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Guys I'm really sorry for what just happened, I have been thinking for a while how to post this part, but it just have to be done. If you really look at this story in retrospect, it will be clear that Meera's death was inevitable.
I love Meera, she is an amazing character. A strong woman, A fighter and a great archer. Among the group, she is the only one that can go one on one with Jarrael in combat (trust me she can beat Khen in a fight). And she is the most dangerous among all of them, she is more deadly than her brother. But right from the beginning of the story, I know she had to die. I had tried to prolong her inevitable death as long as possible but it had to happen now close to the end of the story. I hate it that she had to die but I can't alter the story just to keep her from dying. The events here are just a small part in a much larger drama, you guys will understand it better at the end of the story.
Well it's good we mourn her passing, she deserves it.
Please o throw away your stones, I still like to keep on living.

"Apollux stopped typing and ran out of the Thread into hinding afraid of the stones some Nairalanders will throw at him for the latest updates."

“Oh you are such a sweet brother, always. But you already know I will. “ Looking at his brother’s face, she felt really sad and helpless at the pains and anguish there, knowing it was all for her. This is the first time after her slavery she had truly felt helpless. “Kez look at me and promise me. “
With the silent cry choking his voice, he replied. “I will do anything for you Mer. “
“Promise me you will go on living, you won’t allow my passing to ruin your life. You will be strong and keep going. “
Jarrael nodded his assent not trusting his voice to speak.
“Don’t forget to go after Tarikh, for all he stole from us. “
“I will. “ Jarrael said, his face hardening but tears dropping down his eyes in a continues flow.
“Funny though, seems the gods or fate or what ever rules the universe these days had ordained you to be a loner. Still I take seeing you again as a gift that I may not have deserved. “ A sudden spasm hit her as she coughed for a long time and her voice when she next spoke was in whispers. “Glad I had the time to seeing again and I’m happier spending my last moments in your hands. Still wished it may… “ her body stiffen suddenly.
Looking at her Jarrael saw she had stopped moving, her breathing chest stilled and her eyes closed. He screamed, wailed, his heart felt like it was been torn apart. His body trembled with pains, impotent rage, loss and gloom. Her dead body was still and instead of getting cold, it was feeling warmer. The warmth from the body increased till it became hot, getting too hot like a boiling liquid. Still Jarrael held her. As the heat increased, her fair skin started to darken and before his eyes, the body became as black as charcoal. As the heat intensified, the blacked body cracked, broke down into pieces and turned to ash on his hands.

“They won’t help. My healing draught is much more potent than yours. One should have been enough to heal me under normal circumstances but I took three, still the poison continues to spread. In fact it is the healing draught that had kept me alive till now. “
“Mer you can’t die, not now. I won’t let your. I promised Da and Ma to always look after you. “
“Oh that you have done perfectly, both as a child and a man. You never failed in that.” Coughing more and spewing out thicker blood, she continued. “But this time, it’s not within your power to do so. If Thrace was here, he might be able to help me, though I doubt it. As you can see at the moment he is barely keeping himself alive. “
“Alright just stay with me, I can go and face the priest while Thrace can come here to help you.”
“No” Meera said suddenly, holding his arm and pulling him closer . “You will just throw your life away for nothing, you won’t last beyond a moment against that priest. Besides it’s already too late for me. “
“Please stop saying that, you won’t die, not yet not now. “

“Please don’t speak such nonsense, you will get better since you have taken the healing draught. “ he took his time to look around her searching for an empty vial or bottle, to be sure she has taken the healing draught and not lying to him. He saw three broken and empty vials, so she had really taken the draught then but why is she not healing?
“I realized that the red flame from this priest poisons the body on contact and also that poison have a certain ability to negate healing magic, at least to a large extent. “ Meera’s voice was sounding a little above a whisper now as she continued to weaken. “When you were hit at first by the red flame, it only touched you partially and your magical chainmail prevented it from really going deeper . Even then it had poisoned your, how be it a little, still at that it had prevented the first healing ointment you took from totally healing you. You would have still died if I had not use a stronger one. But I took a full blast of it, so I don’t see myself surviving. “
“No, you won’t die, I still have some healing ointment, take mine, it will help. “ Jarrael spoke as tears dropped from his eyes.

