Both party stood, without moving an inch. Gaze fixated on each other, as thunder rumbled in the sky.
The assassin wasn't attacking and she couldn't be too sure if he was here for her ot or not.
He looked nothing like a rogue or a loner. The view was blury but even his stance gave off the vibe of an elite.
Unless.....
Before she could even process her thoughts, she felt an icy and surpressing air from behind surrounding her.
She instinctively turned, stance rigid but fluid— a needle small but deadly, ready for poisoning.
But mere mortals couldn't sight the from of an unclean spirit. Yet she felt it however she was completely helpless against it.
Her immediate thought was to run and immediately she sprinted. She knew sorcery when she saw it and this was a deadly creature she wouldn't be able to fight.
The assassin took action as soon as the unclean spirit appeared, releasing a wave of force into the air. He lunged forward and tackled the dark shadow.
Mortals couldn't see it but he wasn't a mortal, he was a mage after all. The most formidable mage in all of the empire.
Malcom twisted, waving his sword a silvery glow emitting from it as he activated his core strength forcefully dragging a bash of thunder and directing it towards the dark shadow.
Sparks flew and a loud venomous hiss polluted the air, the dark shadow peiced upon impact, dispersing like little clouds before rapidly floating away.
Morphing back into one form it went after Ravenna again, it's red eyes flaming this time.
Ravenna who had seen the assassin tackling something immediately knew and understood he wasn't here to Kill her but that deadly thing.
She had caught a glimpse of it's form when it was struck with thunder and she knew immediately that assassin wasn't human.
She quickened her pace as soon as she felt the vengeful air around her. It was definitely close—she knew this.
She ran with such swiftness, her barefoot lightly digging into the earth before swiftly retracting forward.
Her thick sackcloth wasn't helping as it restricted her movements, however she wasn't pressured.
She couldn't outrun it anyways. What she needed to do was find any thing with the colour red.
She knew the red color could repel or distract anything created from sorcery. However it wouldn't last for more than a heartbeat, but it was enough time for the assassin to tackle it.
She had seen him earlier, he was indeed capable. Her gaze swept round the surroundings with lightning speed, all the while she didn't dare slow down.
Amidst the blurry and harsh downpour of to rain, finding anything of specific colour was rather hard, but Ravenna had been trained really hard in terms of sight.
She managed to manuever, turning the next route without slipping as soon as she sighted a colour red.
It was a bush of roses, it was small but effective she would need to be extremely fast. Without slowing down Ravenna ran with every strength in her, a ghostly shadow on her tail and a leaping mage closely behind without falling short in the chase.
As soon as Malcolm saw where she was headed his gaze deepened, unleashing his sword he sent a wave of lightning towards the small space between her and the unclean spirit.
But it didn't back out it instead dashed forward with speed, a small claw like part of the shadow reaching for her neck.
Ravenna picked up pace as soon as she felt the negative energy so close to her nape. She dashed towards the red rose hands outstretched—the bush seemed so far yet so close.
Would she be able to make it to the thorny bush dotted with red roses?
Her slender fingers inched forward and just as she was about to touch the red rose sat upright and undisturbed by the rain—she felt the tightening of a claw around her throat. It burned badly as she gasped for breath, her eyes rolling behind her eyes as she fell into the bush—unconscious.
Unknowingly she had descended into another consciousness
Ravenna awoke with a startled gasp. It was no longer raining and a thick layer of mist covered everywhere.
She pounced on her feet immediately at alert—trying to detect any sound or movement.
' where is this place? ' The thought bugged her endlessly. All she remembered was falling into a thorny bush of roses.
That would definitely hurt but there wasn't a single scratch on her body.
Something invisible grabbed her by the throat pushing her against a wall she couldn't even see because of the mist.
She fought back, wriggling and exerting force on the claws around her neck. But it was so strong, she seemed to be loosing her breath.
Air was leaving her body faster than intended. She heard a vicious voice snarling
" Where's your stone? " She heard a hiss then the force on her neck tightened further.
She couldn't help screaming out, this was similar to that time in the dungeon but the force this time was stronger and malicious.
" What stone? " She managed to squeeze out despite the pain. Tears spilling out of her eyes.
She didn't know who was speaking or what the person was even talking.
She didn't know of any stone.
She struggled, already at the brink of loosing consciousness. The force that grabbed onto her neck slammed her against the wall again and she groaned, pain spreading through her entire body.
" A pure blooded mystic without it's stone? " The voice seemed angry as it tightened it's grip on her neck.
" Pathetic " The voice scoffed, willfully tossing her like a rag doll.
Ravenna's consciousness was already slipping as she felt her self being tossed, but wierdly she didn't hit anything.
But the fog cleared and it was dark for a moment before her eyes opened.
" Where was she? "....