Slayer 120_The Warrior's Broken Mate

CHAPTER 120 

 The cage was cold and unyielding, the iron bars digging into my wrists as I tested them, searching for some weakness, some chance of escape. Elias crouched beside me, his eyes. scanning every corner of the dimly lit chamber. The air smelled of smoke and old stone, and could feel the Sorcerer’s power radiating from somewhere deeper within the castle–a suffocating weight that made my stomach twist.

 “How many damn castles are in this world?” Elias asked.

 “Too many. Too many people wanting control.” I said.

 “Well we can’t wait.” Elias whispered. “He’ll only tighten his traps.”

 I nodded, trying to steady my racing heartbeat. Our hands hovered near our magic, waiting, testing. I closed my eyes and focused on the energy humming beneath my skin. The light that had begun to flow from my ws during training surged, almost of its own ord, and I felt it pulse like a heartbeat, responding to my desperation. But what I didn’t expect was the light to turn orange as the dragonfire mixed with the new magic that I had picked up.

 Elias touched the bars beside me, muttering something under his breath. Sparks danced along his fingertips, colliding with the iron. I mirrored him, sending out strands of my light and dragonfire, weaving them together with his fire and energy. The cage groaned as if resisting us, but slowly, impossibly, the bars bent, twisted, and finally gave way. The sound of metal snapping echoed through the chamber like a p of thunder.

 We didn’t pause to celebrate. The hallways ahead were dark, twisting, and silent, and every shadow seemed to move with a life of its own. I led, ws glowing faintly, light spilling like liquid across the floor. Every step felt like walking into the beating heart of the Sorcerer’s world.

 Then we saw him.

 He stood at the end of a vast chamber, draped in robes darker than night itself. Shadows clung to him, writhing, stretching, coiling around his boots and curling along the floor like ck snakes. The Sorcerer’s face was calm, almost smug–but I knew better. His eyes flicked briefly to my ws, and I could feel the recognition, the calction behind it.

 “Ah.” He said, his voice smooth and cold. “So you’ve freed yourselves. How… persistent.”

 The shadows shifted behind him, forming monstrous shapes, hunched and jagged, faces half–formed and writhing, reaching for us. I hissed, feeling Elias tighten his grip on his weapon. This was the moment he had been waiting for, the moment to test us–but the shadows were faster than anything we’d faced.

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 I didn’t hesitate. My ws red, light bursting outward in sharp, concentrated arcs. When they struck the shadows, they shrieked and melted into mist. The darkness recoiled from the brilliance, and for the first time, I felt a surge of hope.

 “Lyra!” Elias shouted, knocking one of the shadow beasts aside with a st of fire. “Keep going! They can’t stand it!”

 I lunged, light cutting through the darkness, each strike precise. The shadows screamed, mming into the walls, dissolving into nothingness wherever my ws touched. Elias was relentless at my side,bining fire, energy, and sword strikes, driving them back.

 The chamber trembled, stones cracking beneath the force of the battle. One shadow lunged at me from above, a jagged mass of darkness with a mouth that seemed to stretch impossibly wide. I leapt, shing my ws downward, and light tore through it, burning it away like paper. The acrid scent of smoke and shadow filled my nose, but I didn’t falter.

 Elias shouted beside me, “Behind you!” A wave of shadows surged from the Sorcerer, twisting into a single, enormous beast. My ws zed, but even I had to duck and weave to avoid its snapping limbs. The light burned, but it wasn’t enough to destroy it outright. I realized then that I had to be precise, clever, strategic. Random strikes wouldn’t win this battle. <fn123c> For original chapters go to fin?novel</fn123c>

 I focused, feeling the energy flow like water through me, and struck at the joints, the seams where the shadows weren’t solid. Each touch of light caused it to scream and dissolve in pieces, until the monstrosity staggered, fractured, and finally fell apart. Elias exhaled, a victorious grin on his face, but we didn’t pause.

 The Sorcerer’s eyes narrowed, and for a moment, he looked… irritated. But then, as thest of the shadows fell, he straightened, a small, cruel smile curling on his lips.

 “You think this-” he gestured to the melting forms of his creations, “-changes anything? I still control this ce. I am inevitable.”

 And then the air shifted.

 A presence descended,manding and absolute. The temperature dropped, and a glow, cold and fierce, cut through the darkness. I froze, my ws still sparking with residual light, and turned.

 The Ash Queen.

 She stepped into the chamber as if the shadows themselves bowed before her. Her armor shimmered with ashes that seemed alive, moving, shifting, flickering with every step. Her eyes met the Sorcerer’s, and I could see the hesitation there, the subtle recoil that we had never witnessed before.

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 “You…” he said, voice low, wary. “You shouldn’t be here…”

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 Elias nced at me, eyebrows raised. My ws still glowed, but now it wasn’t just my magic -it was her presence, her power amplifying everything, twisting the battle in our favor before it had even begun.

 The Sorcerer faltered, the shadows that had been his strength flickering at the edges, uncertain and wavering. His movements were no longer fluid or confident; each step was deliberate, cautious, as if he were measuring every possibility before acting. For the first time, he seemed achingly human, gripped by a fear that made his usual arrogance vanish, leaving only a man facing the unknown. Even his eyes, once sharp andmanding, darted nervously, betraying a vulnerability no one had ever seen before.

 The Ash Queen didn’t speak. She merely raised her hand, letting the light of her arrival pierce the darkness. The shadows writhed, shrinking back from her, hissing like a cornered beast. I could feel the energy in the room change, the very air thrumming with power that was older and deeper than anything we had touched before.

 I looked at Elias. He nodded, understanding that this was our moment. Together, we pushed forward, ourbined magic creating a wall of light and heat that shattered thest remaining shadows. The Sorcerer stumbled back, his smirk gone, reced by something fragile, something panicked.

 He raised his hands, trying to summon more darkness, but the energy recoiled, meeting the Ash Queen’s power and shattering harmlessly. I felt it–a weight lifting, a shift in the bnce that we hadn’t dared hope for until now.

 And then, just as I thought we had him, the Sorcerer’s lips curled into a dark, dangerous smile.

 “You think this is the end?” He whispered, his voice low and trembling with barely contained rage. The air in the chamber thickened, shadows twisting once more, coalescing into something far more sinister than beforerger, faster, sharper. This was no longer the familiar wave of beasts we had faced. This was a new kind of terror, alive with malice.

 Elias shouted a warning, but it was toote. The hidden shadows that we didn’t see before surged forward, and I realized with a sinking heart that the Sorcerer had one final, terrible trick up his sleeve. The Ash Queen’s glow red, but even her presence couldn’t stop the new horror from advancing toward us.

 I braced myself, ws zing, heart pounding. We had won battles, yes–but the war… the war might not be over. Not yet.

 And in that moment, as the shadows lunged and the Sorcerer’sugh echoed through the

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 chamber, I understood that the real fight–the one that would determine everything–was only

 beginning.

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