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Chapter 29
"What the hell do you mean, 'Survive?' What did you do to me?!"
"Your body will fill with magic, if you can't get rid of it quickly enough then it will kill you," said Kithana.
Still staring at the sprite, Kal remembered Ikuno getting drunk on magic after she gave herself to him and how she said humans went 'POP!' if they did the same. That aligned with Kelthor's stories of the apprentices who couldn't resist the urge to fill themselves with magic beyond what their bodies could handle.
The glowing tendrils began appearing beneath where he was holding his arm. Glancing over at the girls, he saw looks of horror on their faces as the blue glow made its way inexorably toward his elbow.
Kal jerked his head toward the forest, "You three need to get away from me."
"What? No!" said Sera, shaking her head. "I'm not leaving."
Growling in annoyance, he looked over their head, "Senshu, take them a safe distance away and keep them away from me."
The six-armed lamia nodded as she grew in size, her hair turning silver again. Using the two top sets of arms she wrapped them around Sera on one side and Velt on the other then used the bottom set to pick up Graff. Turning around, she made her way back to the path they just came from with her unhappy passengers.
Kithana stared after the retreating lamia before looking over at Molo who was watching from a distance. "Did she just do what he told her without question?"
Equally surprised by the Senshu's actions, the frog-girl just shrugged in response.
"Let me go!" screamed Sera as she and Velt tried to escape the sword maiden. Graff just drew in her arms and legs while trying to not look utterly terrified.
Senshu shook her head. "I'm only taking you out of harm's way. But I suggest you don't watch. If he fails, you don't want to see what happens," she said in her larger form's deeper voice.
The gorgon stopped struggling, caught off guard by the sadness in the big woman's tone. "You think he's already dead," she said accusingly.
The sword maiden nodded. "Father managed to survive one drop and it took hours for him to succeed. I don't know if it is even possible for a human to survive three," she said, putting them down.
"You want him to live," stated Velt from her other side as Graff came over and hugged the vixen for comfort. The doe didn't mind the large snake-woman as long as there was some distance between them. Being picked up and carried by the silver lamia left her shivering in fear.
"Yes. Though many of my sisters may feel differently."
"Why?" asked Sera while looking toward Kal with a worried expression.
Senshu turned to watch the mage as well. "It has been said that you can tell a lot about a person by fighting them. I think how they act after defeating you is more telling of a person's character. I have only been defeated a handful of times in a thousand years and your man was the first to be worried about me afterward." The sword maiden chuckled, "And over something so silly too. Those cuts were little more than scratches." She glanced down at the gorgon, "I would very much like to see him live."
"What is he doing?" asked Velt.
"I am unsure, but he needs to start doing something soon or Kit's magic will end him."
"I think he is recharging his crystals," said Sera, seeing where his hand was resting on the pouch.
"'Crystals'...? He has more than one?" asked Senshu.
Sera nodded, "He has four in that pouch," she held up a finger, "about that big."
"Four crystals... did he say what quality they were?"
"Near-flawless I think."
The sword maiden's eyes widened. "Molo! Get away from there!" she yelled to the frog girl. "He has four high-quality crystals and he's charging them all!"
The Molo's eyes widened and she turned to run when Kal called out, "I'm not going to take anyone with me if I fail!" More quietly he said, "but these have given me precious time to think."
Kithana seethed as she watched the mage pull the pouch with the mana crystals from his belt and throw it toward his companions. The man should be dead already. Instead, he was watching calmly as her magic slowly spread across his body.
Inside Kal's head, his mind was anything but calm as it searched furiously for options to expend as much magic power as possible. This might be a lot easier if...
"Ria!"
"Yes?" said the avatar, flying towards him.
"I know I said I didn't want to do this, but I need some of the energy you got from the will o' wisp."
"It's about time," she said. Waving her hand, a stream of tiny lights floated out of her bag and came toward them. The sprite grew a little in size as each one touched her body.
In a voice that was surprisingly soft and calm considering the fear welling up within him, he told the avatar, "If I'm wrong about this then tell the girls I love them and keep an eye on Perra and Talin for me."
"Then don't be wrong," she said before floating forward and kissing him.
