Chapter 5: Blood Ritual

Akzelith, the town of records. Keepers of Ancient Magic, Watchers of all. Could even them be exempt from the catastrophe of magic? The ritual is discovered. What will their price be?

I could distinguish a few of these destroyed buildings, they weren’t as advanced as the structure at Folocis nor could it compare to Symphonica, but that town was way too advanced. I recognized were the rune slots in these houses, rune slots are protective letters against magic.

“These are pretty rare, but not even rune slots would be enough for the damage caused by the war zone. Although it comes to no surprise that these residents would have knowledge on such rare magic.”, I said.

“Aren’t rune slots considered Ancient Magic in your world? Should they not be banned?”, replied Charlestine.

“Akzelith is an exception to the law, it was considered a hermit town with their own set of rules and practices. Usually, visitors are forbidden from entering as they cannot be saved with the Magical Rights laws.”

We had then arrived at a fork, but only the right side was passable and good thing for that. Akzeliths reputed “Record Tower” Is found on the right where all history of magic is kept. Only its scholars and leaders of the ZECT organization are allowed to enter the building. And as it turns out, the building remains unscathed, mainly cause of the rune slots.

“Why are the rune slots here more effective than that of the previous buildings?”, Charlestine asked.

“These were made by none other than the 1^st tribe leader of Akzelith, it was a mix of powerful ancient magic that is preserved and maintained through this day, or at least till before the war happened.”

I was about to add to the information till I was blown back by a back blow cause by Charlestine.

“You fool, another step would have killed you!”

And as I looked, a huge ritual circle was on the ground,

“A ritual is ongoing?!”

It was a grotesque sight, although Charlestine seemed unfazed. Six to seven men surrounded a tree, bloodied it seemed for what hanged on the trees branches were twenty dead people. I could not look any longer but I just had to, the blood was gushing down to a corpse like figure. Charlestine gave out a laugh like she did on the night we met, a laugh of mockery and ridicule.

“Resurrection? I am surprised humans would know of such. But all they are doing is creating another life far from what they will ever imagine.”

Charlestine seemed familiar with what was going on. I was weak at knees, as if I could hear the anguish of the dead. I could even see one of the twenty, he was still alive but could no longer cry out due to blood loss. His hand was twitching, his face was morbid. I could no longer stand by,

“Cretins”, I screamed,

“Magic used to improve human life, yet you are using it to kill and for what? The irony of creating another? How sick minded!”

The Ritualist were in panic, they could not stop the ritual to defend themselves.

Charlestine knew my intentions, she beheaded three of the seven men, two of which I locked with my Magical Chains, and the rest got away. Before I could give retribution to the ones I caught, one of them screamed.

“Who are you to judge me? We served our role as watchers, yet it is you people who broke away. Now, magic is rampant, uncontrollable and disastrous! My wife, my children, all gone in a second by the very magic that protected our home. No one deserved to live like this, as watchers it is also our duty to ensure that if Magic ever ceases to follow its role, then we will sway the hand to end it all.”

He had a sad look, lifeless yet he had the energy to laugh.

“The ritual is completed, IT shall be the one to carry our role of ending it all. Humans will… suffer for… misusing… ma-gi…”

His life had ended before he could finish, but the other had just begun.

“Joseph, take up your stance, this being is no less different from mine.”

Charlestine wore a serious face, what is that we will face?!

 

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