Burning Soul

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“Argh!” Theo woke up finally with a slightly lower fever than before, but his eyes were still burning and he was shivering with cold even though his body was hot.

“Master, you should rest! You're not feeling right to me!” Ember replied to his state worriedly.

He was still weak as he tried sitting up but failed. The blood vessels in his skin tightened up, forcing blood from the outer layer of skin to inside where it was easier to keep the heat in. His body became pale due to reduced blood flow and oxygen or by a decreased number of red blood cells and the complexion or pallor of his skin became light in colour compared with normal complexion. His muscles were aching and they felt heavy. He just kept his eyes closed and remained to lie on the ground.

There seemed to be some ominous power binding the cells as they couldn’t use high magic in there at all!

The Prison was the hollow cube of concrete, one way in, no windows. In there you would have no idea how much time had passed or even if it was day or night. It was totally disorientating by design. Given enough time a person could forget their own name in there. The isolation was total and the stimulation was zero. No sound, no light or cloth of any kind. There was just the gathering gloom of dusk, even at midday. It was all an inmate could do to feel the cool walls.

After carefully observing Nuae asked Aeneas, “Why are there only 7 cells?

And what happened to those 3, looks like someone broke outta them! Can we not do the same?”

Aeneas heard him and looked around,

“Certainly, but don’t you feel something off!

There seems to be some kind of barrier on the cell walls!” Catherine, who was trying to bust open the walls, made a note.

She was capable of creating Wind Energy that allows her to generate and manipulate wind at her will. It is one of the major elements of mana, and its spirit is Sylph. For someone as young as Catherine to summon a greater spirit such as Sylph and befriending one, it was a feat considered impossible by many. The wind magic allowed her to use high-speed attacks, improved her agility, granted the ability to float and fly, ability to give the wind cutting properties, manifesting it in the form of fast-moving air blades which were employed at mid-to-long range; they could also generate powerful gusts of wind to inflict blunt damage upon enemies and send them flying away,

However, she also seemed capable of producing minor, yet accurate, blasts without the need of moving her hands. She could also employ the wind on herself, using it to levitate and traverse over long distances, as well as to cover herself in the armour of wind, boosting both her offence and defence.

“Should I try by force?” Ember asked her as Theo rested on her lap.

“Not right now, you look out for Theo.

"We'll come up with something,

let’s see!” Aeneas brushed off her request.

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“That won’t do any good!”

A voice startled everyone, it was Flynn’s voice.

“Tch!

What brings you here?

And why are we separated from Duvrion?” Aeneas yelled at him,

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“Huh!

You are asking me?

How dare you!

Does that mean you are opposing my authority, my stand, my self!” he replied while looking down at him,

“Aeneas! Somethings off!” Nuae warned him as he realized something.

The guards were not there, not a single one!

“When did that happen!” Catherine also couldn’t see any soul around.

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“Hey! Hey!

How dare you ignore me and fool around? Are you disrespecting me?” Flynn’s attitude had changed drastically, it was as if he was some other person right now, it was something that no one understood right away.

“Why are you acting funny Flynn! Do you really think that Dimitri will stay quiet after knowing your schemes?” Aeneas tried probing him,

“Flynn! Oh, you mean me right!

Hmph! It took me a whole year to get a name befitting to a position in the North Wind Church!

But, as you are going to die here, I can be bold to say my name, Ace of Lightning Strikes, Aeneas.

I’m Archelaus Demopoulos, Sinner Archbishop of the Chronicles.”

Hearing this everyone was in a daze, except Aeneas. He looked to be in shock, his face was pale!

“Chronicles you say!” he murdered,

“Huh!

How impudent you have to be, show some respect while you utter the name you Sinner!”, Archelaus looked at him with pitiful eyes,

“You don’t have to be so harsh on our guest Archbishop Archelaus” a famine sound came behind him,

Followed by a rather young looking girl walking forth. She wore no more than a long white gown, she was slender and her hairs were pure white while her eyes had a violet trait.

“Finally we met again, isn’t it wonderful!

You didn’t have to run away from me last time too!” she spoke in a soft low tone.

“Tch! You didn’t have to tag along! Didn’t I tell you that I was enough?” Archelaus looked irritated.

“You….” Aeneas looked pissed bad right now, he was giving off a creepy aura as well!

“My, are you still angry about what happened? It was fate dear, how could one avoid!” She replied to his agitation,

“ERSA!”

Aeneas screamed while drawing out Excalibur and sticking on the cell’s gate with all his might, shaking the entire prison!

Without stopping he slashed another hit while pouring in mana in the blade, yet no result, just a gust of wind could slip through the cell!

“Hmph!

All that for a gust of wind?” Archelaus smiled bitterly at the miserable state Aeneas looked to him,

Others looked at it dismissively, ‘Ersa, Chronicles, what is it all?’

“We don’t need too many spectators, do we!” Ersa looked at confused lots in other cells,

“Sleep!” Just as she uttered those words, everyone went into slumber as if someone cast high-level magic,

“Hey!”

“Rest assured! Those with divine protection won’t be affected with such a low spell!” Ersa explained to Aeneas,

“Open!” as she spoke again, with a clang, the doors to the cells unlocked, breaking them free.