After a while, her chest heaving and mouth whizzing with slow breath, she spoke. “I didn’t get it initially but now I think I do, recalling the story of your first encounter with that priest. “
Looking a little distance from where he was kneeling holding his sister, he watched as the Nemphis priest continued to attack Thrace with repeated blast of lightning but that didn’t bother him as much as his sister. “What was it about that encounter? “
“Recall that you were struck by a red colored flames by the priest. “ Meera said her voice becoming weaker. “Although you were only struck partially and was able to dodge most of the flames, still the healing ointment you took at first wasn’t able to totally heal you till you stumble into my place and I had to administer the more potent healing salve with me. “ Her body tremble and shivered as if she was freezing but her skin was way hot beyond normal.
“Try not to speak much, just try and rest for now till the healing draught you have taken has finished its work. “ Jarrael spoke slowly with concern.
“That is what I’m trying to tell you Kez, “ she said smiling with some effort her face showing the strain on her. “I don’t think I will make it through this one. “

With quick racing steps he moved to were his sister was fallen got there just in time to hear her coughing.
“Oh Mer, I saw that and it looked bad. “ Jarrael said with sorrow and pains ripping his heart as he held her gently in his hands, kneeling and placing her head on his thighs.
“Damn you had to have witnessed that. That was a sight I would have prevented you from seeing of it was in my power. “ she replied, her sentences been interrupted with repeated cough. “Guess I underestimated the power of that priest
“Do you still have healing draught with you? If not, I think I might still have about three remaining. “
“Yes Kez, I already swallowed most of it. But… “ her a prolonged fits of coughs prevented her from speaking more, as thick blood poured out from the sides of her lips.
“What is wrong? If you have drank the healing draught, you should be healing now. But you are still bleeding. “ Jarrael felt real fear for the first time in a long time.

Not wasting another moment, Jarrael moved, running at the Muk-Anolis, jumping when he was close to it and burying his scimitar into the chest of the lizardman, the blade going in till the hilt, slicing reptilian skin, flesh and internal organs. He rolled off the staggering body of the creature, dropping with a perfect landing. He raced on to pick up his other scimitar dropped before. As he picked up the blade he heard the heavy thud of the Muk-Anolis’ fall behind him.
He ran back quickly to the twitching reptilian body and buried his second scimitar on the other side of its chest. He stayed on the fallen creature, watching as dark blood poured out profusely from the inflected wounds and the body stopped moving and became still.
Jarrael was pulling out the blade from the Muk-Anolis when he heard a voice from a distance shout “No. “ he turned just in time to see the red flame from Khaufir hitting Meera with full blast. His scream also mimicked the one he heard.

The twin halves of the bladed poles handled by the reptilian hands hammered down on Jarrael as he did his best to parry and deflect them giving out attack slashes of his own all which were knocked aside. A thought flashed through Jarrael’s mind but couldn’t take form as the lizard man attacked suddenly then and his mind had to focus to defending himself against the attack. Just then a heavy hit knocked one of the scimitars off his left hand. Deflecting the follow up attacks with his single sword he rolled in a backward flip somersault. Which kept him a little distance from the reptilian attacker. The fallen sword was a perfect ruse the Muk-Anolis won’t suspect. His empty hand went into the small pouch by his side, wrapped his free hand around a small bottle containing healing ointment. He pulled it out and threw the bottle at the Muk-Anolis. He aimed close to the head of the creature counting on surprise to help him successful in this attempt.
The Muk-Anolis was fast, as it slashed at the bottle heading for its head. The bottle shattered as the sword hit it, but the liquid in the bottle continued forward been pushed by the force of Jarrael’s throw. The liquid poured into the open eyes of the Muk-Anolis and it staggered backwards a bit been temporarily blinded by the thick liquid of the healing ointment entering its eyes. Later the lizard man scream with a hiss of pain as not just only the liquid entered its eyes, some pieces of the shattered bottle were part of it too. So as the Muk-Anolis was forced to close its eyelids over the liquid touching its eyes, the pieces of broken bottles in the liquid pierced its delicate sights . As Jarrael watched, the eyes started to weep dark blood instead of tears.

