Chapter 64 - 64. Dancing With The Devil (1/2)

For a moment, no one cared for the fight anymore. They just wanted to know why they felt so moved by that.

It was like something inside them was being pulled to there.

Even Raz felt like that.

As Mack dragged his right foot over the red ground doing a circle to his back, he flexed a bit his left leg.

Mack stopped thinking about what to do when he closed his eyes and only did what his body asked. Like someone completely absorbed in a music.

But what Mack was doing was not a dance. It looked like more like a martial art form..

Someway the mages felt threatened by that and regained their focus on the battle.

All of that happened in a few seconds while Mack chanted the eerie mantra.

The mages, not knowing what was happening, focused their attacks on Mack.

Spells rained over the area and Raz used all he could to defend Mack and kill all the mages he saw at the same time.

The scene looked anything but a normal fight.

That's what the commander of the mage army thought when looking through a device in his hand, miles away from the battle.

The commander looked at his two disciples by the side and, using his staff, pointed in a slightly different direction from the one the army was currently heading to.

They would move the entire army to that battle. Those two warlocks were too dangerous to keep sending small units.

Mack, not knowing anything of that, and not even paying attention to the battle in front of him, kept doing the movements that felt right to do.

But something was odd.

He felt like something was missing.

A very important part.

'The connection'

Thought Mack, remembering a crucial part about his own body.

Mack stopped, opened his eyes, and saw the battle that unfolded in front of him.

Raz was giving his all to stop the attacks aimed at the runic circle.

'Truly a hero from a lost time.'

For Mack, this man was a bastard, but a good one. One he could call 'brother'.

”Hang in there! One minute! Thats all I need!”

Screamed Mack, using all the air in his lungs.

Raz quickly looked behind and gave a nod. If needed, he would die for this single minute.

Seeing the resolution in Raz, Mack closed his eyes again.

But this time, Mack didn't directly chant the eerie mantra.

Instead, In his mind, he was quickly correcting the mistakes he did in the first try. While also doing quickly calculations.

And the biggest mistake he did was that he forget about how worked his freak body.

But he got the enlightenment he needed. Mack guessed that this was what warlocks did to create their Essence Manipulation Arts.

Mack lowered his body and grabbed his dagger on the ground.

Using his left hand, Mack quickly drew runes on his right hand, one after the other, without hesitation.

He was going to create his first Essence Manipulation Art.

Mack guessed that somehow the phases, the breathing and the movements of warlocks all had meaning. Maybe that was the reason he could not hear warlocks here. Their words carried power. Maybe his ancestor wished that Mack learned bit by bit as he progressed in the tower.

Mack lost count of how many runes he drew already since he entered this floor of the tower. And all those runes kept coming in Mack's mind, one after another, but also the phases from the book.

And in particular, a very special word.

The word 'Law', that Mack initially thought to be a common word, used in daily life by warlocks.

But remembering something that the Arcane once said when just entering the tower made Mack be assured. She said that he already had all he needed, but the only thing Mack had by the time was the knowledge from reading the book.