"Aaaarrgh!"
The gut-wrenching shriek of pain and the ensuing blast of heat startled Oxium and his opponents alike. Subconsciously, they turned their heads and saw a pile of liquid rcury being squashed rcilessly in the hands of a human torch.
rcury was a heavy white tal with the rare property of being liquid at room temperature. It solidified at -38.842°C, and evaporated at 356.62°C. In its pure form, it was a neurotoxic and reprotoxic agent capable of causing all sorts of harmful effects on health depending on the quantity acc.u.mulated by the body. In case of acute intoxication, one could experience the sa panoply of symptoms that Drastan had suffered from earlier.
Such a body had severe limitations. Nonetheless, for a warrior specializing in brute force like the Troll Slayer, it was the worst possible match up. Having the strength to pulverize a mountain would make no difference here.
On the other hand, if it was soone like Jake or Enya who was handling it this Inquisitor didn’t stand a chance. For rcury had two major drawbacks:
First, its density. At 13.6 grams per cubic centiter, Croyorn’s rcury body weighed over 1.5 tons. For Jake, this was nothing, but for the Fluid Master who had just begun his physical evolution, it was a real burden. To move, he constantly expended a lot of energy, resorting to a form of telekinesis.
As a result, Croyorn was a rather slow Fluid Wielder, his precognition and superhuman reflexes being completely wasted on him.
The second major weakness was his critical vulnerability to high temperatures.
Unable to dodge Jake’s charge because of his heaviness, as soon as his body ca into contact with flas exceeding 2000°C it evaporated virtually on the spot.
To ruin his chances of escape, Jake trapped him with his telekinesis and set about incinerating him alive. The lump of rcury was compressed to the size of a basketball and quickly reached an unbelievable temperature.
The tal ball turned white-hot as it t the requirents of a plasma, and Croyorn’s tortured screams were quickly replaced by silence. Just when Jake thought he was done with him, his senses registered a change in the surrounding Fluid.
A trendous dark energy suddenly converged on the glowing tal ball and was quickly s.u.c.k.e.d into it as if it were a black hole with an endless appetite. Jake then felt a counter pressure resist his telekinesis and the rcury ball suddenly regained so volu.
"Let go and die!" Jake snapped.
"ROOOOARRRR!"
A terrifying roar suddenly erupted from the compressed mass of rcury. In horror, Jake saw a familiar monstrous face appear on the surface of the plasma, followed by a glowing claw that tried to reach his face.
He instantly knew what was going on: Monster Transformation. These aliens seed to revel in heat and radiation, both of which hastened their evolution. Faced with his approaching death, the Inquisitor had given up his humanity. Though, he was hardly human to begin with...
Yet, the most likely hypothesis was that Croyorn was already dead or passed out. As soon as his consciousness had waned, the Monster within him had taken over.
The entire action took a while to describe, but only took a couple of seconds in total. When the Monster manifested, Oxium and the others had just recovered from their stupor.
Out of the corner of his eye, Jake saw Oxium dash to his comrade’s rescue with a raging gust of wind in his wake, and he knew he had to end it quickly.
’Take cover!’ He yelled telepathically as he aid the compressed rcury ball at Oxium’s air body.
None of them thought twice about it. Will had already rushed out of the hall with his bodyguards, while Drastan and Vincent broke off a portion of the wall to protect themselves behind a huge boulder and a water barrier.
If Oxium attacked seriously, it could be inconceivably fast. The hurricane condensed into a streamlined air bullet, spinning around and so condensed you could barely see it. As if fired by a sniper, Oxium shot straight for Jake’s heart at several tis the speed of sound.
It was a dangerous move for the Inquisitor, spurred on by his panic. Like Croyorn, he no longer had a physical body, so he depended on his Fluid Control to achieve all of this. By condensing the air in this way to boost his speed, he was exposing his Fluid Core to enemy retaliation.
Predictably, Jake easily anticipated the air bullet’s trajectory and swatted Oxium away with a backhand as it ca into range. The deflect was perfect and the Inquisitor ricocheted down the hall behind him. After that, Jake unleashed hell.
