Continuation of Chapter 1: The Lone Elementalist (3/5)
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A frightening battle cry in a strange, unknown language was heard in a distance. Following it, the sky above them began forming a strange green alchemist symbol, its edges oozing a green like substance. For a brief moment, Cynn had sworn she saw millions of crying skulls entrapped inside as it glistened against the backlight of the sun.
‘By the Raven’s claw! Don’t let it touch you!’ Gwen ordered, interrupting Cynn’s train of thought as she felt droplets pelleting against her hood. Almost instinctively, Cynn swiftly dodged out of the cursed ground and tossed out her leather cloak, watching it disintegrate into a pile of obsidian flakes even before reaching the snow bed. Hiss. The skin on her forearms began dissolving under the murky acid, revealing a raw sheen of carbonite underneath. Before she had time to take in the melting veneer of her skin, an accelerated thumping echoed behind her. ‘Damnit. What now.’ Cynn rolled her eyes as she turned back, a fiery anger simmering within her. Staring headstrong at the eyes of the ferocious icebrood wolf charging furiously towards her, she drew her staff and resumed a poised casting stance, focusing on a spell chant. The dripping acid on her arms began evaporating with a sizzle and her eroded layers of diamond skin were magically renewed. With a grin, the elementalist ended her cast with a quiet command of ‘erupt’ as she directed her glowing staff head at the ground, sending splinters of fault lines across the icy floor. In an eerie silence, she watched the beast’s neck get impaled by a graphite lance that spiked from below, sending a consecutive series of stone spears ripping through its helpless, convulsing body.
Catching the reflection of herself in the fading eyes of the dead creature, she saw its frenzied pack leader racing towards her. In seconds, she blocked the blunt of its feral pounce with her staff though the weight of its body had forced her to the ground. The fiend’s growling ringed loudly in her ears as its jaws snapped frustratingly within inches from her face. Cynn’s grip on her staff began shivering under the pressure of the beast. Summoning the remaining of her physical strength, she yelled and kicked the abdomen of the overbearing wolf with her rock encased boot, which of course, was timely enchanted. And along with the oldest trick in the book, Cynn casted a quick lightning surge, temporarily blinding the disoriented creature. She wasted no time in wielding her dagger, raising it in front of her staff, hastily reciting a spell that made her weapons ignite in roaring flames. The giant wolf shook off its confusion, turning its feral glare directly back at Cynn, this time, with even greater vengeance brewing in its eyes.
However, something was amiss.