The Last Warlock

Mack killed dozens of mages with his strategy and blunt bravery.

But also thanks to that runespell on his middle finger.

Mack's biggest problem was that the Essence inside his body was too dense.

But when he activated that runespell. He created a mist revolving around him. That mist was Essence mixed with his own blood cells.

The flow was so strong that his blood left his body bit by bit. But also this flow made possible for Mack to use his will over that blood mist.

Because his body had less essence inside and his will could flow along that Essence more easily using his blood as a medium. .

But this strategy could also cost Mack his own life.

Mack used the blood mist runesspell for a few minutes and was already dead weak.

The more he used, the more he became vulnerable.

That could be Mack Trump card. But could also be his demise.

Just like now.

Mack was lying flat on the ground, completely unprotected and completely vulnerable.

If someone approached Mack and stabbed him in at his chest, Mack would only be able to laugh at his own misfortune, because he could barely lift any finger.

But for Mack's luck, no one approached that doomed place after what happened. It seemed no one clearly knew what happened and avoided the place like plague itself.

For safety, while Mack was descending fromt the sky, he activated his cape invisibility mode, and because of it no one saw him there.

The Argonian Cape truly had its perks.

Dead tired and unable to move, Mack stayed there on ground hoping no one fought close to him.

Be it by luck or not.

The battle that day ended a few minutes after Mack 'light show'.

The mages thought some strong warlock went rampant while the warlocks thought some mage went crazy.

Unsure of what happened, both sides retreated for the day.

Both avoiding that place, because they could still see a very peculiar thing there.

A half carved rune circuit on ground that spanned for almost a hundred meters in size.

No one would approach there to try their luck just to see if it was still working or not after seeing what happened there.

Mack carved that half rune circuit as a 'bait' to make the mages haste their attacks. He could not wait for all the night. The more time passed, the more he approached the doors of hell.

His plan worked in the end.

But at a huge cost for himself.

He was weak and vulnerable.

His clothes and battlesuit were ragged and would need time for them to fix themselves.

On the dark night, Mack kept looking at the sky.

In the boredom of the night, he remembered the first day he stepped foot on this gate.

He barely could fight an acolyte at that time.

And now he could kill mages. In the plural.

He improved a lot in those forty plus days.

'How many days passed since I said that weird oath at the hospital?'

[72 days]

'So much time already. But really feels way more than that'

Mack remembered that voices in his head, way before he came to the tower.

The lack of sleep that drove him crazy.

Remembered that doctor.

And him breaking his own gates. Without eating or sleep for several days.

That odd feeling from the second gate. The feeling of nothingness.

The third gate showing the true face of mages. And how cruel of a enemy they could be.

~sigh~

'Those NPCs light constructs are not even that strong, right? For mages I mean.'

[You could guess?]

'Yeah, the acolytes never used spells, they only have a stronger body'

'While the mages, apart from fireball, almost never used other spells too.'

[Indeed]

'And they took way too long to chant those spells at the end of that battle too. I was expecting way more.'

'If I'm not wrong, these mages in this battle, when it really happened back in the time, were here only to cure favor from bigger players watching from the back'

[You guessed right]

'The ones I'm going to meat in real life would be way stronger, right?'

[Correct again. They will be several times stronger than these here. Some immeasurably stronger.]

'And once they know I'm with the Mage Slayer sword, they will hunt me down like a golden goose'

[...]

'I know my fate already. Don't need to be afraid that I didn't see this coming. Or do you take me as a fool?'

[...]

'The moment I received this legendary grade sword, I knew my ancestor had a scheme up his sleeve. There ain't free meals in this world.'

[Unfortunately, I can't talk about your ancestor plans]

'Rules, I know'

[Indeed]

'A legendary sword made to kill mages used as a bait to attract all the strongest mages of all dimensions.'

'The blood of a 'until now' extinct race, the warlock race, me.'

'All to lure them to pursuit me'

[...]

'And me. Trained to the peak by this tower to be a mage killing machine.'

[...]

'But that's not all right? I know I'm missing something. Can't be this simple.'

[...]

'Yeah yeah I know... rules.'

[Indeed]

'A plan that goes by thousand of years and took who knows so many more years to be made... only for revenge? I understand the desire for revenge. But can't be only because of that. My ancestor is anything but a simple person.'

~sigh~

'This will be a long and tedious night.'

Said Mack, disabling his invisibility cape.

Everyone had retreated already to their respective camps, and it didn't seem someone would come there anytime soon.

He was dying to eat something.

But had no way to move back to the warlock camp.

Not for the next few hours, at least.

Mack used all the force he could muster and extended his arm to the right, grabbing half of a dead mage body.

Then he pulled it, inch by inch.

He was damn weak.

Fifteen minutes later, a dead mage body, or half of it, was over Mack's body.

'At least this way if someone come here they would think I'm dead too.'

Mack could not risk someone stumbling on him while in invisible mode or he would be dead for sure.