Jarrael backed away a bit from the Muk-Anolis, feeling the hands holding his scimitars dragged as if weighed by stones. This is one of the longest and most difficult fight he had ever been involved in, taxing his mind and strength. To say he is tiring is a huge understatement. If not for the protection of the magical chainmail under his clothes, he would have been cut to pieces. His clothes have multiple slashes showing areas on his body that he had received cuts. The blades may not have penetrated his chainmail, still he feels pains and welts on his whole body.
It wasn’t all bad news though as the Muk-Anolis shows signs of Jarrael’s skills and proficiency as a fighter with several lines of cuts bleeding dark colored liquid marked its body. The silver colored chest plate armor has cracked up from constant cuts from Jarrael’s blade and the upper part of it has fallen off exposing the lighter color of the lizard man’s chest.
That is the only chance that Jarrael can see of winning this fight. That is easier said than done as the Muk-Anolis has shown no single sign of tiredness nor the multiple injuries inflicted on it weakening nor slowing his movement. They circled each other silently, both combatants looking at one another for new openings that had previously not been exploited. They came at each other with flurry of moves, hands blurring, as the weapons they held moved with the speed of moves, counter moves, parries and angry clashes of steel.

Damibiz:
E tire me oh,he jst the show himself

Hahahahaha well Jarrael and his group seem to have met their match. They've been having it too easy before now. I'm sure Thrace's pride would have suffered a crushing blow, just hoping it is only his pride that will die and not his life...
Oooooo this just gives me a nasty idea... Maybe I should allow.... Oh let me keep it a secret

“No! “ Thrace screamed and lashed out with a light blast that hit the priest but it hardly fazed Khaufir, as the depleted strength of the acolyte didn’t allow the blast to have enough power behind it.
“I haven’t forgotten about you boy, just needed to deal with a certain pest and then return to you. “ said Khaufir as he turned away from the squirming body of Meera on the floor, facing the totally exhausted Thrace. “Hope you are ready to die now? “ Without waiting for a reply he pointed all his ten fingers at the acolyte releasing bright lightning bolts which struck him.

The pains hitting the priest made him loose concentration of the spherical energy around him which disappeared along with the tentacles from it. But the ones already holding Thrace remained. Still a bit of relief was given to him and he took advantage of the respite to deepen his mediation concentrating and with a mental push generated an intense light,. With a suddenness the light blazed from him, bright and the black tentacles holding him disintegrated. Thrace collapsed on the ground due to increased exhaustion. As he looked up at the priest he was horrified at what he saw and all that can come out of his mouth was “No. “
“You insignificant gnat, you dare attack me? “ The Nemphis priest screamed as he turned to face Meera. His boiling and melting flesh had started to heal and mend as the power in his body negated the effect of the acidic liquid on him. Meera did her best to swallow her fear as she noticed that her attack had failed.
Before she could moved, the priests lifted his hand towards her, red fire blazed from his open palm and struck her knocking her off her feet.

The vial contains a very potent acidic liquid. She had prepared the acidic liquid from a combination of two materials, one from the acidic gel from the salt sea green mollusk, an acidic and poisonous liquid. The other material is from the metallic red rocks of the shallow Valley North of Gondola. With the combination of these two materials, Meera had produced one of the strongest corrosive liquid on Ghemmaria. This she intends to use on the priest. A smile curled up her lips knowing what effect and damage it can do to the priest’s body. On her personal test of the liquid, she had seen the liquid eat through wood, stone and iron with equal ease.
She pulled hard on the string of her bow, lifted the head of the arrow a bit higher, compensating for the weight of the vial tied to the head of the arrow. She shot the arrow directed it at the priest. She had only one fear, hoping strongly that the spherical energy around her target is not a magical shield. The arrow went in through the sphere struck the priest at his back, the vial exploded spraying the liquid all over the priest. A sound like the tortured hiss of a serpent, undulating and chilling in its noise came from the priest as the liquid spread all over his body. The liquid started to melt the newly created flesh, poisoning it and corroding the body.

No, Thrace wailed within him, that lady doesn’t understand the kind of danger the priest is. She will only endanger herself if she dare attack the priest.
Meera could see the fear and concerns on Thrace’s face, trying hard to signal her to get away. She smiled within herself because she knows the acolyte is not aware of a trick she have to deal with the priest. She had looked up after Gamba’s breathing became steady and the healing draught taking effect to see how other of her companions were doing. Her brother seem to be holding his own, barely against the Muk-Anolis he is facing but when she turned to the acolyte, she noticed that Thrace wasn’t doing so well against the priest. Fear gripped her as she saw the black energy tentacles grabbing Thrace and holding him almost immobile. The acolyte seem not to be able to shake off what was holding him, so she had gripped her bow and an arrow raced towards them.
Gladly the priest’s back was turned to her, he was concentrating on killing Thrace. She intend to take advantage of that oversight and deal the priest a deadly blow. This time she wasn’t using just the arrow only, at the head of the arrow she had tied a tiny vial at it so that when the arrow strikes the priest, the vial will broke on contact and splashing its content on the priest.

