Global Awakening: Monster Taming Necromancer

Chapter 87: Winked out

The voice of Kaidos's master was silent before he continued speaking; there was a surprise he tried to hide. "To think you can make split-second decisions, impressive. But what's this curious power of yours? Aren't you a Necromancer?"

Jael didn't answer, he couldn't. His gaze was fixed on Litha hanging mid-air, covered by red blood roots that bind her body. And his ears kept hearing Temur's groan.

"No answer? Well, it hardly matters. How are you going to defeat me with this shield now?" He said with amusement.

Jael couldn't find the answer, especially when all his power was drained and he had even used up his monsters' own. There is truly only one thing left. "Come out, war chief."

Darkness boiled in front of him, and the war chief goblin came out. It still hadn't fully recovered from its last fight, but it was standing. Jael brought out a sword from his ring and gave it to it. "Kill that Necromancer but don't touch Litha."

The goblin with only one hand turned then sped forward, its bulk speeding so fast it looked like it was going to collide with Litha, but at the last moment, it did a crouching roll and went up, swinging upward on the outside and into the portal.

Kaidos boss laughed as he took care of the goblin. It was fast, but that was what Jael was waiting for. The goblin was a sacrifice as he got the master's attention away from them briefly.

He huffed, ran towards Litha, and tried to cut the roots that surrounded her with a dagger. But instead, the roots tightened around her and a branch snapped out and slapped the dagger from his hand before it coiled around his hand. Discover more stories at m,v l'e-NovelBin.net

"Oh. A distraction, I like it, but the goblin isn't much of a distraction for me," the portal shuddered, and the master finally came out. A red robe with a red mask, only the glint of a fiery eyes shone through. He was dragging the goblin by its neck. "Next time, you should send something that will threaten me."

Jael glared. Frankly, that was the only thing he could do. His holy magic is depleted, the same as the power from his monsters. And his physical strength isn't anything to write home about either. So he glared and struggled with the roots that bind him.

The man chuckled and then dropped the body of the goblin; the connection from it to Jael had been cut by the worms that burrowed into its flesh. "You are getting more curious, Jael. To think you'll be able to take over my magic. I can't wait to cut you open and see what you are made of."

Jael stood struggling with the roots. The realization had hit him with full force; they were utterly screwed. He looked towards the place of the throne, but all he could see was darkness and a flash of fire. He could only hope that the Gold return quickly.

The only thing he could do now was keep it occupied. He took a deep breath and shoved his anger away. "I've never seen a Necromancer before but I must say, you are a disgrace to our profession! Our art!"

Jael was grimacing inside, what the fuck was he talking about? Profession? Art? Anything to keep him occupied but that?

As expected. It didn't work, all it did was put the man on guard. He chuckled. "I see. So you're waiting for help? Possibly from your friend out there?

You disappoint me, Jael," the red mask man shook his head. "I thought you'd be a worthy competition. I don't get to fight our kinds often....!!!"

The portal pillar shuddered, it ripped like a stormy sea. The man turned and he understood. "Bastards!" He began to run inside. "They have collapsed if from outside!"

All Jael could do was watch in surprise at the retreating figure, but then his brain kicked in, and he plunged himself at Litha; he clawed at the roots with his hand, but all he managed to do was make the one binding him hold on tighter.

Kaidos master jumped into the fading portal, then he gestured, and the roots dragged Litha in. Jael panicked and let go immediately but the root connection them pulled him along. He dug his feet into the ground as he watched Litha fade into the portal.

Suddenly the roots pulling him stopped, and he fell backward, his eyes on the portal that now looked like the last light of the day. The master's voice came out of it, filled with fury and glee. "If you value yourself Jael, you will give yourself up to me. Meet me at....."

The portal winked out.

Jael stared and stared at the space. His head was filled with nothing, only silence. He turned blindly towards a noise, it was Temur reaching out with hands outstretched towards where Litha was.

Jael tried to get to his feet, to go to Temur and help his friend. At least he should be able to save a friend, but his eyes rolled, and he was suddenly looking at the ceiling up above. Darkness followed.

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When Jael woke, it was to silence. The regular type of silence where everything was normal, and any minute now, he would yawn and rub his eyes while he tried to retain the last bit of his dream.

Then he would drag himself out and demand what Temur was cooking for them that morning and wait for Litha's scolding. But something bugged him, and then the memories slammed into him, and he jumped up.

His vision swarmed, and his weak legs gave under him; he held tightly to his bed and groaned as all the muscles in his body ached. "Wh...whre..." he cleared his dried throat as he looked around. "Where am I?"

The room was small with a single posh bed and chair, the wall looked like metal, and it was decorated with different art. It looks familiar and when the curtain suddenly flapped open, Jael knew why.

"So you are awake."