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Chapter 138: The High Sorceress Myndral
Chapter 138: The High Sorceress Myndral
A storm brewed on the horizon, dark clouds swirling like an omen. The air itself felt charged with raw magic, humming with unseen power. The ground beneath them trembled, as if the very world recoiled at the presence of their next target.
High Sorceress Myndral.
She was no ordinary mage, nor a simple warlock hiding behind layers of dark sorcery. Myndral was a master of the arcane arts, a woman whose power rivaled that of entire kingdoms. She had lived for centuries, defying time through forbidden magic. Entire nations had fallen at her whim, reduced to dust with the wave of her hand.
Killing her would not be easy.
But Seraphis and Theia never turned back.
Tonight, the High Sorceress would fall.
The Fortress of Arcane Dawn
Their target resided within a structure known as the Fortress of Arcane Dawn, an imposing tower of obsidian and gold that seemed to pulse with its own heartbeat. The tower hovered above the ruined plains, its foundation suspended in the air by a series of massive, glowing runes.
"A floating fortress," Theia muttered, narrowing her eyes. "That’s new."
Seraphis studied it for a moment, her expression unreadable. "She’s not just any sorceress. This place is a fortress and a spell in itself."
Getting in would be the first battle.
Breaking the Barrier
As they approached, the air shimmered, revealing a massive invisible dome of energy surrounding the fortress.
Seraphis flicked her wrist, sending one of her metal cards toward it.
The moment it touched the barrier—lightning erupted. The card disintegrated instantly, leaving behind a crackling void where it once was.
Theia cursed. "Well, walking in is out of the question."
Seraphis smirked. "Who said we’d walk?"
With a wave of her hand, she rearranged her cards, forming a floating platform beneath them.
"Hold on."
With a flick of her wrist, the platform shot forward, slicing through the storm-filled sky.
Lightning crashed around them, the barrier’s defenses recognizing intruders.
Seraphis weaved between the arcs of destruction, dodging death by inches.
Then—the barrier opened.
A voice, smooth and rich, echoed through the storm.
"You amuse me, little ghosts."
Myndral.
The High Sorceress Appears
The fortress doors swung open without a sound, revealing a grand hall bathed in a soft golden glow. Towering pillars lined the sides, etched with ancient sigils that pulsed with unseen power.
And at the very end of the chamber, standing before a floating throne of blue fire, was Myndral.
She was beautiful and terrible all at once.
Her robes were woven from starlight, shifting between black and silver with each movement. Her hair, white as the moon, cascaded down her back in waves. But it was her eyes that held the true horror—voids of swirling galaxies, endless and unreadable.
"You have come far," she said, voice carrying through the chamber like a song. "But you will not leave."
Seraphis didn’t answer.
She attacked.
The Battle Begins
The moment her cards left her fingers, the room exploded with magic.
Myndral flicked a single hand, and the entire hall shifted, transforming into a battlefield of floating platforms and cascading waterfalls of molten light.
Seraphis and Theia were thrown into the air, their footing lost.
Then the real battle began.
Magic Unleashed
Myndral raised both hands—and the air fractured.
Dozens of arcane spears manifested in the sky, each one humming with uncontainable power.
With a simple motion, she sent them hurtling forward.
Seraphis twisted midair, her cards shifting into a wall of reflective steel—but the moment the spears struck, they exploded into thousands of smaller shards, each one seeking its target with terrifying precision.
Theia teleported, narrowly avoiding a barrage of death.
Seraphis wasn’t so lucky.
Two shards ripped through her shoulder, another grazing her thigh. Blood spattered across the floating platforms, but she didn’t slow down.
She flipped backward, landing on a stable surface just as Myndral extended a single finger.
A storm of golden chains erupted from the floor, wrapping around Seraphis in an instant.
Theia’s Counterattack
Theia didn’t hesitate.
She vanished in a blur of black energy, reappearing behind Myndral with her daggers aimed at the sorceress’s throat.
But Myndral only smirked.
She snapped her fingers—and Theia froze in place, her body encased in a prison of solid light.
"Predictable," Myndral murmured, brushing dust from her sleeves. "You cannot harm me."
Seraphis gritted her teeth.
"Then we’ll just have to try harder."
Breaking the Chains
Summoning all her strength, Seraphis focused on her cards, willing them to move despite the magical bindings.
The chains shuddered, resisting.
Myndral tilted her head, curious. "Oh? That’s new."
Seraphis let out a breath—then unleashed everything.
Her cards morphed, transforming into razor-thin threads of silver, slipping through the chains and cutting through their structure at the atomic level.
The moment the bindings snapped, she launched forward.
Her blade met Myndral’s outstretched palm—but this time, it cut skin.
For the first time, the sorceress’s eyes widened in surprise.
The Final Clash
Myndral gritted her teeth, golden blood dripping from the shallow wound.
"Enough of this."
She raised her hand—and the entire fortress began to collapse.
Reality itself fractured, the world twisting into a maelstrom of raw magic.
Seraphis didn’t hesitate.
She threw every card she had, each one glowing with the power of the souls she had collected over countless battles.
Theia, free from her prison, joined in, her daggers singing with dark energy as she struck from the opposite side.
Myndral screamed, her body rupturing from the combined assault.
Her magic fought to hold her together, but the damage was too great.
With one final, shuddering breath, she collapsed into dust, her throne of fire fading into nothingness.
Victory and Aftermath
The fortress shook violently, its magic unraveling.
Seraphis grabbed Theia’s hand. "Time to go."
They leapt from the collapsing tower, landing on solid ground just as the structure imploded into the sky, vanishing like it had never existed.
The night was silent.
Another name erased from history.
But there were still more to go.