Thrace magical shield held out against the tentacles keeping them from touching him. But as more tentacles joined the others, the shield caved in under the pressure and it collapsed. Then the tentacles circled his body, grabbing his hands, torso and legs, constricting and squeezing him. The energy tentacles felt as cold as ice the moment it touched his body. The pressure held down his chest, breathing was becoming more difficult and his body was getting numb from the cold.
He searched through his mind for a counter spell for the black energy tentacles. He remembered a particular part of a spell in the pages of that forbidden spell book. As he prepared to pronounced the words, a single tendril of the black energy shot out of the black sphere circling his neck and mouth effectively cutting off his speech. Khaufir may have anticipated his move and taken the step to seal his mouth. That is one disadvantage of the forbidden spell, they are based on spoken words, it takes speech to unlock their powers. He tried raising up his magical shield mentally but each time the shield is built, it collapses when it comes in contact with the black tentacles. He felt nauseous and giddy as the pressure of the circular tentacles holding him continued to increase. He felt pains on all his joints and would have screamed if his mouth hadn’t been covered. Just then he saw a hazy image some steps behind Khaufir. His eyes find it difficult to focus due to the pains hitting him from every part of his body. But his sight cleared enough for him to notice that what he is seeing is Meera, Jarrael’s sister standing behind the priest with a bow and arrow on her hands turned towards the back of the priest.

Khaufir slowly walked out of the boiling circle of melted stones. “ I have toyed with you enough, it’s time to face the true power of Nemphis. “ As he walked, black circles creating energy covered his hands and an umbra of dark colored sphere surrounded him crackling and giving off black lightning and tendrils of dark lights. The air around him felt charged with energy but felt as cold as ice. “Count yourself privileged to be killed by the true power of a real deity. “
Thrace started building up his magical shield around himself, but his latest outburst has really taken a lot out of him so the shield wouldn’t have the usual strength it should. But at this stage, he was willing to try anything just to keep himself alive.
Khaufir walked and got close to him then raised his hand. The umbra surrounding the priest have become a black sphere with tiny bits of light sparkling within. “Watch and learn boy. “ as he spoke, several black energy tentacles shot out from the dark sphere around the priest and circled round the acolyte.

pnet22:
Thrace has done more than i expected and now is the time for Thrace to think outside the box so as to cast a separation spill for the tattoo . Good Job bro ride on

With what Khaufir can do, waking up from seemingly been killed, don't you think Thrace is way above his head? Khaufir has shown he can't be killed.

XclusiveDee:
Nice update boss..but i think that should be khaufir right?

Yes you are right, just modified that. Sorry, a mistake caused by fatigue of late night typing. Hope u still enjoy the updates though

meneski:
... My guy na God go bless you. I knw the stress u pass tru jus to type a story. So in no easy oh. Any way dis your world na Baba oh. I get one world way i de work on, but guy the writer block way fall on me still de weigh me down. Ride on i de ur back.

Yes that is normal but the best part of creating a world is that you are omnipotent as far as the world you create is concern, so you can put in anything there, all you need is imagination. Don't hold your mind back, allow it to flow. Take sometime to sit down, think about the world you are creating, come up with uncommon ideas then get a note book and write the ideas down. Well that is what i did for Marvel Chronicles world and Ghemmaria too. A lot of times ideas just pop into your head which you might forget if you don't write them down.

More updates later in the day.
So what do you guys think of the fight so far? Do you guys think Thrace have a chance of winning this one?

