Chapter 327: Golden Flames

Chapter 327: Golden Flames

It didnt make sense. None of it made sense

Calex Thorn stared at the impossible unfolding in front of his very eyes. The dire girl had been cut by Nightshade. The swords exceedingly potent poison had filled her veins. He had seen her collapse and succumb to the poison. And yet there she stood, cloaked in golden flames that burned bright. The air itself warped around her from the sheer searing heat, yet her skin was unburnt. Even from twenty paces away, Calex could feel the heat of the flames, it was as if he was in an oven.

He didnt understand.

He had never seen flames of gold before. And the poison Was the poison insufficient? Did her dire constitution weaken the poisons effects? Or was it perhaps a hybrid mutation?

Calex shook his head and called out to his opponent, Are you Are you an elemental mage? Is this some kind of elemental fire magic? Or is this even elemental magic?

Belle glared at him and growled, a deep guttural sound.

Right Shes quite angry with me understandable Calex swallowed, his throat felt dry in the back of his mouth.

Calex shrugged and threw his arms up into the air, I must admit, I have spent most of my days studying the art of magic, though I cannot recall learning anything regarding this strange magic of yours. Quite fascinating really

As he spoke his mind raced through possible ways to deal with the dire vampiress. Perhaps several more cuts, deeper cuts, with Nightshade would put an end to her. But the golden fire was a severe problem. It was impossible to get close.

Blacks shadow tendrils, Greens vine entanglement, Purples mind chains most of his advanced spells would simply burn before they reached the vampiress.

Flame and bright spells also seemed futile on a being who did not burn. Which left him with only a few options. Besides Nightshade, storm magic was his greatest weapon. But it would take time to create a lightning bolt powerful enough to pierce her aegis. He needed to make some distance, he needed a distraction

Are those golden flames some sort of archaic orange spell? Calex asked as he slowly channeled green mana in the sands around him. Chromatic flames are usually orange, but House Noir has proven that they can be blue as well. Is that what this is? A secret spell?

Stop talking, Belle said through clenched teeth.

Calex sighed, As you wish! He abruptly slammed his foot on the ground.

A 2-meter tall jagged rock exploded from the sand and hurled straight at Belle. She did not yell in surprise, nor try to evade. Her hands shot out and gripped the rock with newly-formed claws, stopping the gigantic boulder in its tracks.

Calex stared in disbelief, H-how did y?This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

I said stop TALKING! Belle screamed and flung the boulder at him.

Shit! Calex channeled orange mana into his muscles and jumped to the side.

The boulder flew past him and slammed into the arenas wall, cracking the reinforced wall and shaking the seats in the stands directly above. The crowd yelled, some in anger, most in fear.

Calex stared in numb shock at the giant crater left in the wall, then slowly turned towards the one who had so easily tossed the boulder.

Belle growled and bared her teeth. Her lower canines had grown as sharp and large as her fangs.

Calex laughed shakily and smiled wryly, And here I thought I could take it easy.

Belle looked down on him with disgust, Have you been going easy on me, little drow? Good. I was beginning to think this fight would be as disappointing as your pathetic excuse for teammates.

Calex narrowed his eyes, Dont speak about them like that.

Or what?

Golden flames condensed over her sword until they formed a faint outline of a wolfs head.

Calex could feel the sweat evaporating off his skin and the air drying around him. He could hardly breathe from the sheer heat. He leaned on his knees to steady himself and looked straight into Belles eyes, I cant aim on one foot.

He pulled his arm back and hurled the Javelin Bolt. The blue pillar of energy screeched through the steam in a whirlwind of electricity. Belles wrist snapped up, her molten sword rose in a flash and met the azure bolt in an explosion of mana. The crowds gasped with shock as the cloud of steam blew back from the blue and gold shockwave.

As the steam and smoke settled, the crowds spotted Belle standing amidst the wreckage, unharmed, golden flames burning bright.

A stone wall, four meters high and almost twice as thick stood between Belle and Calex. Belles flames had burned a molten hole so deep into the stone wall it had almost perforated the other end. Calex lay on the ground, unconscious and covered in soot, but he was otherwise unharmed.

Ophelia stood over him, a mixture of worry and anger washing over her face. She crouched down and gently picked up her son in her arms.

You intervened! Belle called out angrily. The match isnt over yet!

This match is over, Ophelia spoke in a cold, commanding tone.

You hypocrite! Belle screamed. You tried to have Freya killed even after she had surrendered, but now you step in to save your son when neither side has surrendered!

If you dont like it, you can try and stop me, Ophelia narrowed her blue eyes, But I will not hold back.

You think Im scared of you? Belle growled as her flames grew larger.

No, I think youre just a battle-crazed imbecile, she said evenly.

Belle snarled, Well see.

Stop already, Sylvie! Youve won, let it end! Ismene shouted and stepped out from the arenas western gate.

I win when that little Thorn bastard is dead! Belle roared.

If you kill him war will break out between our cities! Ismene shouted.

I dont care!

Ismene stared at Belle and sighed dispassionately, ...So be it. She raised her hands high and summoned forth a tornado of water over the arena.

Before Belle had a chance to evade, the tornado slammed down on her. Yet the golden flames burned bright through the water. Steam erupted all around, but the tornado simply grew and its gyration quickened as Ismene poured more blue mana into her spell. The golden flames burned brighter for a few seconds more, then slowly they started to grow dimmer and dimmer until the golden light disappeared altogether.

Ismene lowered her arms and released the torrent spell. The tornado collapsed and the water flowed out over the sand. Belle stood amidst a small crater of water, hands on her knees. Her clothes were soaked and her breathing was hard. The molten sword had turned a cool mottled grey. Steam evaporated off her body, but there were no flames. The claws on her fingers were gone and her fangs had returned to normal.

Its done, Sylvie, let it go, Ismene said calmly.

Belle glared at the arch mage. She slowly exhaled through her nose and tossed her sword aside.

Ismene smiled, relieved, Well done, Sylv

Belle turned her back to the old woman and walked away with an angry gait.

Ismene sighed under her breath, Im too old for this.