Chapter 325: Battles End (2/2)

”Do not vex thyself too deeply into this matter now,” said Asala. She put a comforting hand on Mason's shoulder. ”It will taketh time to soothe thy mind and the experiences that hath been raised into thee.”

Mason nodded, and Asala withdrew her hand.

”Brother, I should mention I am quite jealous of you,” said Mercer as he gazed at Asala's hand.

Mason smiled slightly at his younger brother's antics.

”You may know, but I don't,” said Sheela. The gold-furred Feli gripped her curved short sword tight in her hand as she stared at Zagan. ”The demons have wronged my people. The blood of shamans before me, all of them scream from the burns of demons.”

”Thou, I shalt talk to later,” said Asala. ”For now, it doth seem the battle draws to an end.”

”Indeed,” said Vilga.

Old Thane was now face to face with the final fire giant captain. One wielding a flaming greatsword. The fire giant was taller than the others, standing at nine meters tall, and two smaller, six meter tall giants stood at his side.

”You are no match for me!” shouted Old Thane as his red Berserker's aura raged around him, all of his accumulated damage and burns funneling into more power, more stats, more ferocity. It also granted him more of a resource to expend to cast stronger Berserker class skills.

Behind Old Thane were the broken and torn apart bodies of the entire rest of the fire giant cohort.

The greatsword giant understood this fact and dug its greatsword into the ground. The other two giants did the same. They withdrew daggers, ready to ritually sacrifice themselves again.

”Aye, the easy way out, eh? Not on me watch!” roared Old Thane as he charged forwards, using the Berserker class skill [Rage Breaker] to empower his charge with a powerful stunning and knockback effect to break any channeled spells.

However, too late. The giants slit their throats, casting their ritual magic. A pentagram of flame filled with sigils floated above them, glowing red as some form of transportation spell began to manifest on Old Thane's speeding body, warping the space around his limbs.

But then, the warped space simply shattered before reforming back to ordinary space.

Old Thane had simply charged through the spell, slamming into the great sword fire giant, though by now, the fire giant was already bleeding out its molten life blood. The huge great sword giant's corpse tumbled backwards form the impact of the charge, limp and dead.

”What was that?” remarked Old Thane as he stared down at his molten covered hands. ”I could have sworn I was too late and the confounding spell they cast upon the lad was cast upon me.”

”The Herald Shard of this personage,” said Zagan from Old Thane's heart. ”As the Herald of Greed, this personage possesses the capacity to render this personage or a compatible host the effect of pure unstoppability when they desire to reach a target or destination.

No manner of spatial manipulation, binds, nor barrier will prove resistance enough. Yet, this personage does regret that it could not have foreseen this and utilized the shard for the Seer.”

”The lad will be fine,” said Old Thane. ”It is now time to find him.”