Azarinth Healer Chapter 612: A Hunter must hunt

Chapter 612 A Hunter must hunt

During one of the battles I had with a Bluetail, we ended up crashing on a mountain side. I saw one of the Vrayar protect its nest, using its soul magic to scare both and the Bluetail away. Not particularly effective of course, Kyrian explained as he watched the eagle like birds rip into the flesh. The mother died.

You took them in? Ilea asked.

He nodded to himself. I tried before fostering so kind of pet. None of them stayed, or just never stopped trying to eat .

Ilea summoned one of Keylas als and handed it to him. Do you want to eat here?

Why not? he asked and sat down on the carcass, the steel on his head moving away to reveal his face. His hair had the sa black color, short now and roughly cut, a short beard covering the lower half of his face. He had the sa gray eyes, not quite as inhuman as Elfies but they were certainly unique. Ilea wondered if it was just her imagination but she felt that they looked colder.

The man ford a fork with steel from his gauntlet and started eating, closing his eyes a mont later as he ate faster. He made a few questionable noises before he was done.

More? Ilea asked with a smile, summoning another bowl and displacing it with the empty one he was holding.

He glanced at her and ate again. Thank you, he got in between bites.

Sure, plenty more where that is coming from. Maybe I can get you a storage item too. Its really quite a god sent when you can summon your favorite food in the middle of a months long dungeon dive, Ilea said.

Kyrian finished and wiped at his mouth before his helt closed again. I found one here. Plenty of really old clothes, weapons, books, and the like in the keeps. Problem is, I cant read the language, he said and summoned a book before he made it vanish again.

One of the eagles flapped its wings and landed on his shoulder, gray beak dripping with blood, so clinging to its feathers.

Ilea felt the soul magic as the creature watched her. Theyre pretty cool.

They are, Kyrian said and looked at the Vrayar. You are, arent you? he asked in a dry tone, tapping the beak of the creature. The magic doesnt bother you? Im pretty sure its not ant as an attack.

Its so kind of perception. Just invasive, Feyrair said. Seithir could offer more insight.

A soul mage Cerithil Hunter, Ilea explained.

That would be useful, sure, Kyrian said. Thank you for the food, Ilea. I cant wait to fill my ring with everything I can get my hands on back in Ravenhall the city IS still around? Or did soone summon more demons?

It is, Ilea said, her smile gone now.

What is it? he asked.

Ilea walked up next to him and sat down on the carcass, one of her ashen limbs cutting out a bit of flesh and feeding it to the closest Vrayar. A few days ago. I found out who killed Eve.

He turned his head forward, remaining silent for a while.

Ilea could see his curse aura flare up again, lashing out before it was subdued, the birds croaking and flying away before they landed on nearby ledges, window sills, or the ground.

Kyrian took a deep breath in and let the air out slowly. Im sorry, he said and turned towards her, his body floating to close the distance before he hugged her again. Again, they remained for a little while before he lifted his head. How are you feeling?

Ilea turned her head when he let go of her, looking at the ground as the birds approached again to resu their feast. I dont know.

Co, lets go sowhere a little more comfortable than this cold courtyard. Whoever built this at least knew about furniture and hearths, he said and stood up, holding his hand out to help her up.

Ilea looked at it, swallowing empty. Didnt I co here to save you?

She smiled finally, tears in her eyes as she grabbed his hand.

The hall he had brought them to was made for kings. Ancient tapestries hung from the wall, all color long faded, much of it eaten through by moths. A massive hearth had been set into the center of the wall, a long banquet table standing in front of it. Much of the table was missing.

Kyrians arm extended into an axe like form before he brought it down with a quick swing, throwing the chunk of wood into the hearth, adding fuel to the bright fire.

Ilea felt cold, despite her resistances and powerful body. She didnt feel like using Heart of Cinder, instead sitting in a half rotten chair near the hearth.

Feyrair sat nearby, holding a large chunk of bloody Bluetail at while he shooed off one of the Vrayar.

She patted the closest bird on its head, feeling the rough feathers against her skin. Higher leveled than most Shadows, she thought, looking at the creature before she turned back to the flas.

Im glad the war is over, Kyrian said, choosing to stand with his arms crossed in front of him.

He looked tall. Powerful. Like an experienced hunter. This place had given him an edge Ilea felt more naturally than identify could ever show. And yet when he moved and spoke, he seed vulnerable, much like the Kyrian she knew.

They had spent the last hour talking. First about Eve, about Michael and who he was, why Ilea had chosen not to go after him. She talked about the war, the Lily, Erendar, and adow. About the Sentinels and what they ant, about Claire and Trian, and what they were up to.

He sighed, tossing another chunk of wood into the flas. A lot seems to have changed since I was teleported away.

