Lance of the Titan
Chapter one
Prologue
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"My lord, another barrier has been torn asunder!"
The minion ran towards his master before he was stopped and dismissed by the irritated voice of the Titan:
"Send some automatons to reinforce the other barriers in that direction then! Stop bother me, I'm busy!"
The minion quickly bowed and ran off, unwilling to anger his master.
The muscled man stood at the top of Ayers Rock in the middle of Australia, carving rune as quickly as he could since he was running out of time.
"This is an amusing sight. The mighty Titan, who brought chaos and conflict to the world, has been reduced to this state. Is this the result of your so-called Titanomachy?"
The man snarled at the sight of the ancient magician.
"Zelretch? Have you come to mock me? To jeer at the one who brought the world to its knees?"
"The world? Kneeling?"
Zelretch gazed over the wastelands that surrounded the mountain. Armies were fighting against the minions of the titan, and the defending barriers fell one by one by the spells of the united world.
"...If you'd call this kneeling then I'd shudder at what you'd call standing."
"Aye, they united. Centuries of conflicts, all of them forgotten by the acts of one such as me."
"To be fair, you have commited numerous atrocities. It's no wonder why everyone hates you."
The man continued with carving runes, but his teeths were clenched, due to the fury he felt.
The magician then changed the topic.
"So you've made up your mind?"
"...Yes. I'm almost done with the preparation."
"It is a daring move, I'll give you that. But it appears that your wards are too weak to be able to buy you enough time to finish your little project..."
"I don't care. I've come too far and I'll not give them the satisfaction of torturing and executing me!"
"Well, at least I've warned you. It's a folly, an incredibly foolish act, but you make the decision in the end."
"At least I'm not using your cursed Second Magic!"
Zelretch smirked at that comment.
"The chance of possible risks would be reduced if you'd accept my offer and use my powers to reinforce your ritual."
The man spat some blood on a few of the runes, which lit up in a omnious light.
"True, the power of the Second Magic would make it more stable. But using it on the ritual would grant you much more influence on me and the world. That's a risk that I will never take!"
The ancient magician then stopped smiling. It appeared that the courtesies were over.
"...As you wish. But let me warn you. I'll be there as well, and that me won't be as good-willed as this me."
The man scoffed at the threat, while he gestured for his two vassals to get close to him, to prepare for the jump.
"Tell that you then that he's welcome to try to challenge me, if he have the guts for that."
"You are overestimating yourself. But go, run as the coward you truly are! But don't worry, you will be welcomed, by swords, fire and blood!"
"I've heard enough of your empty threats, old man. The ritual is complete so this is goodbye for now!"
The man released the magic spell and the mountain lit up as all the runes started to glow.
And when the united army finally tore down the last barrier, the trio disappeared in a vortex that torn time and space asunder, leaving Zelretch alone on the mountaintop.
"Such a foolish and arrogant child. To think that I had expected more of him..."
Then he noticed that the sky lit up as countless magical missiles flew through the air and raced down towards him and the mountain.
"...Let's see how long the lot of you can last against me..."
And then he unsheathed a dagger from beneath his robe.
"Now then, let's have some fun!"
And then the magical power of the united world clashed against the strongest magician, in the wake of the escape of the Titan...
Chapter one
Prologue
------
"My lord, another barrier has been torn asunder!"
The minion ran towards his master before he was stopped and dismissed by the irritated voice of the Titan:
"Send some automatons to reinforce the other barriers in that direction then! Stop bother me, I'm busy!"
The minion quickly bowed and ran off, unwilling to anger his master.
The muscled man stood at the top of Ayers Rock in the middle of Australia, carving rune as quickly as he could since he was running out of time.
"This is an amusing sight. The mighty Titan, who brought chaos and conflict to the world, has been reduced to this state. Is this the result of your so-called Titanomachy?"
The man snarled at the sight of the ancient magician.
"Zelretch? Have you come to mock me? To jeer at the one who brought the world to its knees?"
"The world? Kneeling?"
Zelretch gazed over the wastelands that surrounded the mountain. Armies were fighting against the minions of the titan, and the defending barriers fell one by one by the spells of the united world.
"...If you'd call this kneeling then I'd shudder at what you'd call standing."
"Aye, they united. Centuries of conflicts, all of them forgotten by the acts of one such as me."
"To be fair, you have commited numerous atrocities. It's no wonder why everyone hates you."
The man continued with carving runes, but his teeths were clenched, due to the fury he felt.
The magician then changed the topic.
"So you've made up your mind?"
"...Yes. I'm almost done with the preparation."
"It is a daring move, I'll give you that. But it appears that your wards are too weak to be able to buy you enough time to finish your little project..."
"I don't care. I've come too far and I'll not give them the satisfaction of torturing and executing me!"
"Well, at least I've warned you. It's a folly, an incredibly foolish act, but you make the decision in the end."
"At least I'm not using your cursed Second Magic!"
Zelretch smirked at that comment.
"The chance of possible risks would be reduced if you'd accept my offer and use my powers to reinforce your ritual."
The man spat some blood on a few of the runes, which lit up in a omnious light.
"True, the power of the Second Magic would make it more stable. But using it on the ritual would grant you much more influence on me and the world. That's a risk that I will never take!"
The ancient magician then stopped smiling. It appeared that the courtesies were over.
"...As you wish. But let me warn you. I'll be there as well, and that me won't be as good-willed as this me."
The man scoffed at the threat, while he gestured for his two vassals to get close to him, to prepare for the jump.
"Tell that you then that he's welcome to try to challenge me, if he have the guts for that."
"You are overestimating yourself. But go, run as the coward you truly are! But don't worry, you will be welcomed, by swords, fire and blood!"
"I've heard enough of your empty threats, old man. The ritual is complete so this is goodbye for now!"
The man released the magic spell and the mountain lit up as all the runes started to glow.
And when the united army finally tore down the last barrier, the trio disappeared in a vortex that torn time and space asunder, leaving Zelretch alone on the mountaintop.
"Such a foolish and arrogant child. To think that I had expected more of him..."
Then he noticed that the sky lit up as countless magical missiles flew through the air and raced down towards him and the mountain.
"...Let's see how long the lot of you can last against me..."
And then he unsheathed a dagger from beneath his robe.
"Now then, let's have some fun!"
And then the magical power of the united world clashed against the strongest magician, in the wake of the escape of the Titan...