Chapter 8 - Two Men versus an Army

The two remaining guards were in shock, and were trembling on their feet as they glared upon a teenager taking down a Guard Commander with ease. But what scared the soul of of them more, was Mogranius who forced Guards to become airborne and split them in two in the process. "Just where did these Wizards come from?" They both thought but were left swallowing their spit, being rendered out of words and their eyes eyes started widening as they saw Mogranius aiming to bring death upon them.

Not wasting a blink of an eye, Mogranius shot fire yet again by joining his palms together with a loud clap which shot fire but only reached close enough to the Guards to cause blurry vision and burned eyebrows, this is of course just a trick to buy time. His hands were touching each other finger by finger while he moved his hands quickly from the top of his shoulders to the bottom of his hip, which unleashed the sort of fire he used against the guards which he split in two a bit earlier, but this time he used the fire clap as well.

The fire shot from that movement was very thin but its length started off from two feet, became six feet when it reached the two remaining guards and was twenty feet wide when it reached the wall of another store run by an ill.u.s.tratio. No doubt Mogranius gave more power to this one. Which was rather uncalled for, considering there were only 2 Guards, one of which already pissed his pants.

The fire cut through the two remaining guards like a hot Silver sword through a rope.

Their bodies got cut all the way through and were laying near the store wall next door. Cut completely in two, with their corpses slowly burning into a crisp.

The store next door wasn't a store anymore, because that last fire that Mogranius shot, broke the support beams and cut half way through the store as well. Fire rapidly spread through the store, leaving it no chance to be shut down with water and risking to catch the other stores on fire as well. The once big popular store started crumbling and turning in to a pile of rubble, damaged far beyond prepare.

But when Mogranius pushed the last two guards through the wall, he accidentally lit part of Stefan's store on which if not tamed, can deal serious damage as well. But that fire but it didn't seem to be a problem for Mogranius. Because both the fire was currently small and Mogranius took charge of the fire rather easily. By simply breathing in, moving his right hand from forward to near his chest, which dragged the fire from the wood planks it was burning on and started circling around his right hand. Rising a foot high at first but slowly decreasing, taming.

The Fire surrounding his hands spread out down his fingers, and ended up being shaped like actual bear claws in just a moment, leaving everyone glaring with widened eyes and inevitable envy. To be able to play with fire so easily? Fascinating.

"Follow me." He shouted, breaking the silence and shining with hope in front of their eyes. They are about to deal with the most heavily populated Kingdom in Occidentis Ignis. They desperately needed such a Powerful Fire Wizard in their arsenal.

Without a moment to spare, he walked out of the book store, and started running towards the main gate after they passed the city center. The center who was crawling with people before, was now empty due to everyone noticing the disaster, leaving their crops behind without thinking twice. None would be willing to sacrifice themselves so easily. No no they choose to evade the inevitable death if they faced against fire. But as soon as they passed the empty city center, tens of ill.u.s.tratio guards were already heading towards him and the rest of the group with weapons flashing on the sunlight.

With little options left, Mogranius who was now leading this group, had to think fast. They can't fight off one Guard after the other forever, most importantly they can't do that because the Guards approach in bundles. Mogranius used his left hand to strike a big house down. Already understanding the concept of Double Standards, he figured that the King would never let an ignite live in such a big house. So he felt no grief using the house to his advantage.

The bear claw like fire rapidly expanded once Mogranius did a fast swing towards the house. The Bear Claw expanded enough to recklessly split one third of the house with complete ease and dragged the rubble down the path and blocked the way which ended up victimizing several ill.u.s.tratio Guards in the process. that strike gave them a little time to think of a plan or just run.

He saw the group behind him glaring in shock, understanding how powerful this Fire Wizard is. Mogranius himself broke the silence by expressing a shortly thought out plan of which he thought as he glanced at the group who were clearly shocked of his power. Especially Stefan who never saw a Fire Wizard in action.

"Eric we need to fly out of here. Otherwise we will die. There are just to many of them, we can't fight them all off. I can only carry one person. I will carry your father, you will carry Stefan since he is lighter."

"But I can't fly. How am I supposed to do it?" Asked Eric with a confused and hopeless look on his face.

