The Last Warlock

The variation of the 'gravity runespell' that Mack devised was activated using the crystal as a power source.

All the blood infused essence struggled to leave Mack's area of domain as if that area was hell itself.

But they could not resist one bit. Mack had already activated it and the trap was set even before they could realize what Mack was aiming for.

They were too slow, and all that took was just but a thought from Mack and almost all the essence in the stadium came to Mack.

They were trying to push it? He would let them do it gladly and take all of that essence for him.

Their blood was his own blood.

Will against will, none could beat him.

Except for one guy, the other one with a black sword.

That 'Mack' quickly deactivated his domain runespell and did the same as Mack, using the gap in the fight to activate his gravity runespell engraved in his own body.

But he was a heartbeat slower than Mack, and that sealed his fate.

Essence moved to the inside of Mack's body and in the blink of an eye the entire stadium was like a desert.

Mack could do that because he had both runespell active, the gravity field and the domain runespell, instead of only having the gravity runespell on.

While one ruled over the essence remaining and blocking the stadium and any attempt of control, the other sucked all the rest of essence to Mack's body.

And it was a lot of essence in a single place.

The concentration of essence in that place was 11x what was inside Mack's body normally.

And that was because those 11 freaks were like Mack.

Twelve crazy guys.

Essence rushed to Mack's body and his skin cracked and deform and heal all at the same time.

Once they all realized what Mack was aiming for, it was too late. But they still tried to fight back.

Daggers came flying to Mack, but they met an invisible wall.

~shin~

It was the barrier from the archmage that Mack defeated. Glimmering in full light now that the daggers activated it.

They could do nothing to change their fates.

Seeing the barrier, even the 'Mack' with a black sword felt helpless.

Realizing the situation they were in, one of them screamed with all the air in his lungs:

"The mages will destroy my world! I am the only hope for them!!!!"

Seeing their helpless faces, Mack could not avoid thinking how different they were, and asked back:

"Is your world, let's say, like mine? With cellphones and bug killer sprays?"

They seemed confused why ask that, but they all nodded to Mack, except for the guy with the black sword.

"What about this world is worth saving if they would risk extinction to swat a fly?"

None responded, because the true spoke louder when was the last thing they would hear.

~thump~

The same second their heads fell to the ground.

Except for one.

The guy with another black sword.

"Why did you spare me?"

Asked the guy, not sure why he was left alive.

"I did not. You will die. But I will give you a glimpse of what I will become."

"Why?"

Asked the other Mack with the black sword.

"Because you are the closest thing to me, maybe the difference between you and me was just one more cigarette. You could be in my spot now. Would not you like to see what's next? I would if I was on your shoes."

The other Mack took his sword and threw to the front.

"Use it well"

And in the next second lunged a dagger in his own heart.

It was a slow death to them, there was no need for this suffering, but was enough to watch what he could have become.

His gravity runespell ended with no more essence in his body and he bend over his own knees with blood flowing out of his body.

Watching and feeling the rest bit of the essence inside his body go to his own but better self.

"Exactly what I would have done."

Said Mack now with his body almost feeling like he was a bottle that was about to explode of so many essence inside.

In the next second, Mack closed his eyes and the domain runespell retracted, taking with it the blood of all the dead ones together.

The domain retracted but did not stop working as usual. Instead, his scope become Mack's own body. With only one goal, his domain acted as his master commanded.

"Evolve"

Mack cells started to die and reborn and adapt and change, all to contain more and more essence.

His rule was absolute.

And the blood of all the dead ones acted as a fuel to keep Mack living during this process.

Mack was slowly feeling the changes in his own body.

The skin felt as if was of a young kid; the bones became harder, all was becoming more efficient and more tuned with essence.

~cough~

Mack coughed a black ball of tar and black blood left his pores as if he was made of ink.

The domain runespell retracted more and more, doing pressure from the outside while his own body listened to the commands of his essence to evolve.

To reach new heights.

Seeing all this, the other Mack gave a smile and closed his eyes forever. He didn't need to see the result. He knew what a beast he was and this guy in front of him was even more of a freak.

Eleven crazy bastards and one monster.

That was his last thought.

Mack was aware that the guy died and finally could let his guard down and focus completely on the task ahead.

But not without using that guy's blood.

A gust of wind came out from Mack and in the next second, blood flowed from the dead Mack until only a dried corpse could be seen.

Mack had no remorses of his actions.

But he would pursue their goals.

His own goal.

To be the strongest man alive.

Or die trying.