Chapter 48：A bed of blood and bones (1/2)

”COME ALL OF YOU!”

Screamed Mack with all the air in his lungs extending his arms to the sides.

Just seeing those mages faces Mack was enraged. The memories of all those impaled childrens and his dead father resurfaced while the pain at his back made him even more enraged.

”COME TAKE A PIECE!”

Mack was snapping.

He was going berserk.

He never cared for his life.

But now? He was seeking his own death.

Mack looked at the sky and dozens of balls of flames were coming for him. Like birds made of fire searching for his prey, leaving a trail of fire in the air.

BOOM!

Several spells hit all around him.

Fire surrounded every inch in a hundred meters all around Mack.

Hell itself descended on Earth.

Dozens of warlocks and acolytes around the explosion died on that single attack from the group of mages.

The mages took Mack as dead as the stones on ground. All melting to the blazing heat.

But a man walked out of the fire, stepping in dead bodies and carrying a red blood sword.

Step after step.

Ragged clothes and an even more ragged cape fluttering behind him.

Sword in hand and blood in his eyes. Rage consuming his own nerves. And blinding his own mind.

Sun done run out of rays.

And the night sky blurred his shape.

Only the fire burning in his way.

Trying not to go insane.

Mack stomped on the ground, and dust rose in dozens of meters all around.

The mages fired another round, and Mack shot out of the cloud.

One man against dozens of mages.

Mack stomped and changed direction to his right side. And than he stomped on the ground again a few meters later and another dust cloud rose.

The mages could barely follow Mack's speed with their eyes.

Another time he stomped on the ground and changed direction again.

Who was the prey again?

Fireballs followed Mack's path, but it seemed they could barely scratch him now.

The red mist around Mack seemed so dense that every time he slightly stopped running to change direction, the mist would cover him completely, making impossible to see his silhouette anymore.

Mack kept running around them until he made a full circle.

Then he suddenly stopped.

The mages knew he was up to something, and they spread around, leaving the formation they came.

The mages fired another round of fireballs, and again, hell descended on earth.

Mack raised his hand, and the fire, like a behaved cat, extinguished itself.

The mages looked at each other, not understanding what happened, and seeing the fireballs made no effect, they started to chant their most powerful spells.

Mack run for a mage almost in the middle of all of them and before he could finish the chanting a blade impaled him upwards.

The mage shield was like a bubble of air snapping to the touch of the blade.

Mack didn't grew stronger as time passed. It was the will of everything that he touched with his essence infused blood that grew weaker.

Everything in contact with this essence infused blood would bow to Mack's will.