Ends of Magic Chapter 6: Escape?

Novel: Ends of Magic Author: Alexander Olson Updated: May 20, 2026

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Nathan stood in the doorway, caught between horror, relief and a haze of pain. Taeol dho Droxol, the man whod abducted him across dinsions, manipulated his mind and been ready to rip his soul out, had escaped. And now Nathan didnt need to kill him. Couldnt kill him. That was probably bad; Taeol didnt seem likely to forgive Nathan or forget about the knowledge in his head. And Nathan was still furious with the man. But Nathan was having a hard ti feeling bad about not being able to kill sobody.

Maybe if he ran far enough, fast enough, Taeol wouldnt be able to catch him. But he needed to start now. As if to emphasize the point, he heard a scrape of stone on stone as the sand-colored golem rounded the hall to Nathans right. Nathan turned and ran down the hallway, awkwardly cradling the stump of his left arm where it jarred with every step.

And I only have one arm now

He heard the Golems heavy footsteps chasing him, and rushed around a corner to find a wide flight of stairs winding around a huge square vertical shaft. A bright light shone down from the top, and the stairs and balustrade were made of the sa seamless pale stone as the rest of the tower. Nathan started running down the staircase, skipping four steps at a ti in his haste. The golem cornered behind him, its stone feet scraping against the floor and slamming on the steps as it descended. It was fast, but not great at turning corners on the staircase. Nathan continued down, looking over the edge for an exit. Nearly a hundred feet down was a grand hall, with statues on the walls and a shallow fountain in the center.

Im not going to make it. Taeol ntioned more golems and traps, and this golem is going to catch up as soon as I get to a straightaway.

Nathan had one more untapped resource, and he quickly reviewed the list of classes hed been offered earlier as he bounced himself off a wall to turn onto the next flight of stairs. It was a good thing that the knowledge of his classes was more or less inserted into his head since he couldnt exactly ask the golem for a tiout. The pain from his arm was a gnawing, biting thing, and these were terrible circumstances to make a decision. But this decision needed to be made now.

Potential classes: Student: You have spent decades learning knowledge from books and teachers. This class will enhance your capability to learn knowledge, offering skills to improve mory, comprehension and intellect. It may develop into classes focused on discovering new knowledge, or teaching, recording and using already existing knowledge. Scientist: You have spent years engaged in pursuit of knowledge via careful scientific experintation. This class will focus on discovery through experintation, offering skills to improve your intellect, precision and luck. It may develop into classes further focused on discovering new or lost knowledge, or classes focused on using or communicating your discoveries. Rebel: You have struck a blow against the Giantsrest Dominion and escaped their custody. This class will make you capable of striking back, offering skills for disguise, sabotage and combat. It may develop into classes focused on assasination, rabble-rousing or political subterfuge. Martial Monk: You have trained in hand-to-hand combat techniques as well as ditation and focusing your mind. This class will focus on ntal discipline and using it to enhance hand-to-hand combat prowess, offering skills to improve ntal focus, combat capability and heightened awareness. It may develop into classes further specialized in combat, guiding others or achieving enlightennt. Explorer: You have explored forbidding lands far from ho, journeying across continents to see natural wonders and foreign cultures. This class will focus on travel into new lands, offering skills for increasing travel speed, adapting to new societies and surviving in the wild. It may develop into classes focused on unearthing lost ruins, information gathering or trade and diplomacy. Disciple of Magic: You can sense and manipulate flows of mana untrained, even if you have not yet cast a spell. This class will make you better able to sense and direct mana, offering skills for understanding magic as well as sensing and manipulating mana. It may develop into a more powerful spellcasting class, or a class which lets you subvert the magic of others more easily. Conman: You have lied to a prominent mber of the Dominion and gotten away with it. This class will enable you to continue deceiving people, offering skills on disguise, deception and manipulation. It may develop into classes focused on information-gathering, assassination or thievery. Antimagic Brawler: You have hand-to-hand combat training and neutralized a powerful mage and his magic with your bare fists. This class will make you tougher in combat, offering skills to improve combat, toughness and antimagic capability. It may develop into classes further focused on hand-to-hand combat or suppressing magic

Going off first impressions only, most of the classes called to different parts of Nathan. Except Conman and maybe Explorer. Student and Scientist both aligned extraordinarily well with his adult life goals. However, Disciple of Magic appealed to a younger Nathan, the one wishing for magic over birthday candles.