Not as much as you think, Ilea said. Even though Ravenhall is independent now, youll hardly find it different than before. Few people know about Hallowfort yet, let alone adow.

Most of the news had been good. A prospering Ravenhall, alliances with powerful cities, a space magic tree that would help them if need be. The end of the Baralia war.

What are you thinking? she asked the man, his gaze focused on the flas as she looked at him.

Kyrian turned towards her before he glanced at Feyrair. I I wasnt there, you know? I was lost here. And now youre here. You can take back, but what then? Im not a Sentinel, not a Hunter. Im a Shadow, if even that, he said, the last words whispered.

What the hell are you talking about? Ilea asked, standing up from her chair.

He remained where he stood but turned his head to the fire.

Why do you think I ca here? Ilea asked.

We helped Edwin and Felicia. You ca for because it was part of the mission, he said.

Ilea stepped in front of him so that he wouldve had to move to avoid her gaze. I ca because of you, Kyrian. Because were part of the sa team. Because we fought together, because we bled together, because we trained and laughed together. I didnt co here because of a mission that is long past. You didnt need my help either, you wouldve escaped on your own. Maybe in a month, maybe a year, she said and tapped his chest with her index finger. I ca because I was worried.

I see Im sorry, he said.

Theres nothing to apologize for, Ilea said. Whatever you want to do, well be with you. Yes, Claire is mostly managing Ravenhall, but she hasnt forgotten about you. She was the one to ask Cless for paintings of you. Trian found sothing in leading and training the Sentinels. If you want to join him in doing that, hell be happy to work with you, Im sure. And if you want to travel with , you can do that too.

She flicked his tal forehead, the sound dull as neither her finger nor his head gave in. Kyrian, youre one of the most powerful human beings I know. You can do whatever the fuck you want. And well be there.

He remained quiet for a while until he cleared his throat.

I think I want to visit Ravenhall. I want to see the others I want to listen to music again, want to see the sunlight without arcane storms and blizzards raging past. I want to feel the warmth, want to sleep in a comfortable bed, and I want to fly, past the mountains of the south, the forests of the west, he said, raising his hand slowly before he flicked her forehead instead.

She felt the impact slam into her skull, his finger stopped just like hers had.

And I want to hunt. I want to kill every last Bluetail, every last Wyrm, every gods forsaken Golem and Gargoyle on these damned isles. And then, I want to hunt those responsible for stranding here. I did not have a good ti, he said, his voice shaking as it reverberated through the hall.

Feyrair appeared behind the tal mage, steel spikes instantly extending to keep the elf at bay. He casually put his arm around Kyrians shoulder and grinned, sharp canines visible. You, my friend, need to learn about anger.

Take your hand off , Kyrian said, his aura flaring up.

Feyrair spun away, sliding to a stop with a grin as his armor ford.

Dont, Ilea said to him. Youll have enough ti to beat each others skulls in.

Ash flowed out from her back, covering her body in a thick layer of armor, horns sprouting from her head as wings ford on her back. I think. We need sothing a little more, satisfying. And I just happened to have heard so much about a certain Northern Bluetail.

The elf hissed, white fla bursting from his body as his eyes glowed with magic.

Ilea displaced the three of them up and out into the open, her wings moving slowly to keep herself in the air. The suns were setting in the distance, a deep red coloring the skies.

Your friends are waiting, are you sure you want to go out now? Kyrian asked.

Im sure they can occupy themselves for a little while, Ilea said. So where can we get a few but not a whole swarm? she asked, looking around.

There were four mountains she could see on the isle from the elevated position of the keep, including the one they were on. Wheres the volcano you ntioned before?

Kyrian floated in the air nearby, pointing to the peak of the mountain. You cant see it from here. Co, Ill show you, he added and shot off.

Not using his spheres anymore. Is he just straight up hovering his armor?

The three reached the top in less than a minute, Ilea landing next to the tal mage. Oh shit, she murmured, seeing the line of isles that stretched into the horizon, so having kiloters of ocean between them. The largest one consisted of a single broad mountain, not quite as high reaching as so of the others but simply massive in size. More importantly, it had lava pouring down its side, smoke rising from its top.

The Krahen Isles, Kyrian said.

Ilea saw the swarms of Bluetails in the distance, a group of about twenty diving for the water, vanishing a mont later. The mountain tops were covered in snow, dark clouds still clinging to the lower parts of the isles, their arcane lightning flashing in the evening light.

Co, I set up a trap close by, Kyrian said.

I thought you could fight them head on? Feyrair teased.

Kyrian laughed. Its about attracting stragglers. How I kill them has little to do with it. If you want to rush into a swarm, feel free to try. Ill tell your story in the next inn I visit.

He rushed down the mountain, his flying speed surprising Ilea a little. She wondered if he was faster than even her if he really tried.