Soon fatigue, both mental, magical and physical set in on the acolyte and the barrage of raw magical power stopped. Thrace felt his body sagged under the weight of exhaustion because he had not just cast a spell, but poured out the raw magical energy within him, that had put real strain on everything about him. He lifted up his head slowly to view his handiwork and was surprised. He recalled dimly that when he had lashed out, he had concentrated the strike on the single area the priest was, to make sure the energy doesn’t spread and harm others around. So the area all around the priest, both the wall and floor were glowing with the heat from melted stones which had turned to semi liquid magma giving off intense heat. In the middle of this stood the priest, all his flesh were charred to charcoal with pinpricks glowing holes in several parts.
In amazement, Thrace watched as the charred body of the priest began to crackle and break off but underneath the broken burnt area, new flesh began to replace them. The burnt flesh fell off the priest and new flesh began to spread round his body. As the renewed flesh covered the priest, hieroglyphs and arcane words of power began to cover the newly created skin in forms of tattoos, the words were written in black substance till it got to his face and the familiar heavy tattoos covered his face one more. The priest robes that had totally been burnt off by the energy blast started to form around the tattooed uncovered body of the priest.
“Is that all you have to show me young mage? “ Khaufir's voice was low, mocking and teasing.
No, Thrace mind scream, this is impossible. There is no way Khaufir could have survived that strike. He was sure that when the blast had struck the priest, it would have consumed him totally before he would have even been aware, so how has his consciousness survived long enough to keep the body together and heal. That kind of accelerated body regeneration is not possible not unless the priest of Nemphis have found a way to overcome death. Thrace realized just then that this is way beyond him.

The swords have struck Khaufir with strikes that should be enough to completely decimate more than a score people, still the priest was standing on his feet. Every part of his body has flesh slashed bits, dark colored blood pouring out none stop and bones around his ribs totally exposed as the flesh that had covered them were sliced away. In amazement, as Thrace watched, he saw the blood stopped flowing. Flesh that had hanged as tatters over bones starts to knit, healing and slowly covering the bones. The three deep cuts over the priest’s head closed up as the flesh started to heal. The exposed rib cages with sliced flesh started to have the exposed areas cover them as the flesh that fell off began to grow back over the bones. Soon all the wounds on Khaufir's body had either healed or completely covered.
“No! “ Thrace screamed out of fear, rage and frustration. In a single act he released a barrage of raw magical energy, focused on the standing priest. The energy blasts was brilliant full blazed of amber light. It hit the priest fully knocking him several steps back. The blast of concentrated energy continued pouring on the priest unabated. The heat generated by the blaze of energy was so much that the walls behind the priest started to crackle and break under the intense heat while the stones on ground around Khaufir glowed red, then orange and white with heat them started to melt and became a cauldron of boiling magma.

As the fog disappeared from around the priest, the three swords flew at Khaufir and with blinding speed started to strike him. The blades moved around him like a whirling storm slashing at his face, arms, torso and head. Within moments deep cuts were all over the priest’s body. Flesh been cut to bits hung lightly to exposed bones, his head has received three deep slashes that have carved his head in, with torn flesh and skill exposed. The chest and stomach were ribbons of mangled flesh. The priest robe lay in tatters around him. Still the swords did not stop their butchery as Mibazar continued to stagger with each impact of the blades with his flesh.
Thrace had realized earlier before using this spell that Khaufir has some level of protection over his body that will guard him against conventional weapons injuring him in a fight, that was why he had imbued the three blades with raw magical energy to enable them break the protection the priest has over his body and strike directly at his flesh. Thrace just noticed now that something was wrong.

Thrace is hoping on the surprise the green colored fog he is casting at the priest will give him an opening he can use before the priest will realize that what the acolyte just sent across his way is a fake green mist. He heard an unrecognizable word of command from the priest and immediately the green fog vanished but by then the acolyte was ready.
Thrace had dug his hand into the purse at his side and pulled out a small knife with arcane word scribed on it. He brought the knife close to his mouth and muttered words into it, while Khaufir was still within the green fog. He threw the knife up which then hung on the air before his face. The knife is already linked to his mind and mentally he issued it a command, the knife responded by increasing in length. The knife elongated till it got to the length and size of an average sword. As that was completed, the sword split into three identical swords all hanging in the air. With another mental nudge, he caused a change on the three swords. The swords stared to glow and became amber colored like when iron burn in a furnace. Raw glowing magical energy covered the three blades as they hung in the air waiting. This was the main attack Thrace wanted to distract the Nemphis priest from seeing hence the use of the fake green mist.