Unfortunately, Davrar seed to be long on genocidal archmages and short on opportunities for graduate programs in biology or magic. Or at least ones that didnt involve giving up the knowledge of the industrial revolution to said genocidal archmages. Those were off the table. Rebel called surprisingly strongly to Nathan - if ever there was a governnt in need of a revolutionary, the Gianstrest dominion sounded like that governnt. And he owed them so revenge. But when the authorities had ntal magic, staging a rebellion seed like an exercise in futility.

Nathan bounced off another wall. He wasn't gaining much over the Golem. He needed sothing to enhance his speed, and sothing to enhance his antimagic to get through the locks and traps Taeol had ntioned.

Both Martial Monk and Antimagic Brawler appealed to Nathan, and seed like ways to imdiately improve his chances to escape. Both were equally disadvantaged by missing an arm. That was a problem for later Nathan, who was not running from golems into magical traps. What made the decision easy to Nathan was that Antimagic Brawler ntioned his antimagic, and Martial Monk didn't. Furthermore - his ditation was a ans to an end, not an end to itself. Being a monk was a calling, a purpose in the way being a brawler wasnt. And Nathan didnt want to let Davrar give him a purpose, just a tool. A tool to escape this goddamned tower.

So, wishing he could have considered the matter more fully and without the pressures of running down the staircase missing an arm, Nathan chose to be an Antimagic Brawler. More boxes and knowledge unfolded before him.

Congratulations, you are now an Antimagic Brawler, and have unlocked three class skills! These skills are tied to your parent class, and their power will increase with your level in that class. Davrar applauds your choice, and hopes you will continue to survive and prosper.

New Class skill Stamina:

You have unlocked the stamina resource! Stamina will accumulate during periods of rest, and can be spent to improve the speed and strength of your movents, or used for other skills or talents that utilize stamina.

New Class skill Brawlers Indifference:

You will be less likely to flinch and more able to ignore pain and wounds to continue fighting.

New Class skill Antimagic Blows:

Your blows and strikes will enhance your inherent antimagic, allowing you to break magical barriers and constructs with barehanded strikes.

You have leveled up to level 15!

Status of Nathan Lark:

Permanent Talent 1: High-Tier Magic Resistance 10

Talent 2: None

Talent 3: None

Class: Antimagic Brawler level 15

Stamina: 250/250

Brawlers Indifference

Antimagic Blows

Utility skills:

Low-tier Focused Mind 5

Low-tier Earnestness 3

The pain radiating from the stump of Nathans arm abated and his run beca smoother, his gait more even. The pain wasnt gone, but the intensity was muted and he didnt feel the visceral horror of missing his arm anymore. [Brawlers Indifference] was allowing him to ignore it. The arm wasnt what mattered right now, and being distracted by his stump would get him killed.

Next, Nathan used stamina to run faster, as naturally as breathing deeply. Instead of skipping four of the shallow steps at a ti, he was skipping six, and then seven. The stamina inside of him was decreasing at about a point for every leap. It wouldnt last forever, but he was already leaving the golem behind. Once he had a healthy lead on the golem Nathan stopped using his stamina, which now sat steady at about 150/250.

The stairs ended in a grand hall at the bottom of the shaft, wide and tiled with an intricate mosaic showing so scene that Nathan didnt stop to look at. There were a few doors in the hall, but a large set of double doors sized to drive a semi through was the obvious winner in the door to outside contest. Nathan sprinted over to those doors and threw his body weight against them. He bounced off. There wasnt a handle, bar or obvious locking chanism.

Nathan pivoted and slamd his palm into the center of the doors, spending stamina as he struck. He felt a layer of magic crack at the blow, and his next shove sent one of the doors open wide. A plaza of stone lay in front of him, and beyond it a road wound through scraggly pine trees. Nathan took off across the plaza, spending stamina again to get away from the tower. Hearing sothing, Nathan glanced over his shoulder and stumbled.

Behind him, flanking the door, were two twenty-foot tall statues of warriors. Well, they had been flanking the door. Now they were charging after Nathan, tal greatswords held ready in stone hands. The swords were nearly fifteen feet long, and were glowing.

Shit shit shit run faaaaster

Nathan turned his back to them and took off, spending stamina like water and doing his best to emulate Usain Bolt.

Pending utility skill: Low-tier Sprinting

You are running very fast. This skill will help you run quickly in the future. Will not allow you to run in circumstances where you couldnt otherwise

Yes please!

