Influence of the Wisp is level 45!
Influence of the Wisp is level 46!
Influence of the Wisp is level 47!
The Golem had brought him to the ground, only to be joined by every single other one in a massive dogpile. He'd had to Enthrall them to get out, kicking all the way. The blue-white flames flickered and faded after only a few seconds, but it was enough time to get to his feet.
The Golems followed, a little scuffed, but most unharmed.
"Fire doesn't do much to magic glass, huh?" Felix asked them. Maybe if he could get it hotter? But then the Glass Golems were far more resilient than their Steel brothers. Each time he hit them, they regrouped and came back for more, moving faster and faster. He saw none of that jerky, puppet-style movement. Even the one without an arm and the other with a busted leg moved fluidly. They all dropped low, shifting into what he recognized as Boar Stance.
Felix copied them, setting his body low to the ground and spreading his arms wide. Rory had taught him this, though he hadn't tried it out in a fight. It was a Stance that preferred quick, full-frontal assaults and charges, prioritizing finesse for direct lethality. They came at him, an onrushing tide.
Affinity. Intent.
Focus on Adamant Discord...
One of the largest patterns within his core space lit up with power, and Mana poured into his channels. Far more than before. He shaped it, sounded it, Willing it to do as he intended. Sparks crackled across his limbs, brilliant blue-white bolts hotter than any flame. Cords of invisible steel tightened across his chest, and Felix let loose.
The light sparked weakly ahead of him, barely gouging the whitestone floor and leaving the charging Golems untouched.
Great, he grumbled. Back to failure.
Unfettered Volition!
Felix leaped straight up, unassisted by his Skills, soaring thirty feet over his enemies.
Shadow Whip!
A single tendril of shadow Mana manifested in his grip before splitting in two with a flex of his Will. The two pieces whipped down, latching onto a single Glass Golem, and redirecting Felix's considerable bulk back down into the fray. With the speed of a falling boulder, Felix crashed into the back of the Golem.
Corrosive Strike!
The Golem broke beneath him, his weight and blow too much for its enchanted glass. Felix only had moments as the Golems recognized his presence and twisted around. The threw out his hands, and purple-white Mana flooded outward until it enveloped all of them.
Mantle of the Long Night!
The ground flash froze as frost crawled up the Golems' bodies, slowing their movements by the tiniest fraction. Felix ducked and dodged, sweeping their legs out with kicks and well-placed punches. Glass shattered and Mana vapor swirled. There were no screams, no roars of pain, just his own heavy breathing and the relentless onrush of Glass.
It was fantastic.
"Haha!" Felix laughed, bursting another Golem's smooth-translucent skull. "Hahaha! Keep 'em comin'!"
"Is he...laughing?" Kikri asked in disbelief.
"What is he?" Davum asked. His face was all but pressed to the glass. "All those Golems..."
Kylar was pale as he repeated his question. "Who? Who is that?"
Mantle of the Long Night is level 44!
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Mantle of the Long Night is level 47!
Shadow Whip is level 41!
Shadow Whip is level 42!
Shadow Whip is level 43!
Five down. Two to go.
Felix cut off his Mantle, letting the arctic winds die down. They were helpful to slow the Golems, but after a while all they did was create a fog that made it annoying to fight in. Warm air meet cold air. He could hear their Spiritsafter a fashionand his Perception could pick them out, but after a while it all became interference that took more and more concentration to separate.
The fading fog revealed the last Glass Golem already swinging at him. Felix caught the blade with a hastily shaped column of whitestone. The rock was tough, but the glass blade still cut halfway through it. Disarmed for a moment, Felix juked around it's shield and kicked a hole into it's pelvis. Hips shattered, it listed to the side and threw its arms down to balance itself. Felix's uppercut took its head clean off.
Okay. That just leaves....The fog swirled and cleared. The Orichalcum Golem stepped out, perhaps a hundred feet away, still bearing it's sword and shield. Felix squared himself against the construct, considering his options. It had been faster than the Glass Golems, moving out of his reach every single time he had retaliated. It was likely stronger. But was it stronger than him?
Let's find out.
The Orichalcum Golem charged, shield up and sword held to the side. It was fast, and it's long legs ate up the ground between them.
Adamant Discord!
The ties that bound him and all things to the world vibrated. Invisible cords of unbreakable metal stretched between them, Primordial and Construct, and Felix gripped them tight. And pulled.
Lightning burst, an orb of electricity that flowed along their connection as the Golem's entire body was lifted off the earth. It merely reoriented itself, raising its red-gold sword and shield.
He pulled harder.
Wild Threnody!
Mana surged, filtering through the pattern of Adamant Discord before pumping through his looping channels. The power spooled out onto his fists. Electricity and undulating waves of distorted force swirled atop his knuckles. Felix screamed wordlessly and the Golem screeched, a sound like distressed metal.
They hit.
"Down!"
Lightning and thunder boomed outward, cracking the floor and walls and ceiling. Dust kicked up in an expanding ring, and the thick, enchanted glass blew out completely. Vyne braced against the stone lip at the bottom of the observation window, his shield held above him and Kikri. Still, the crackle of power nearly threw it from his grasp.
"Are you alright?" he asked the Elf.
"Y-yeah," she said, before wincing. A shard of glass had cut a line across her cheek. "What in Siva's name was that?"
"That...that isn't something that should happen, right?" Davum said from beside them. He'd already stood up and was staring into the training chamber. Vyne helped Kikri stand and looked himself.
"Twin's teeth," Vyne whispered.
The entire rooma room constructed of whitestonehad been split in half. A massive crevasse had formed across its expanse, and pieces of pulverized whitestone were everywhere.
And in the center, amid a field of scrapped constructs, stood a single man with eyes that burned like blue flames. Completely unharmed.
"No. That's impossible," Kylar said. "That's"
"That," the attendant interrupted, stepping forward with a look of awe and fear on her face. "That is the Blue-Eyed Fiend."
Felix looked around him and sighed.
"Cal's really gonna be mad about this."