Theatre of Emotions (6)
Dark crooked branches stretched high into the cloudy night, their bodies only illuminated by the faint moonlight that pierced through the dense clouds. Thunder roared as lightning struck the ground in far mountains and the distant howls of hell hounds put Priscilla on edge, on her side she had a twig broken from a nearby tree. The witch inspect told her it was a little more powerful than the one in the previous poster, but still not as strong as her willow one.
With each step she took the hounds crept closer, fire leaking from their mouths charring the ground, hunger being the only thing that drives them. Her figure dashed high above the crooked trees, jumping around the perimeter of the castle wall trying to find a way in. The thick smell of burnt wood filling her nostrils between each jump. A small fissure in the wall caught her eye, blue light from a soul-lantern swayed in the wind, beckoning her to jump in and explore the undead halls.
The halls were narrow, not allowing for any room to dodge any attacks. Up ahead was a skeleton archer, pointing his bow toward the endless sea of burnt trees that reached for the skies. With a single blow its head snapped off, flying across the room without making too much noise.
A ladder reaching up toward the watch tower was all that stood at the dead end, without much thought she began climbing up. A second skeleton greeted her with an arrow barely missing her head. With a swift slice of scissors he broke apart into a pile of bones. 'This feels a lot like that game. Assassin's Belief.'
Her feet pushed up against the watch tower's walls before launching herself by the entrance of the castle. Many daggers, spears, swords and shields were hung from the walls, ready to be used at any given moment. She swiped one of the daggers, it had a strange design with a curved edge and a purple streak running down the middle.
'Witch Inspect!'
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─⋅⋆⁺ Slashing Power 125/125
─⋅⋆⁺ DB (Durability) 100/100
─⋅⋆⁺ Modifier: Poison's Touch - Each slash deals venom damage lasting 2 seconds.
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Low guttural groans sang together while mindless zombies trudged along the ripped red carpet stuck into the floor. With a swift movement Priscilla lobbed several zombie heads off, announcing her location to the entire hoard. Without a second of rest a zombie leapt from the shadows, nearly taking a clean bite from her arm. Another head hit the ground heavy. Her eyes scanned the room with hundreds of heads waiting to be sliced off.
Several minutes passed, the room had been cleared of any undead creatures that lurked about but her hoodie was drenched in sweat and blood. 'Whew! That was a workout, I need some lessons from Noir ASAP!' Priscilla hyped herself up for several minutes, taking her time in checking for anything precious she could take back with her.
Up the spiral stairs laid a large library filled to the brim with tomes with names similar to Lucia's hut. Hundreds of wands were posted up on the wall, a collection that spanned several meters locked behind panes of glass. Several rings and other trinkets sat on cushions in the centre of large room, her hand picked a random green one that gleamed through the dimly lit room. A quick swipe with it on and several tomes disappeared. 'Woah! Can this thing store items?!' A greedy smile spread across her face, and with it, several hundred items disappeared for later use when she got home.
On the far wall of the room a wand much larger than the rest stood out, a white marble body encrusted with rubies that were cut to resemble eyes. It gleamed wildly in her hands, the soul-fire candles roared with each twist of the wand.
'Witch Inspect!'
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─⋅⋆⁺ ME (Magical Efficiency) 1800/2000
─⋅⋆⁺ DB (Durability) 8872/10000
─⋅⋆⁺ MA (Magic Amplification) 120/120
─⋅⋆⁺ Modifier: Ifrit's Whisper - All fire spells' powers are double.
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'This might be better than Lucia's! I'll show her just how powerful I have gotten from this trap! She won't stand a chance!' Priscilla giggled to herself as started heading toward the next chamber. The large door opened with a slight push, revealing hundreds of skeletons armed with bows and arrows. A smile crept on her lips before dashing in the middle of the crowd. 'Lortus!' Several large shields that had been hung for display on the wall jutted off, creating a wall between Priscilla and the skeletons. The shields began moving, following the wand's movements, growing faster like a cyclone tearing through hundreds of bones.
Arrows flew blocked by the many shields rotating chaotically, the air currents generated was enough to put out every soul-fire lantern in the chamber.
'Stop!' A woman's voice rang through the walls causing Priscilla to jump erratically and cling to a tall pillar. She activated her night vision, searching through the dark for the voice that had called out before. A short girl just shy of the shield cyclone was flailing her wand around recklessly trying to cast ice bolts toward skeletons veiled by darkness.
With a swift jump she landed right by the girl's side, a single slice felled the remaining skeletons.
'Night Vision.' She pressed her wand against the new girl's forehead. Her eyes glowed a light blue blue and the darkness became visible.
'Who are you!' The mysterious girl pointed her wand toward Priscilla's throat.
'I saved you and that's how you act? Kind of rude don't you think?' Priscilla folded her arms, although she was confident in her own power, this girl's aura filled half of the room.
'Whatever. My name is Mika, I have been fighting creatures in this realm for almost three days. Do you have any food or water?'
Priscilla shook her head.' Well, my name is Priscilla. I think our best shot of getting out of here is to clear the final chamber. Also, no I don't have any water and unless you want to eat rotting flesh then the answer is no on that front too.'
Up ahead was the last staircase that would lead to the king's chamber, an eerie aura seeped from entrance. Priscilla gulped before leading the way toward the chamber.
'Wait! Let me go first. I sense my ability power is greater than yours so I will take the lead!' She took the opportunity to head on through the passage way first. The winding cobbled stairs led toward the chamber, darkness surrounded them only broken by a travelling wisp that descended into the howling depths of the castle.
A smaller chamber sat just outside of the main scenario, the large door boasted creepy designs of villagers fighting off fanged beasts. It was all intricately molded with iron, a golden chandelier hung from the low ceiling of the room with several ripped paintings decorating the wall.
'You ready for this?' Mika looked at Priscilla.
'Hell yeah!'