They quickly reached a plateau on the side of the mountain, stone rubble, steel chains, and fallen trees in the vicinity. The tal mage landed with a heavy impact, walking to the center of a runic circle before he summoned his chain flails. They moved out, dragging over the ground, clearing away all the rubble and even tree trunks with a swift motion, dust and chunks of stone fanning out from the gesture.

You dont have to hold the chains at all? Ilea asked.

The man glanced her way as he summoned a few steel spheres that split into thousands of needles. They rushed out in a flurry, scratching into the ground to repaint the large runic circle that may have been damaged. No. But I can apply a stronger curse if I do. And just add montum to more physical attacks.

She watched him work, the complex curse circle reminding her of the blood rituals in Baralia. He just set it up alone and in a matter of seconds. How fast could Michael do it? I do wonder.

Just in case we attract a dangerous one, he said. Are you two ready?

Ilea saw how he scanned the skies, settling on a small group of about six Bluetails. She thought about using Monster Hunter but that would likely attract more than one.

Did he get another General skill for that? Or what is he going to do.

Im ready, Ilea said and ascended, watching the tal mage do the sa. His chained flails floated close to him.

Feyrair was still burning, hissing his affirmation.

Thats a yes, Ilea clarified.

I figured, Kyrian said in a dry tone as he grabbed one of his chains and started swinging it with one arm. The massive flail end swung around, at least eight ters away from where he held the steel links.

No wonder he destroyed those Guardians. That end bit has like a one ter fifty diater.

She just watched as the montum increased, the massive object creating an eerie sound as it pushed against the air.

And then he let go, the main chunk flying off with a rattling chain pulled behind.

I dont know what I expected, Ilea murmured, watching the thing fly into the distance. A hundred ters, two, five. She wasnt about to question the sanity of her friend but he had been alone for several years.

And then it happened. She barely saw the tiny flail when one of the flying birds was suddenly snapped out of the air, its wings twisted up as it twirled and fell. Holy shit.

Impressive throw, Feyrair said, his excitent palpable. Now we go to where it lands?

Kyrian raised his right arm, a pulse of magic rushing out before the flight direction of the Bluetail suddenly changed. It ca straight towards them.

Wont the others co for us? Ilea asked.

I think theyre very competitive creatures. Sotis a few co check, but usually theyre more than content leaving a few of their own behind, he said. Not that they wont swarm you if you get too close, because they will. Now let do my work before you start obliterating everything. This one is mine.

Feyrair laughed. What if its a four mark? he asked.

We would already know, Kyrian said, grabbing two more chains before he started to swing them much like he did that first.

Ilea saw the creature better now, the flail embedded in one of its wings as it flailed in the air, the chain around its body preventing one of its legs from moving freely. She could already see the familiar sight of air blades, a torrent of water rushing out from the creatures maw.

Kyrian threw the two remaining chain flails, the weapons entirely wrapping around the approaching Bluetail a few seconds later, a few of the spikes piercing. Caught a weak one. Close to six hundred, he said, spreading his arms as his remaining three weapons convulsed in the air unlike anything steel should really ever do. Sheets of the material wrapped around his body, adding layer after layer of both weight and tal, his form now at least half a ter taller and broader.

[Northern Bluetail lvl ???]

Ilea knew he had been right. Six thirty or so.

How do you know? Kyrian asked, his voice barely audible under all that tal.

Its the third tier of Veteran, she said and winked.

Hah, the mage said as he slowly raised his hand, bringing down the caught creature, the ball of furious Bluetail and steel coming down hard, sliding on the side of the mountain before it all ca to a stop a few dozen ters away from the curse circle.

I dont think hell need that one, Ilea thought as she watched him float closer, stopping about fifteen ters in front of the monsters massive head.

It screeched, the call doing nothing to intimidate its captor. Instead it ford a spell, a stream of highly pressurized water rushing out to hit the mage.

Ilea could feel the power gathering in Kyrians form.

He lifted his arm, a wave of curse magic rushing out to et the creatures ability, the streams integrity suddenly wavering before the water splattered to the ground without even reaching him. His steel armor twisted, a single wedge forming at the whole front of his body. And then he vanished. Or seed to.

Ilea could barely keep up as Kyrian flew straight into the monsters maw. The result was an explosion of gore, blood, and bones. He ca to a stop at the other end of the Bluetail, having near entirely split it apart. Nothing was left of the head as the remains fell aside, one wing flapping one last ti before it hit the ground.

The man teleported out of the large carcass, steel peeling off and reforming into the previously used weapons as he recalled his other three flails.

Feyrair clapped. Wonderful presentation.

Have to agree. I did similar things before but it just seems better with steel, Ilea said. Ill have to explain to you why a drill is far superior to a wedge though.

So who wants the next one? Kyrian asked as he started to twirl one of his weapons.