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

And Mack's only wish was to kill all mages.

Every. Single. One. Of. Them.

Another mage by the side saw his comrade die like a cow in a slaughter house and hit his staff on the ground.

Mack turned to him and slowly walked in that mage direction.

Several stone thorns big as a man's leg rose from the ground all around Mack.

But none below him.

Mack walked in that mage direction, dragging his sword on the ground. Just like a child would do carrying a stick. Uncaring for all the chants and mages, a child playing with his toys.

A Mack walked, his sword left a long trail carved on ground.

That mage only a few steps from Mack panicked and looked at the other mages all around. All of them focused on chanting their most powerful spells.

That mage did not knew what to do.

He raised his staff and in desperation pointed at Mack while releasing a fireball.

He knew it would not work. But he was out of any powerful spells at bay. He could not restart chanting again or he would be dead.

The fireball blighted the sky and went for Mack's head.

Mack raised his left hand and slapped that fireball,magically, that fireball that was supposed to explode upon contact flew to the side.

BOOM

Another mage was hit by that same fireball.

That other mage shield broke, and his chanting too was stopped.

Mack didn't even look at that mage that was hit and took a dagger from his waist and threw at him.

Another dead mage.

Twelve to go.

All mages kept looking to Mack direction and monitoring all of what he was doing while chanting their spells.

All of that took barely a few seconds to happen, but the mages felt chocked, they never saw something like that.

Mack, right at the middle of all them, knew they were almost ready to pull all their most devastating chanted spells.

He raised his left hand and closed his eyes.

Then a blinding light came out of his left hand.

So bright that all the battlefields stopped.

Everyone looked at that blinding light in the middle of that dark night.

The mages close to Mack, all of them glaring at him, become blind just like Mack itself. He closed his eyes, but the light did not care for that, and blinded all of them.

Mack stomped with both feet on the ground and jumped to the sky.

Like a missile leaving the ground, he rose several dozens of meters in one second.

And at the same time, all spells from all mages in that group, were fired.

Mack kicked both of his feet backs and his boots antigravitational engines started to work.

Mack deactivated his middle-finger runespell, blood stopped leaving his body and the mist around him transformed in a rain of blood.

Dozens of meters below him, several spells hit all around where he previously was.

A chaotic mix of fire and ice and stones and green mist fired at each other.

The mages missed and fired back at each other.

A complete chaos unfolded.

And Mack there, high in the night sky, slowly descending like a plume.

A few minutes later.

~tuk~

Mack fell to the ground, completely tired and exhausted, and below him, a bed made of blood, bones, and body parts.

Behind that almost dried blood over his face, Mack was pale white as a grain of rice.