Chapter 611: Empires Invasion [29] (2/2)
”If you say so,” a flap landed them under a lonesome tree.
'They look imposing from up close,' scanning the combatants, '-the moment I get overwhelmed it's over. The forest's good cover.'
”Sire,” called one of the scouts, ”-we have a strange figure blocking the road.”
He turned toward Eira, ”-Is that him?”
”In the flesh,” said she dropping out the truck, ”-meet my cousin,” few meters apart, ”-Igna Haggard.”
”The Baron,” he glared and followed, a bubbling blue and white aura clawed from his back, ”-looks weak from here.”
Out the mild cover of a stray tree, ”-Good afternoon Eira,” he waved amicably, ”-you look well since last time's fight.”
”Dear cousin,” she snarled, ”-have you come to face an army of this size alone?”
”Perhaps,” he shrugged. Vanesa snuck her head over his shoulder.
”Pops, is that her?” her eyes barely opened, ”-the princess?”
”Correct,” he patted her head, ”-what of the army, are they weak?”
”Y-yeah,” she fell asleep, ”-n-no p-problem,” yet another yawn.
”Excuse me,” interjected the hero, ”-my name's Kion Hurworth, the one who single-handedly defeated the Blood-King's army. The situation should be clear, we've already claimed Glenda.”
”Honestly Cousin,” giggled Eira, ”-will fighting here even bring us entertainment?” grimoires levitated, each gesture of the fingers and arms affected their movement, *snap,* the book opened, ”-what about the people, the friends of the academy?”
”My, my,” he smirked, ”-someone's gotten a little cocky,” he closed the distance, ”-Librarian of Nexsolium, I'm sorry to say,” the eyes bleached into the crystal-like white shimmer, ”-such puny incomplete information shan't rival my knowledge.” *Eyes of Truth: Revelation.*
”Altering the pupils isn't going to do much,” she laughed.
”Are you sure?” the crystal hue vanished, *Box of Alche,” the throats choked, a tremendous pressure buckled the vehicles, *-knowledge known to only the watcher, I, master and inheritor of Origin, beckon thee; Mantia, Library of the all-knowing,* he drew a simple horizontal line, *Spatial-Arts: Dimension Split* threads of reality tore before their stead, a vortex engulfed the surrounding light and image to only hurl it back out. A tinge of white circled a radius of five kilometers. Clouds were replaced by pages, vibrant colors blanched, time and their existence felt wrong. *Realm Expansion: Mantia.”
”What have you done?” fired Eira. Kion's demeanor remained unbothered.
”I've summoned part of Mantia.”
”…” her eyes widened; the fist clenched.
”What's the matter with you?” elbowed Kion, ”-tis only a barrier, is it not?”
Her knees buckled, she fell on all fours, ”-no wonder thou art an imbecile,” she grudgingly turned to Igna's stoic expression, ”-the Library of Mantia is a realm of myth even in the godly realm. The Library of Nexsolium is incomplete, my mentor, Qhildir, is said to have once stumble onto a dimension where all is known, the ultimate state of awakening. Tis what gave inspiration for the construction of Nexsolium…”
”Correct,” he blinked into their personal space and patted her shoulders, ”-what Qhildir saw was a reflection, Mantia is the manifestation of it who holds reality, Origin's knowledge. I don't remember if I said it before, I inherited what most would kill to attain. The pinnacle of understanding,” a single glance decayed the grimoires, her pages and books were rendered useless.
”Don't be so patronizing,” she snarled to knock off his arm, '-where did he?'
”Mantia is my domain, my realm, I control everything,” the voice resounded, ”-what will it be, Librarian, does thee wish to fight?” the figure vanished.
”Shut it,” she gritted, ”-summoning one's own realm has a fundamental flaw; mana usage and concentration. Stray even and the realm may kill the summoner,” she giggled, ”-what about Glenda, the adventuring friends. The people thee vowed to protect, we came as a decoy, two-thousand of our best men have already captured the town. They'll start killing soon, what say you, Baron Igna, Mantia won't be much help.” She spoke the truth, under normal circumstances, the plan would have worked.
A jolt of lightning shook the goddesses, '-the signal,' thought Miira with hands-on her nape. ”-Come on Lilith, we ought to get going.”
”Yes, let's,” the flower snapped, shadows gave way to sunlight, her spell served its purpose.
”You're coming with us, hero's companion.”
Outside the guild, the same sensation went about their bodies, ”-We ought to bring that pest too,” said Gophy.
”Should be for the best,” nodded Intherna.
*Tsk, tsk, tsk,* ”-poor little Eira and her vague schemes. Didn't I say this before,” he reappeared on the path, ”-no matter the scheme, if one can adapt, tis all for naught.” Both hands circled, countless symbols wrote in reddened ink, *Spatial-Arts: Rift.*
Suffocation, blurred vision, '-such an overwhelming aura,' she coughed, '-gates?' lightning struck, straight-faced silhouettes strolled onto the battlefield. Inesa, Ulia, and Alta flung onto the dirt, Kion's expression broke for the first time, Inesa's battered face and broken limbs fired deep, their pain resounded a burst of energy, ”-BARON!”