445. And Thunder
Helena Warshade stood atop her nimbus cloud as it raced across the sky. She realized quickly what Salvos sche was. The silver-haired girl had sent out six clones as a distraction before vanishing but with the Archmages scrying spell, she only found five of them dispersed far and wide. It was clearly a ruse.
And thanks to Helena Warshades [Passive - Photographic mory], she knew the direction where Salvos sixth clone went. All the Archmage had to do was head on over there and follow a trail, and shed find where the silver-haired girl was hiding.
There were many things that went through Helena Warshades mind as she made her trip. But she did her best to sort out the irrational speculations with the actual viable options. The fact that Salvos was actively trying to avoid the scrying spell wasnt a sign of the silver-haired girl being evil anyone who was being scried on would try to avoid it.
But that didnt an Salvos was blaless. It was innocent until proven guilty, and whatever Salvos was trying to hide might be proof otherwise. The Archmage had considered many possibilities. Perhaps Salvos was simply a Vampire. Or maybe Salvos was a shapeshifting [Goblin] or [Orc] Helena had once heard of an [Orc] that beca a [Druid] and disguised itself as a Human before. The Archmage even considered the fact that Salvos was a Dragon. The mythical Gods of the Kobolds.
It seed outlandish, but that would explain Salvos Class and those odd scales that occasionally appeared over her skin. However, never once in Helena Warshades wildest dreams did she imagine what was actually going on.
Her eyes grew wide as she watched the silver-haired girl hand over the Crown of Alexander to a Prival Demon. The Demon responsible for destroying Nixa.
Belzu.
Everything finally clicked in Helena Warshades head. The reason why Salvos had disappeared imdiately after Belzus fake death. The lies that the silver-haired girl espoused. And the normally calm and composed Archmage lashed out.
TRAITOR!
I looked on as Helena Warshade, the Great Tempest Archmage of Mavos Academy, the leader of the Rising Veterans Company, the second highest-leveled [Mage] in the world, and an Elite Ranked adventurer unleashed a crimson blast of lightning at .
DIE!
The first attack had struck Belzu. It was ant for , but I dodged out of the way thanks to the Boots of Alexander boosting . But this second spell was stronger. It was faster. Even with my heightened speed, I barely managed to avoid the second lightning bolt. It ripped apart the earth, sending rubble and debris flying into the air.
I landed next to my clone as she created a scythe made of golden fla.
You
Helena Warshades eyes were burning with fire and fury. The sky rapidly darkened as black clouds poured forth overhead like the rising tide at twilight. The crackle of thunder echoed, only enhanced by the acoustic environnt of the valley.
She brought her staff down as she bellowed.
How dare you collaborate with those damn Demons!
Wait, I can explain
I started, but a volley of lightning bolts ca streaking down. My clone and I split up. I leapt into the air as my wings spread wide, and my clone kept low to the ground. I donned the Crown of Alexander, avoiding the lightning storm. Dozens of lightning bolts crashed around every second. A powerful gale pushed back against my wings, but I managed to press on.
Helena! Its not what you think it is!
I tried to protest. But the Archmage refused to listen.
I knew you were not Human. I knew you werent being entirely truthful. I knew that you couldve been a threat.
I paused, brows snapping together.
How did you?
She spoke over , shaking her head.
But this? You are a traitor, Salvos. Not just to Humankind itself, but to all of the Mortal Realm.
Her staff glimred. I bit my lower lip. What do I do? The question bore down on . I had to think fast. She knew that I was a Demon? No she knew I wasnt a Human. There was still a chance I could scavenge this situation, now that Belzu was dead. I an or I could just kill her.
But that would be, well, a harder task than talking to her.
A lightning bolt arced after , and I kicked it away with the Greaves of Alexander. The magical attack struck the ground and scarred the earth. I wiped the sweat off my forehead as I saw the devastation from the single blast. My Pendant of Greater Protection would only save from about a dozen of those. That was not to ntion Helenas stronger spells.
[Burst Hurricane].
The light at the tip of her staff flashed. I gritted my teeth and kicked off the air with the Boots of Alexanders help. The air around where Id been rapidly contracted, sucked into a mini-typhoon. Then it rapidly expanded and burst out into an explosion of wind. Wind blades shot out in every direction as a pulse of visible wind shot out like a giant ring.
I braced myself as so stray wind blades struck , clashing against my Aura of Greater Protection. I flew around the others, only to pause just as I escaped from the radius of the blast. Helena Warshade waited for at the exit, pointing down with her staff glistening at the tip.
Uh-oh
I raised the Greaves of Alexander for protection, but right as the spell shot out, my clone crashed into the Archmages back. The streak of lightning missed , shooting out into the sky and parting the clouds. An inkling of the blue sky above leaked down before the black clouds shrouded over it once again.
Helena Warshade recoiled as my clone swung up with a golden scythe. My clone unleashed a [Barrage of Cinders] combined with a flourish of [Draconic Fury], each hit striking a crackle of electricity surrounding the Archmages body. So kind of armor made of lightning. The final hit tore through the magical defenses wreathing Helena Warshade.
My cloine grinned as I blinked. She brought a hand to her chest, and I raised an arm.
Wait.
But my clone didnt listen. She detonated. A gold and silver explosion engulfed the Archmage before blooming into a giant cross like the markings of a grave. I hovered there, looking on as the blast dissipated. Then I sighed.
Helena Warshade erged from the explosion, still standing on her nimbus cloud unhard.
[Eye of the Storm].
She was covered by visible winds. Translucent clouds shielded her body. Like she was the center of a storm. It was a powerful barrier spell. I had seen it at work against the Wyverns. I closed my eyes.
I knew that wouldnt work. Now Helenas just going to get even more mad at
A dozen spell circles ford behind the Archmage. Glyphs with an intricate pattern etched into it. Giant spikes of ice poked out before propelling forward towards . I clicked my tongue, creating my own flaming spikes in return. Our magic clashed in the air between us as I called out.
Listen to ! The reason I was trying to
But Helena Warshade clapped her arms together. A sonic boom shot out towards in a wave, cutting off and sending flying back. The Aura of Greater Protection covering flickered. I looked up just in ti for a giant sphere of acid to co crashing towards .
I kicked to the left with the Boots of Alexander and activated [Haste]. With a burst of flas, I narrowly avoided the attack. But that wasnt just it. This was an Archmage of Mavos Academy. She had a deluge of spells in her repertoire. Whether it was earth magic, fire magic, water magic, space magic, or more. I couldnt keep running from this forever.
Helena!
I shouted, and she didnt listen. There was only one other solution if this kept up. A very simple way to get out of this I had to run.
But the problem was I couldnt just run away. I couldnt return to Alyras no matter what. If I just talked to her now
And I froze as I heard the chant.
[The Calm has Co and Gone.]
It was a Grand Skill. I looked up as the dark clouds swirled above the Archmages head, peeling away from the blue sky. But the sky wasnt blue. It was pitch black. My breath caught in my throat as I saw the mana threads coalescing around her.
[The Storm has Simred for so Long.]
I landed at the ravaged hilltop and stared with wide eyes as Helena Warshade pointed at .
I think Im just going to run
And I was going to. Then I saw the figure appear behind Helena Warshade.
[Now it is Ti for you to
The Great Tempest Archmage of Mavos Academy. Killing you you shall provide with a bountiful of experience.
Belzu laughed as he pointed at Helena Warshade. She spun around, but it was too late.
[Forlorn Execution].
A figure of crimson energy took shape, raising an ax and swung down at her. My eyes widened as blood splattered out.
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