"That’s what mastery looks like."
Hex hovered in the air. Having witnessed Jonathan’s display of might, he finally understood the true aning of mastery.
’The Earth elents obeyed his will as if they were nothing more than an extension of his existence.’
"Should we move along?"
Hearing Jonathan’s voice, Hex turned his gaze away from the lifeless eyes of the woman who had been the second in command of the Witchkin. She had been buried alive, with only her scalp and eyes still visible above the ground.
His gaze t Jonathan’s for a brief mont. Yet, he saw a lot in those eyes. Eyes that didn’t share the smile the rest of Jonathan’s face expressed.
’Cold. And emotionless.’
Those were the impressions he gained from them. It deepened the wariness Hex felt toward the man. Wariness he felt by intuition from the first ti Hex t the man.
’Now isn’t the ti.’
Hex buried his thoughts in his heart and followed behind Jonathan. The distance between them and the core of the battle area was short. They reached the vicinity of the coach in less than a minute.
"Let’s wait. She has things under control."
Jonathan halted just tens or so ters before the coach. Corpses of servants and mbers of the Elder’s escort team lay astrew.
Their cleanly dismbered seed all too familiar to Hex. Not long ago, he had seen sothing similar. The Lava Bat had used Space shards to dismber Unit Two just like this.
Hex glanced toward Jonathan. His grim face, clenched jaw, and stiff posture, all indicated the man was nearing the limit of his tolerance.
Sothing brewed inside him. Hex sensed it. A tiny spark and the man would explode.
The battle between Elize and the woman in command of the Witchkin raged on. Elize, despite her lack of affinity with Space, she countered her opponent expertly.
Her opponent only remained in the battle so far because she knew to hide inside Darkness and Space. She used both.
Darkness, however, seed to be the wrong choice. Light danced on the tips of Elize’s fingers.
Her light and she, both, bounced all over the place, tearing every piece of shadow and darkness apart.
Even with his enhanced senses and his affinities, it was hard to follow her movents and attacks.
’I was getting a little overconfident. The gap between people at the top and is still extrely large.’
Hex observed everything with a heavy feeling in his heart. So would argue that he was young. Or that he hadn’t been training for too long.
But all of that didn’t matter in Hex’s opinion. Age and experience weren’t considered in a battle.
Did Jonathan inquire about the other woman’s age? About her experience? Did Elize consider all that in her battle?
The answer was clearly no.
So, all those argunts were re excuses to make oneself feel good. It had no practical value.
"What a sha." Hex heard Jonathan whisper. Looking at him, Hex noticed the man watching the battle with clear regret on his face.
’Is he the culprit or not?’
In all honesty, Hex believed him to be the one to have stolen the serpents and freed the two won. Jonathan was the only one with the ans.
’Either his Guardians are in cahoots or he just used his Earth elent mastery. Only, why?’
Having the ans to do sothing didn’t automatically translate to actually doing it. Hex knew that. Unless soone was a complete madman, they also needed a motive to do sothing.
’He doesn’t strike as a madman,’ Hex mused. Or he hadn’t seen through Jonathan’s facade.
"You bitch!" The scream ca from the other side of the battle area. It pulled him out of his musings.
The darkness had been destroyed. Elize stood in the air, her wings flapped gently. She was surrounded by golden light, causing her appearance to gain an almost deific allure.
’That...wouldn’t be impossible, would it?’
Hex narrowed his eyes at the sight. He hadn’t forgotten that the baron’s power also appeared in golden colors.
He always believed it to be due to his own affinities. But not so long ago he learned that his master had refined a Divine Will.
It seed to be related.
’Has she too refined a Divine Will?’
"Bitch? ?" Elize looked down toward the attacker. Hex followed her gaze, only now focussing on the other woman.
"You lost yourself and your path, worshipping soone who destroyed without a care in the world. And then you call a bitch?" Elize snarled at the attacker.
"I would rather be the Witch’s slave than Wrixia’s bitch," the attacking woman spat back.
Her words dripped with hatred against the entity called the oldest one. At least, that was what Hex assud. It would be strange to hate an entire country. Or not.
The woman lay on the ground, riddled with injuries and burnt marks. Elize didn’t seem to have shown any rcy towards her.
’She seems aged. Her skin hangs loosely and her body feels weak.’ Hex ignored their back and forth na calling ti. He observed the woman.
Having seen and faced her in the city of changing colors, he rembered so details exellantly. Her beauty and strength had waned too greatly to ignore.
Based on what he knew, she showed clear signs of overdraft and overfeeding the serpents.
"You think you have won, right?" Hex heard her chuckle. The sudden change in her voice, going from screaming to peaceful smiling, drew his attention imdiately. Elize and Jonathan beca wary too.
Their reactions differed, though. Jonathan took a battle stance, ready to combat anything that would co at him. Elize, however, flapped her wings and appeared outside the coach.
With a light tap she broke the door. She hadn’t intended it but the mont the door broke, the coach shattered and fell apart.
Sss
The sounds of hisses filled the air. Hex watched as several small Serpents slithered away from a corpse, trying to flee.
The corpse, which could only be described as a bag of skin and bones, didn’t radiate any signs of life or energy.
"Hahahaha." The Witchkin’s leader cackled, as her breath weakened further and her life seed to be slipping away. "I won’t survive but neither will these perverted old bastards. This is the first one. Many more will follow. We...will be free!
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