where the two humans just hoped for it to be true for one and false for the other, did the shadows moved. Even after being prepared for it, both of the former fighters shivered at that sight. Truly the name of dark gods was a good choice.
”?tenalp siht fo eman eht si tahW” asked an infantile, yet feminine voice.
Now, the two humans were truly shocked. Who would have expected a god to have such a young voice? The princess even began to thought that if a young girl was in front of her, she wouldn't have a voice that sounded different. But the main problem was the fact that none of them understood each other. Probably after seeing the faces of incomprehension, the shadows began to move near a warrior that was not quite dead. In fact, if he wasn't healed in less than an hour, he had no chance of survival.
Unfortunately for him, it was not a priest that was coming for him but the Grim Reaper incarnated. The warrior and the magician perfectly saw a tentacle leaving the shadows and began to wrap itself around the injured soldier. Then, after lifting him in the air, it entered his mouth and after a few muffled sounds, the wounded man stood still. The tentacle then spread in his entire corpse and began to merge back to the main shadows. The only thing that remained in the air was a little blue sphere that quickly followed the same trail that the cadaver.
”Do you understand me?” The same voice of a child resonated in the air. But unlike last time where it was met with surprise and disbelief, this time adoration and terror were present. The cultist began to recite his entire set of prayers while the princess was shaking on her feet. She had seen a lot of things, but not anything like the monster in front of her. Nothing was left from the man that followed her in her expedition.
Probably happy with their reaction, the shadows extended her tentacle to gather all the corpses around it. No matter who they were, warrior or cultist, male or female, human or not, everyone disappeared for all eternity in the obscure mass of darkness. During this entire process, the two survivors didn't dare to even move a muscle, even the magician stopped talking. His belief was unshakable, but he still feared the anger of the dark gods. Figuring that the only way that they could be appeased would be a sacrifice, he turned his sight on the beautiful princess.
Profiting that she was still in shock from what was happening around her, the old magician casted one of his most terrifying incantations. This spell was used by the monsters of the legends and one of the few remnants of their existence, no matter how hard the different kingdoms tried to destroy it. Right after he recited the last syllable, a dark light appeared between his hands. Only at that moment did the princess realized how dire the situation was for her, albeit a little too late.
”Take my [Sever Soul]!”