Congratulations, you have accepted the Low-tier Sprinting utility skill. It will beco a part of your status and rank up as you use it. It starts at rank 1 and becos more effective as it ranks up. Think about how you use your skill to aid in skill developnt at rank 10

Nathans chest ca up and his toes dug in more. It wasnt an enormous difference, but combined with his stamina Nathan made it across the plaza in seconds, and into the trees. Once he was past the second layer of trees and didnt hear the golems anymore. He turned around to see one of them throw a fireball at him. It flew at him with the speed of a baseball pitch, coming straight for his chest.

Nathan didnt flinch. He didnt have ti or bracing to dodge, so he brought his hand up in a stamina-assisted slap at the fireball, which exploded away from his palm. The fire blasted out, Nathan was knocked stumbling backwards. He wasn't badly burnt, though it felt like sobody had pointed a very large hairdryer at him and hed held his hand in a campfire for a bit too long. His robe was on fire, so Nathan darted behind a small rise in the ground and dropped to the ground, rolling around to extinguish the flas.

Low-tier Sprinting Rank 2 achieved!

He snuck a quick glance over the small lump of earth hed fallen behind. The tree in front of him was afla, the backblast from the fireball turning it into an instant torch.

The giant golems had turned around and were returning to the tower, but Nathan was concerned about the fire spreading, so he started running further into the forest, careful to avoid line of sight to the golems. He got another fifty feet away and slumped to the ground, checking his injuries. His arm wasnt bleeding, and his palm wasnt hurting very badly. It was definitely burnt, but not into deep tissue.

Hail! May I request a word? Nathans head snapped around and he jumped to his feet. A woman had co out from behind a tree forty feet away, looking straight at him. She was short and wide, with dark brown skin and voluminous tied-back dreadlocks. She was dressed in scuffed leather armor, festooned with pockets and a warm-looking fur cloak. Her hands were out wide, palms clearly visible and empty. She approached slowly, voice low and calm. Are you ok? What is your na?

Nathan eyed her, ready to run again if she made a threatening move. She looked nothing like Taeol, but he was on edge and his voice was tense. Sorry, I dont want to tell you. What do you know about that? He pointed back toward Taeols tower, hoping her answer would tell him her intentions. He checked his stamina to see what kind of reserve he had in case he had to run.

Stamina: 36/250

She turned to look at the tower, a grimace across her broad face, but she kept her voice even and calming. Its a research tower of Giantsrest, just taken over a few weeks ago by a newly raised Archmage. Were trying to figure out what his research is and kill him if we get the chance.

Nathan relaxed a bit on hearing the answer, but kept pushing. We? Who is we? And what is your na? And please stop coming closer. If she was telling the truth, hed stumbled onto enemies of Giantsrest. But he had a skill that helped him lie, so it was only prudent to assu other people did. And Nathan didnt like the way she was edging closer to him.

She stopped about twenty feet away, arms still held wide. My na is Vhala, and I lead a scouting team out of Gemore. Artha, Erald, co out. Another figure erged from the brush to Nathans right, decked in a darkened breastplate, heavy chainmail and a sturdy helt that completely blocked their face, leaving only the mouth exposed. Their exposed skin was porcelain white, and a fancifully decorated rapier on one hip was balanced by a heavy cleaver on the other. Vhala gestured to the figure. This is Erald.

Nathans attention was grabbed by another figure coming up behind Vhala. It was a centaur, but instead of a horse, the bottom half was an elk. The top half was a well-muscled man wearing scuffed leather armor similar to Vhala, but his skin had the texture and color of gray maple bark. He had long hair and a great beard, in a deeper silver. Finally, two large antlers sprouted from his head. He spoke in a deep, smooth voice. And I am Artha. With that voice and body, Nathan would have found him hot if it wasnt for the whole elk thing.

Fantasy world. Fantasy world. These are good candidates for Taeols barbarians and intelligent monsters though.

That thought made him relax further. He turned back to Vhala. Thank you, I apologize for my caution. My na is Nathan Lark. Ive had a rough few days. I just escaped from that tower. If you could help , I would really appreciate it.

She looked him over again, eyes lingering on the burnt robe and stump of an arm. Ayup, sure does seem that way. Seems sure youre not a giants agent after that fireball, though Id like to hear how you ate a guardian golems fire and ca out just a little singed. Stick to my heels and well go to our camp and et Wiam, the last mber of my team.