Chapter 156: Fibonacci Spiral

The two would not hesitate, with Harvard setting up two spells to try and prepare for his friend to arrive, whilst Malak would have his energy rotate once more, pushing himself forward for a chance to land a hefty blow at the boy's head. What Harvard would meet firsthand, however, was that his spells were being altered. The second he casted the chains, he would see them mimicking the King's movements, twisting and spinning around like a tornado, with the chains leaving no room to escape from, but at a cost of the chains snapping themselves due to its contortion. The boy would be confused, wondering how exactly it came to be, before checking his body and seeing the answer. Fibonacci wasn't a mere attack that corkscrews the punch and wounds them as a result. He could see the evidence in his very energy spiraling to the impact, messing with his body as a result. He'd quickly feel the effects with his breath being harder to maintain, and his legs being weary to stand.

A Near-Permanent debuff that altered his physiology and magic, one that winds one's energy in such a degree that they could not recover from it automatically.

The second spell that Harvard casted would prove it, being his traditional potion, the vial curving itself before shattering, the liquid not being able to touch him. The boy grew worried at this disadvantage, even moreso when Malak got close and landing a heavy blow straight to his face, the energy being curved once more, the corkscrew being enough to nearly damage one of his eyes, his vision being impaired. The King would rotate himself in a different direction, aiming another strike at his shoulder. Once again, it would connect, and yet the boy still tried to fight back. He'd cast two more spells, one of flames, and another of ice, to try and blockade everything around him to ensure his survival, yet Malak kept going despite it all. He'd deliver a third one straight at Harvard's jaw, curving his mouth and ruining his energy further. Further and further the boy was beaten down, his mind being blurred and his consciousness slipping. When he tried to look up and pay attention, he would notice that the King was leaving behind afterimages with his speed. All of them were in a strong stance as they spun around the boy like a carousel, all of them smiling as they revel in their newfound victory. "I told you, brat..." Malak would begin. "This is but a fantasy.....A Fantasy that you kept playing around thinking you're without consequences....Let me show you how reality feels....Let me show you what Magic can really do...."

"Spiral Magic - Fibonacci..."

Once more, he'd use his ace, however now it would be on a greater effect, as the boy would be barraged left and right, up and down, straight and curved, a tornado of strikes that impacted his body, slowly but surely breaking him apart. The others would desperately try to stop it, with Fiona shooting as much of her shots as possible, and the other children worming their way around the acting troupe to try and reach him, but it was futile. There were too many people, too many of the citizens serving as a body shield, too many of the citizens serving as a blockade. There would be no wiggle room, nor a chance to fight back.

They would be forced to watch as the child endured, yet sadly become beaten bloody raw, at the King's attacks.

Zazel recognized this brutality all too well. It felt nearly identical to the Queen's whipping. He couldn't bear witnessing such brutal punishment dealt to his own friend. In an instinct, the Demon would unleash a seal to summon forth Focalor and flood the castle, pushing away everyone out of the castle, aiming it for the King to ensure such lethality is stopped. What the demon didn't expect was for the King to simply rotate the very monsoon before him, having it spun around him and make a barrier, further barricading the group away as the boy would be beaten over and over, the damage now being higher thanks to the water's pressure. The waves crashed and twisted into itself, being a typhoon by design, before finishing his assault in a heavy kick, hurling Harvard to the group. His body was barely functional, his wounds severe. Zazel was quick in getting the boy's cards and cast one of them to heal his wounds, yet his energy remained impaired. His very veins were contorted, disturbing everyone around at such a sight. "Let that be a lesson....for ALL of you..." Malak would demand, watching Focalor ready another attack before he'd try to lunge at it. The Demon would be forced to pull him back and break the castle's walls to let them escape. "...This....is reality. You have my gratitude....in learning the wonders of Magic. From this point on, we are now both at war. What I did to that brat is what will be done to the rest of you, and trust me.....I don't intend on going soft for you. Neither the Traitors....nor the Hellspawns that burdened my life. You are not to be given mercy..."

The group would take such words to heart before leaving, with everyone focusing their attention on Harvard's condition. While his body was spun in such a disastrous piece, he seemed to be still living. Still functioning. Still breathing. Escaping out of the castle would have them meet total anarchy: Citizens trying to murder one another with anything close by, Citizens ripping apart their cardboard-like village, Citizens even throwing themselves off of the highest points, from the castle's walls and pillars, face first into the poorly-drawn concrete. They would be left stunned at this absolute chaos, wondering what to do in this situation. Everything was getting worse and worse by the second, and they do not have any control in maintaining it all. Manipura would try to have them escorted back to the Chapel, hoping it would be used as a temporary stay until the boy fully recovers.