SPHERE OF RETRIBUTION AND RETURN
SPHERE OF RETRIBUTION AND RETURN
"Who are you? Did you cause the burning of the Garden of Eden?" one of the white bird men asked me.
"Is there somebody else around here? Fool", I replied to him.
The white men were angered by my response but maintained their pragmatism. They decided against rushing toward me with their swords and shields.
These bird men don't yet know who they were dealing with.
"We are the Saints of Eden, I am Saint Pilsbury. Who are you and we demand answer to this devastation", Saint Pilsbury asked me politely.
"Damn you eunuchs, have you forgotten my face", I replied to them.
Suddenly, the Saints were shocked at what they saw, or who they saw to be precise.
"Isn't he the Dark Angel of the Revelations?" one of the Saints asked.
"No, that is not possible. The Dark Angel of Revelations was dead a long time ago", Saint Pilsbury replied to them.
The Saints discussed among themselves before they came up with something reasonable.
"The only other person with a face like that who is living is the Traitor Incarnate", a Saint told them.
"Do you recognize me now?" I asked them again.
"Yes, you are the Traitor Incarnate, the Warlock", Saint Pilsbury told me.
"Huh, it took you long enough to recognize me. I thought I was in Delirium for too long that nobody recognizes me", I said to them.
"Yes, our information confirms the Traitor Incarnate was looking for the Dark Angel's Black Heart in Delirium. Why is he here in Eden? Did he find his Black Heart?" a saint said to them.
"What is your business here, Warlock?" Saint Pilsbury asked me.
"I came to burn down your bloody garden", I told them to their shock and horror.
"Are you crazy?" another saint asked me angrily.
"Yeah, I am. Don't you know?" I replied.
"Yes, our intelligence reveals that the Warlock is a little out of his mind", a saint reminded them.
"Something is not right, even the Warlock couldn't burn the Garden of Eden", another saint said.
"We arrest him first and interrogate him later", a third suggested.
"You are under arrest, Warlock. Come with us peacefully or we'll", Saint Pilsbury said before the sky turned dark.
A conjuration of a frog leaped toward the Saints. As the magical frog gained distance, the sky turned dark, its magic taken by the leaping frog.
"This is the magic of Warlock as documented, the Radiant Frog Controlling Sun. He is indeed the Warlock", a saint recognized and told them.
The Saints put up a powerful shield around them as the frog exploded before them. The Saints were unhurt, protected by their shields.
"Return fire now and kill that crazy Warlock, he's not weak", Saint Pilsbury instructed.
"We will kill him immediately if we fire together", a saint asked.
"He is the Warlock, the Incarnate of the Dark Angel. We finish him in one go before he comes up with a trick to escape us", Pilsbury told them.
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The Saints unsheathed their sacred swords, but these weapons were not meant for mere strikes or lunges.
Instead, ancient magic flowed through them. These swords, relics of Eden itself, became conduits for the Saints' power. As their magic poured into the blades, a powerful conjuration took shape.
Blinding beams of light erupted from the swords, more than a dozen radiant blasts aimed directly at the Warlock of Delirium.
The air trembled with their intensity, and escape seemed impossible. Yet Warlock made no effort to evade the onslaught.
As the beams converged upon him, a shimmering, spherical mirror materialized before Warlock. The mirror absorbed every beam meant to annihilate him, deflecting the divine magic away.
The Saints stood frozen in shock and disbelief as their powerful attack was effortlessly blocked by Warlock's conjured mirror.
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"What is this sphere? How did your shield block all our beams?" Saint Pilsbury questioned me.
"I am the Warlock have you forgotten. I have many tricks up my sleeves", I replied to him.
"What are we going to do now?" a saint asked Pilsbury.
"You run. That is your only course to survive this", I replied to the saint to his surprise.
"Are you joking? There are more than a dozen of us here, why should we run from you, a mere Incarnate", Saint Pilsbury asked me.
"Because the mirror is not finished with you yet", I replied to them as they looked at the spherical mirror that was bursting with energy.
"What in Eden is this mirror?" Saint Pilsbury asked me.
When the Saints conjured their powerful beams at me, I did not evade it. Instead, I cast a spherical mirror to capture those beams. The magic was inspired by my templar magic, the
Chaos Mirror.
After obtaining the path to Mind magic, I could draw on the chaos magic in me. I studied and mimicked the magic of Chaos Mirror to create this spell.
"Sphere of Retribution and Return"
"The first phase is Retribution", I told Pilsbury.
Suddenly, the sphere exploded with hundreds of magical beams that were enhanced versions of the Saints' powerful beams that struck the mirror first.
The Sphere would return to those who attacked it with multiplied force.
"Arggghhhhhh", the saints screamed as they were hurt by the return fire from the Sphere.
"Shields", Pilsbury screamed.
The Saints scrambled to cast their shields to protect themselves, but their reaction was too slow. Soon, all the Saints were hurt by the beams of Retribution.
"Whew, this Sphere returns the beams that we cast on it. Luckily, we didn't cast our beam", some of the saints told themselves gladly.
The saints who fired on Warlock's sphere were badly wounded, mortally even. However, the beams only aim for those who harmed them. The saints who didn't attack the sphere were spared from the return fire.
"Now, kill him those of you who can still fight", Saint Pilsbury asked his saints.
Most of the saints who suffered from the return fire were basically out of battle. The multiplied effect from their own conjured beams were too much for them to handle.
There were still many saints who were unharmed though who could attack me again.