The End Of The Sorcerer and A New Beginning

The sorcerer laugh out menacingly and then he stated. I am a traitor, in more ways than one! For one thing, I came here under false pretense to acquire the means to create this elixir, he said.

Secondly, I am not a sorcerer but a… warlock. He snapped his fingers and the illusion of his red and black robe disappeared to reveal a more dark and sinister attire. The sorcerer now stood in a dark green and black attire that produced an evil aura.

Sorcerers are more timid folks while I…. Taking the other elixir out of his jacket with his left hand and holding the last vial in his hand, he made sure everyone in the room could see it.

Then he paused for a minute and then began to bring it up to his lips.

Seeing what he was about to do, the commander ran towards the warlock with his sword drawn out, ready to stop him.

Then he drank all of it before the commander and his small army reached him.

The commander brought the blade up and inserted it into the chest of the sorcerer and slowly stepped back to admire the destruction of his enemy.

The warlock looked down at the blade in his chest then at him, smiled and pulled out the sword from his chest.

"Seems like I am immortal now, he chuckled!"

Stunned, the commander began walking backwards from the warlock. The warlock turned to his magic users and then gave them a signal.

The five magic users burned the archers, the samurai's and everyone who had a weapon in the room while the other members ran out of the room.

Like a wave of fire, the flames from the spell casters scorched the right side of the room as military personnel got caught in the blaze.

The only one left standing, with a weapon was the commander who had been taken aback by what had transpired. Before he could reach for his small katana that rested at his size, the warlock took the sword and returned it to the commander. Placing it firmly in his chest, he said, "I believe this belongs to you!"

Before the commander could come to terms with what had happened and remove the blade from his chest, flames shot out from the magic users burning the commander alive. His screams echoed which caused more infantry to run into the room.

Upon seeing this the warlock lifted his left hand and manifested green fire within his hand. Magic swirled above him as it filled the entire room with a variety of colors. Turning to Emrica, he smiled, winked and said, "We will survive!"

His magic users began casting a flame barrier around themselves to protect them from what was about to happen.

Emrica realized that she only had a few seconds so she quickly moved towards Yoshuu's body which still lay on the floor. Diving unto it, she covered his corpse and held it close to her as she waited for what was about to take place.