Concentrating a little, he altered the words for the spell a bit, allowing the vacuum to increase in size and directed it to suck the fire instead of the air around it. As the vacuum increased, it now appeared like a whirling cloud with a gray void at its center. As the vacuum turning increased, it started to draw the red flame into the gray area at the center in a long line. Soon the whole fire was sucked into the gray void and the vacuum disappeared.
“Whew what’s with you and fire, priest? Can’t you be more original?" Thrace sighed loudly with relief. “Well don’t worry I’ve got a few tricks of my own to show you. “ Arcane words poured out from the acolyte’s mouth as he waved his right hand. A green colored fog suddenly appeared around the priest totally engulfing him.
“What game is this mage whelp? “ the priest said with sudden surprise as if in apprehension. Thrace could have laughed if not that the situation is dire. He had mimicked casting the green mist. The green mist is a rumor and legend among most users of magic, Thrace bet, even among the priests of Nemphis too. Though no one can attest to its validation or if the green mist even existed, because none have seen it or been able to cast a spell of it. The story about the green mist is that it is such a powerful spell, that the mist can penetrate any kind of magical shied or ward. No defense magical or otherwise can stop it. And a single touch from its emerald cloud can melt flesh, bones and organs into a liquid poodle.

Igyeseh:
How I wish Thrace would have cast a spell on Mibizar to change his mind and stop fighting against them, but rather join their gang.
Just like confessor will do.

Hahahahahaha i doubt that type of spell exists in the world of Ghemmaria. But if anyone can do anything remotely close to that, it should be the Gray sisters.

meneski:
As my babe jus wake me dis momo na Thrace i jam.

Ok, expect more updates later this morning. Will upload all the ones i typed last night. My MSword misbehaved yesterday, two pages that I typed refused to save as mich as I tried to. Had to retype again last night when I got back

meneski:
Abulor! So Thrace de form Zedicus? Is ok.

Hahahahaha it's like u are in the spirit and have seen my next updates...

Khaufir waved his hand in a circular motion, a red colored flame trailed the move. Later he added the second hand using both to direct the circuit of the red fire. When it had built enough force he directed it moving towards Thrace. The acolyte realized the danger immediately that the red flame isn’t just a natural fire recalling Jarrael’s tale about his first encounter with Khaufir. The read flame contains very poisonous dark spell that a single touch is enough to poison the victim and within a short time infect and slowly burn the person to ash. The best defense for it is to prevent a single touch. He raised a shield over himself that covered him which kept the flames burning around him but couldn’t perpetrate the shield. Teachings from his elementary alchemy that fire is fed by a tiny component the air is made of. If there is no air, fire goes out.
In very fast spell casting, Thrace conjured a vacuum to appear before the red flames as it blazed around his magical shield unabated. With loud whizzing sound the vacuum started to suck in the air around the fire. After a while, without any noticeable decrease in the burning intensity of the fire, the acolyte realized that the red flame is not actually a natural fire but a magical one, so it is been kept ablaze not by the air but by magic. So sucking the air will have no noticeable effect. Just then an idea popped into his head, what if he can’t directly defeat the fire using the vacuum to suck the air, he can do something else.

As the Nemphis priest stood up from the wreckage Thrace threw him a concentrated air punch that knocked the priest backward, hitting another part of the wall that was not damaged. The acolyte sustained the pressure of the solid air, he held on to it as the wind pressed Khaufir pinned to the wall. Jagged lines of cracks began to appear behind the wall the priest was pinned to due to the intense pressure from the solid wind. The pressure was strong enough to have broken every bones from Khaufir’s body. But as Thrace noted, the priest body still appeared whole. In fact a look at the tattoos covered face of the priest showed no signs of pain just an impassionate look directed at the acolyte as he continued to press the priest to the wall.
Under the weight of pressure on him, Khaufir was able to mutter something and a small portion of the ground in which Thrace was standing warbled as a circular part of it was carved out and pull out under him. His legs were yanked out under him and he fell on the floor. His concentration on the solid wind spell broke and the priest slowly pulled himself off its hold.

Thrace took that opportunity to blast him with lightning bolts blazing white hot and knocking Mibazar off his feet and slamming him heavily against a wall around. The acolyte struck again with another barrage of lightning, striking the priest and the walls behind him where he lay fallen. The strong stones of the wall crumbled under the impact of the heavy strikes from the lightning, fell and buried the prone body of Mibazar.
Thrace wasn’t surprised though as the huge stones covering the body of the priest glowed bright red and exploded. His shield protecting him from the multiple burning pieces of stones flying around. He knew the stone collapsing on Mibazar won’t really do him any harm, he just wanted a little breathing space to send his own attack. Since the fight started, he had been on defensive.