"You are more powerful than you think. You are a Wizard Eric. A very powerful one actually. Just concentrate your fire power towards your feet, put some rage into your feelings. You aren't helpless." Expressed Mogranius as he witnessed Guards climbing over the debris blocking the entire main road. Acting perfect as a shooting point for Mogranius. He has better chances of taking them down one by one instead of having to deal with a bundle. Bundles got reduced by half due to the debris. "There is no time to discuss it, as soon as I start shooting, you start flying." He yelled out an order, making Eric's goal clear. Eric didn't like at all to be ordered around but at this case, he has no time to be dramatic.

"Alright, we have little choice. Let's do this." He snapped back to reality, burying his self doubt and constantly Whispered "I can do this." as he tried his best to focus.

While Eric was focusing, Mogranius already started shooting six feet wide and two feet long Fireballs towards ill.u.s.tratio guards, each fireball burning down and killing up to three Guards if they were to rise above the debris at the same time which had a short push against 3 Guards, but managed to force any Single Guard to becoming airborne, forcing him to fly above 15 feet far, often landing over other Guards which slowed them down at least a little, buying more and more time for the group.

He is a true force to be wrecked with indeed.

But the more Mogranius was shooting, more and more ill.u.s.tratio guards started appearing, due to them noticing where trouble is and wasting no time heading towards it. The number of ill.u.s.tratio guards this kingdom holds is far beyond the amount of which Mogranius can fight off. The town holds over 3,000 people, and each Kingdom in Ignis pays tax to Xakro ill.u.s.tratio lll, which gives him more than enough Gold to raise an army easily more than the Kingdom can offer. The Kingdom can solely survive by taxes coming from other Kingdoms. Even if they didn't employ even 1 worker, they can have a great income, which gives him the ability to hire more Guards instead of people with valuable crafts, above that, they have imported Guards from other Domains who don't have citizenship here, but are simply hired.

Noticing the situation getting worse by the second, bundles of 5 and above becoming more common by the moment, he felt the urge to shout.

"Eric, go! Fly already."

Hearing his shout, Eric started concentrating but it was indeed hard to concentrate on something he barely knew anything about in the middle of a battle while never trying it before. All he could think of concentrating on, was his feet.

If Woldemir didn't indirectly prevent him from his destiny, Eric would at least learn a thing or two from Mogranius on the way to Crutal Kingdom, probably not a lot but he wouldn't be such a sitting duck.

But with all odds thrown against him, he buried the last piece of self doubt and actually managed to blast fire out of his feet. The first burst didn't lift him off the ground but it did shoot out a bit of fire, which was better than nothing.

"Try again. You can do this!" He heard Stefan yelling with a rather concerned tone. He didn't want to end up dead or in the dungeons.

Eric tried focusing again, killing all thoughts that could lead to a lack of concentration, and focusing his energy towards his feet. Which was extraordinarily hard to doo, since Fire is usually blasted from the hands. After the toughest attempt of concentration, he managed to burst fire out of his feet again. But he already felt worn out. He is most certain that he can't push his concentration anywhere above the stage he just did, in such a short time with no past experience.

The second burst got him four feet off of the ground but yet still he couldn't keep flying, he fell on the ground from the 4 foot height, hurting his knee a little bit.

"I can't do this." He buried himself in self hate, making it clear to himself that he is incapable. He is sure that he can't dig the group out of this hole. He feels weak, tired, worn out.

"You can do this son. You have your mother's bloodline!" Shouted Woldemir from the background, triggering Eric in an emotional way. The emotion that has been haunting him for years. The thought of his mother.

Fire started burning from his eyes. Literally. Like a small amount of dust, fire burst out of his eyes and slowly disappeared as it flew towards the sky, and a fire like glow replaced his dark eyes. He attempted to fly again, but this time, the third and final burst was the one. It was the one that lifted Eric far off of the ground and the fire that came out of his feet this time was not at all like the first couple of bursts. That burst was so intense that it carved a half sphere like shape on the ground that was three feet across, that burst made the Guards stop and glare upwards, only to become easy shots for Mogranius.