Seconds later she pulled back in surprise, "You were nearly back to full, that wasn't much at all."
"Good to hear, now go back to Sera." His internal stores were filling fast despite doing his best to resist Kithana's magic. "Please don't be wrong," he whispered as he allowed the magic to fill him.
The floodgates holding back the fae's power crumbled.
Kal's eyes glowed bright blue for the first time in months.
Dropping to one knee, he punched the ground and let out a pulse of magic that hit the onlookers like a blow to the chest. Energy popped and crackled as Prentas's tower appeared to one side of the black sphere, the blast of energy disrupting the invisibility spell hiding it. Smirking at his confirmed suspicions and ignoring the surprise of those watching, he stood and spun around, looking at the earth beneath him. Finding his target, he drew the rune for the Strength spell in the air. Grabbing the glowing sigil, he turned it back toward himself before activating it. Except he didn't just activate it, he dumped the sprite's power into the rune. Pushed far beyond what it could handle, the spell shattered in a spray of sparks leaving a glowing afterimage in its wake. The healing rune on his back lit up as he repaired the fingers damaged from holding the small explosion.
"What?!" screeched Kithana but Kal paid her no mind as the fae's magic quickly replaced what he used.
Reaching out with geomancy, he wrapped a large boulder deep below him in the magic tendrils and heaved it up to the surface in a spray of dirt, rocks, and a couple of trees that were unfortunate enough to be growing above it. Moving it to the side, he let the stone drop with a loud thump that he felt as much as heard. He was surprised at how big it turned out to be. The rock was half the size of his house but the overcharged strength spell made it feel much smaller.
Darting over to the boulder, he drew the telekinesis spell in the air then immediately began adding a second set of runes around the first, turning it into the more powerful version Ikuno showed him the night he had the vision about the flight rune. The spell itself was nearly worthless because of how stupidly inefficient it was. But along with his other extremely inefficient spell, featherfall, it might just be what saved him today.
Grabbing the spell floating in the air, he pointed it at the stone and activated it. It was one of the few drawn spells that a mage could feed more power into, and Kal was going to take advantage of that.
Placing his other hand on the stone, he activated the featherfall rune on his vambrace and pushed the magic into the large rock. The Greater Telekinesis spell became blinding as he poured magic into it. The mage was honestly surprised when the huge stone began rising into the air, but more importantly, the two spells were leaking magic badly, which was exactly what he wanted.
Shattering the strength spell and activating Greater Telekinesis put a dent in his natural reserves. But even with the massive amounts of mana he was using, he could feel the fae's power continuing to fill him. Across his vambraces, the runes began to light up, strength, speed, stamina, haste, fire resistance, they all came to life along with his shield as Kal pushed them to their upper limit before needing to worry about burning the ink. He could sacrifice a rune by dumping power into it but after that, the leather beneath would be ruined and he would lose access to that spell. More importantly, he would lose access to that outlet for the Fae's magic.
He couldn't tell how many minutes had passed when he noticed the glow beneath his skin begin crawling up his other wrist. Kal stared at the blue streaks. With as slowly as he was absorbing Kithana's magic, he had hoped to simply outlast the effects of the sprite's fluids. But once it reached the tips of his fingers the only place left to go would be his head. Using his ability to control the flows of magic, he had been directing Kithana's power away from his neck since he didn't know what might happen if it got into his mind.
Looking at his vambraces, he realized there was one spell that he could afford to burn as it was the only one of his runes not made to be sustained in any way. Gathering all the excess power he could, Kal shoved it into the acclimation rune. With a flash and a loud crack, the corner of the leather arm guard with the small rune popped in a shower of leather fibers. Kal winced and immediately began healing where destroying the spell damaged his arm. The healing was complete sooner than he wanted, but that didn't stop him from smiling as he looked at his hand. It was now clear of the blue glow.
Taking a chance, he pushed the haste and fire resistance runes a little harder then increased the size of the shield slightly until he found an equilibrium with the influx of fae magic. His smile got a bit wider as a purple arrow formed by his arm and slammed into the boulder he was holding. It was soon followed by another and another as quickly as he could cast them. Alone, each one didn't use much magic, but with everything else, it was enough to start getting ahead of the power flowing into him.