The fiery rcury ball hit the sa wall as Oxium at roughly the sa ti and without telekinesis to hold it together, the rcury plasma ball exploded with a thunderous shockwave. Jake held his breath so as not to absorb any vapor and restrained the expansion of the detonation with his powers.
The rcury fiend trying to co to life was blown away as rcury vapor with no chance of reconstituting itself, and Jake enclosed each portion of rcury in a rectangular force field to nip the possibility in the bud.
Soon the vapor cooled and beca liquid again, then completely inert. Jake then ford a vent to clear the rcury-saturated air from the hall and removed the telekinetic barriers when he felt it was safe enough.
Jake did not move imdiately. With Myrtharian Sight and his Spirit Body deployed, he vigilantly scanned the half-destroyed hall for traces of Oxium. The air-ford Inquisitor had taken so damage, but he didn’t think it was enough to deal with it.
’Where is he?’
"Right here." A deep voice said placatingly right above him.
Looking up, Jake spotted a tiny crack in the ceiling, which he probably wouldn’t have noticed straight away without the voice’s intervention. The crack was incredibly thin, just wide enough to allow a draft to pass through.
Intuitively, he thought it was Oxium taunting him, but as he compared this calm, soothing voice to Oxium’s ek, airy one, he imdiately made note of several differences.
"Who are you?" Jake shouted to the individual on the other side of the crack.
In response, a trail of dark shadow and smoke seeped through the crack and glided down the walls in a split second to reform a human figure before him.
Light leather armor, protective gloves, hood and mask to hide the lower face. Two short swords, a bow, a portable mini crossbow tucked under his wrist, and a host of other accessories and weapons, each more deadly than the last.
Jake didn’t even try to argue and lunged forward, grabbing the stranger’s throat with his right hand and ramming him into the closest wall.
"Hephais, give one good reason why I should let you live?" Jake growled as he pressed the tip of a claw against his heart. His lips were curled up, revealing his long translucent fangs.
Hephais Vist was one of Avros’ allies in the previous round. An Egaean Assassin specializing in Shadow Magic, he was one of his sworn enemies in this Ordeal. With the Australian now serving Isbeus and his Inquisitors, this Player’s presence did not bode well.
Far from panicking, the accused assassin raised his hands in the air before pointing to the contents of his left hand with his eyes. With his Fluid and Aether Vision, Jake imdiately identified what was in it: a Fluid Core.
About the size of an apple, its opaque surface gave off a tiny white light. If one listened carefully, one could hear the breeze of the wind just as one could hear the sea by sticking one’s ear against a shell.
"Oxium?" Jake whispered with surprise.
"Himself. My gift to prove my good intentions." Hephais smiled. Taking a closer look at his eyes, he looked quite handso and young.
Jake probed his expression for a long mont before deciding to release him for the ti being.
"Give the Fluid Core." He ordered.
The Egaean assassin obeyed readily. He had never intended to keep the loot, even though he was the one who had ended the Inquisitor’s life.
anwhile, the gunfire and explosions outside had also stopped. Drastan, Vincent and Will returned a few minutes later with relieved expressions.
Drastan had regained his normal height and looked as dashing as before the battle. He hadn’t been able to do much against those inorganic entities, but he hadn’t really suffered either. Most of the damage in the hall had been done by him alone.
Vincent, comparatively speaking, was rather disappointed. He had let himself be trapped by Oxium and had just realized that being too light had not only advantages. He had also found that the Inquisitor had never once taken them seriously. When he was trapped in the tornado, the Inquisitor could have executed him in no ti if he had wanted. It was his greatest humiliation since he first entered these Ordeals.
Will was his usual self and had already put on gloves to inspect the battlefield for treasure. Upon discovering a pinecone-sized Fluid Core covered in liquid rcury at the end of the hall, he almost fainted with excitent. His two Fluid Knights helped him pick it up.
As proof, Pavao and his troops arrived soon after and gave him a aningful look. The squad of soldiers was down to six from the original nine. The two natives accompanying them were absent as well as the man with the bazooka.
After taking roll call and making sure no one was missing, Jake turned to Hephais and uttered,
"Now, speak."
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