Vengeful Earth

Mike opened his eyes and was bombarded with the pain of muscle cramps. He tried to move but he couldn't, he didn't even budge. He was unmoving and his body ached. Then, he saw his captors, a massive monstrous werewolf thing and a terribly sickly elf—the ugliest creature he had seen yet.

"Let me out!" He commanded, but there was no response. His captors merely discussed within themselves what they intended to do with him, and there was the matter of XelanaTon who was out for blood.

Mike could not longer feel the burning pain that had driven him to unconsciousnesss. He was completely healed, only if he could find a way out of this entrapment.

The thing he was in was like a thin crystal, slightly larger and taller than he was. Mike believed that it could not be as tight as it could possibly be as he still found room to breathe, air was present and his lungs had enough room to expand.

His eyes tried to wander but they could not move beyond the view they were provided. Then, Mike captured the sight of the room. One way to describe it was eerie and it made Mike uncomfortable and slightly afraid, he was more than convinced now, he must find away out of his captivity before he ended up like those fleshy parts in jars before him.

He tried thinking of the chains, tried calling them to help him, straining his mind in focused thought, but not even one appeared.

'Come on, come on, this is not the time for this.'

His breathing quickened.

Though Enojar's prison was little, allowing just a room for him, he had made the best use of it, improvising as much as he possibly could. He had parted the prison into two: His room for study where he also slept and his room for magical experiments.

He was currently in his room for magical experimentation, with his most successful work, and a large piece of a puzzle that could have him reach his level of domination and power.

The room was stacked with different materials, with barely enough room. Items included ranged from incredibly bland to downright disconcerting. Jars of strange liquids, some bubbly, Jars of bones and fleshy mass, strange books and other pieces of animals such as fur and feathers. Though the room was cramped, it was neatly arranged. The jars stood in a cabinet, orderly arranged.

"He is outside," Said Enuma.

"Hmmm, you best go stop him before he comes here and ruin everything."

"He is not alone however, he has company."

"Just make sure they do not reach here." Enojar scowled.

Enuma simply nodded and left the room. Mike heard its powerful howl, and all the hairs on his skin rose. His body remembered.

"Now now, my dear, it is just the two of us. You are in very capable hands, there is nothing to fear."

Mike felt his skin crawl with the way the tumors of the creature's face danced as he tried to move its lips. The way blobs of tumored flesh parted away to reveal those thin dry lips was such a horrid sight. Mike could not help hiding the look of disgust on his face.

"Ohh, you find me repulsive too, despite your situation? How arrogant of you. This will all be gone however, and I will have you to thank for it. With your lifeblood and radiance, and I become whole again, and I will regain my youth." Enojar roared with a smile, lifting up a clenched fist.

"Now, let us get to work."

*****

The howl alerted XelanaTon and the others. The enemy understood that they were present. He saw a beast at the top of the woody prison crouched and howling. The radiance on its body dissolved to a faint purple mist giving it an even dreadful appearance. It was the destructive radiance he had felt earlier, a creature responsible for deaths of his comrades.

XelanaTon's brows went up, "Hesk?" He blurted.

Through the flood of multitudes of dissimilar radiance—a phenomenon that should not exist, XelanaTon could pick Hesk's radiance trapped in there, and when he realized this, he noticed that the beast too bore a strong resemblance to his favored candidate.

Rage surged within him. It was one thing to kill a fellow radiant beast, it was another to corrupt their essence and reduce them to mere tools. It was unforgivable.

XelanaTon felt pity for Hesk's soul, but carried even more vengeful hate for Enojar and his goons.

"Destroy it as fast as you can." He commanded.

'Good friend, you will soon be freed.'

The creature let out a beastly sound and jumped from the tall height down right at them.

The wind radiant was the first to respond. A wind vortex erupted from its chest, and struck the beast, hurling it through the air. It however managed to contort itself in the air, executing a flip and landing quite confidently on the ground.

It snarled. Arching torrents of powerful flames came at it from the sides. They had come very fast, but it was just as fast, if not faster. It leaped, avoiding the blasts. Then XelanaTon sprang into action. A giant spike of earth jutted from below, threatening to impale Enuma. It rose so fast, almost instantaneously.

XelanaTon had foreseen this. Regardless of how fast the thing was, it would not escape this certain death. Except that it did. It turned upside down, and struck the rising earthen stake with an open paw. Its skin broke, and blood splashed from the wound, but then, the impaling earth crumbled.

XelanaTon could not believe it. No radiant beast could move like that, the thing was clearly a freak of nature. He was unrelenting however, and so were his teammates. He roared and fragments of rock flew to strike the beast. It responded with a powerful jet of wind, rhythmically spinning it about him and then redirecting it to the Wind Radiant above.

The rocks had come so fast, and unexpected for the wind radiant beast. They struck it, and it fell like a bird whose wings were nipped.

XelanaTon did not spare it a glance. It turned out that despite the fear he felt and the fact that it possessed Hesk's body, he still had underestimated the creature.

He raised his front legs, and stomped the ground, and the earth boiled and reddened from where he stood, the heat streaming down to where the beast landed. Enuma was no slouch, it saw this, and blasted itself upwards with the wind underneath its feet. A stream of molten rock erupted from where it had leaped, and trailed it like a tsunami.

"You will not escape!"