A few days passed in a haze of intense focus, the quiet hum of the guild's library becoming a familiar backdrop to their efforts. Levy worked tirelessly, sketching runes and testing theories, only to discard most of them when they failed to withstand Aelius's chaotic magic. The discarded parchments piled up around them, each one a testament to their struggle.
"This one's useless too," Levy muttered, crumpling another sheet and tossing it aside. Her frustration was palpable, though her determination hadn't wavered. "The enchantment can't sync with your magic. It's like trying to force a square peg into a round hole."
Aelius leaned casually against a nearby shelf, watching her with his usual calm detachment. "Three days of work, and we're left with scraps," he said dryly, though there was no malice in his tone. "Remind me, Levy, was this your idea of a challenge, or a lesson in futility?"
Levy shot him a glare, her cheeks flushed from exhaustion and irritation. "It's a challenge, thank you very much. And if you actually helped instead of standing there looking smug, maybe we'd be done by now."
Aelius's lips curled into a faint, amused smirk, his sickly green eyes glinting faintly in the dim light of the library. He folded his arms across his chest, his posture relaxed but his words carrying an edge of dry humor. "Ah, yes, because the last time I tried to help, you waved me off like an unruly child. 'Don't touch that,' 'You'll ruin the runes,' 'This requires finesse, not brute force.' Ring any bells, Levy?"
Levy froze mid-scribble, her quill hovering over the parchment. A flush of guilt crossed her face, quickly replaced by indignation as she whipped around to face him. "That's because you were ruining the runes!" she shot back, her voice a mix of frustration and defensiveness. "You can't just pour chaotic God Slayer magic into a delicate enchantment and hope for the best, Aelius! It requires-"
"-finesse, I know," he interrupted smoothly, pushing off the shelf to stand straighter. "But finesse doesn't seem to be getting us anywhere either, now does it?" He gestured at the growing mountain of crumpled parchments surrounding her workspace. "I'd argue we're no closer to solving this than we were when we started. Meanwhile, I've been standing here, watching you drive yourself into the ground because apparently, that is the most helpful thing I can do."
Levy opened her mouth to retort but closed it just as quickly, the weight of his words sinking in. She let out a heavy sigh, slumping slightly in her chair. "I didn't mean to shoo you away," she admitted, her voice softer now. "It's just… your magic is so unpredictable, and these runes are fragile. I thought I could handle it better on my own."
Aelius regarded her silently for a moment, his gaze losing some of its sharpness. "Fair enough," he said finally, his tone less biting. "But we're not going to get anywhere if you burn yourself out trying to shoulder the entire burden. Chaos is my specialty, Levy. Let me do what I do best."
Levy frowned, the exhaustion in her eyes warring with her innate drive to figure things out herself. "But if your magic destabilizes the runes, "
"Then we'll start over," Aelius interjected simply. "It's not like we haven't already been doing that for three days straight. The difference is, I can save you the trouble of wasting energy on ideas that won't hold up under my magic."
She hesitated, the logical part of her brain battling with her perfectionist instincts. Finally, she groaned and ran a hand through her hair, leaving her quill on the table. "Fine," she relented, though the word came out grudgingly. "But if you overload one more rune, you're sitting out for good. Deal?"
"Deal," Aelius said with a slight incline of his head. The corners of his mouth twitched as if he found her exasperation mildly entertaining, though he wisely kept any comments to himself.
Levy handed him a fresh sheet of parchment, carefully inscribed with her latest attempt. "Okay," she said, pointing to a particular sequence of runes. "Channel a controlled flow of your magic here, just a small amount, enough to test the stabilization properties. If it holds, then-"
"-then we move to the next stage. Got it," Aelius finished, stepping closer to the table. He rolled up his sleeves with deliberate precision, the faint green glow in his eyes intensifying as he prepared to channel his magic.
Levy watched nervously as he placed his hand over the parchment, the air around him growing colder and heavier. The sickly green energy began to pool around his palm, writhing like a living thing as it seeped into the runes. The parchment trembled slightly under the strain, the runes flickering weakly before stabilizing.
Levy's breath hitched. "It's holding," she whispered, her voice laced with awe and disbelief. She leaned forward, scrutinizing the parchment with wide eyes. "It's actually holding!"
Aelius raised an eyebrow, his expression remaining calm despite the faint trace of pride in his voice. "Did you expect anything less?"
"Honestly?" Levy glanced up at him, a tired but genuine smile breaking across her face. "Yes. Yes, I did."
Aelius chuckled softly, the sound low and almost foreign in its warmth. "Glad to exceed expectations for once," he said, stepping back to let her take over. "Now, let's see if your theories hold up under real pressure. I'll feed a bit more power into it, and you stabilize as we go."
The library's gentle hum continued as Levy immersed herself in refining her runes, the scratching of her quill rhythmic and steady. The faint light of determination flickered in her eyes as she worked, her brow furrowed in concentration. Across the table, Aelius carefully examined one of her discarded parchments, his sharp gaze catching a faint error in the intricacies of her script.
"This line is too rigid. Runes demand precision, but they also need to flow," he remarked, setting the parchment down with a quiet finality.
Levy glanced up, startled for a moment before her expression softened into a mix of gratitude and exasperation. "Noted, Professor Aelius," she teased lightly, rolling her eyes before quickly amending the mistake.
Satisfied, Aelius stepped back from the table, his tall frame casting a shadow over the scattered parchments. His gaze lingered on Levy for a moment longer, noting the slight tremble in her hands as the exhaustion of their marathon effort began to show. He considered speaking but let the moment pass, instead turning his attention to the open library doors.
The faint sound of familiar voices drifted in, muffled at first but steadily growing clearer: Natsu's unmistakable laughter, Happy's high-pitched cheer, Erza's calm and measured responses, Mira's melodic tone, and Lucy's chiming interjections. Aelius tilted his head slightly, curiosity flickering in his sharp green eyes.
"I'll be back shortly," he said, his voice low but steady as he took a step toward the door. A trace of amusement crept into his tone as he added dryly, "Try not to crumble under the pressure while I'm gone."
Levy, absorbed in her work, didn't look up immediately. Instead, she waved him off with a distracted hand. "Just don't cause any trouble, Aelius," she muttered, her tone a blend of teasing and genuine focus as her quill resumed its path across the parchment.
Aelius let out a faint huff, his cloak brushing softly against the floor as he turned and moved toward the doorway. The voices outside grew more distinct with each step, a stark contrast to the library's quiet focus. Before stepping fully into the corridor, he cast a glance back toward Levy. Her head was bent low, her determination palpable, the magic lamplight casting soft shadows across her focused expression.
With a subtle nod, he allowed himself a fleeting smile, an almost imperceptible moment of approval, before vanishing into the hall, his steps deliberate but unhurried as he followed the sounds of familiar camaraderie.
When he closed in on his mark his imposing figure cast a shadow over the group. The lively conversation came to an abrupt halt as they turned to look at him. Lucy's eyes widened slightly, her grip tightening on her Celestial Spirit keys. Natsu tilted his head, his expression curious, while Erza remained stoic but watchful. Mira offered her usual welcoming smile, though it faltered under Aelius's cold, penetrating gaze.
"Heartfilia," Aelius said evenly, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. He ignored the rest of the group entirely, his sickly green eyes fixed solely on her. "What Keys do you possess?"
Lucy blinked, momentarily thrown off by his directness. "Uh… w-why do you want to know?" she asked hesitantly, clutching her keyring protectively.
Aelius's expression didn't waver. "Curiosity. Call it… research," he said, his tone devoid of warmth but not overtly threatening. "Tell me."
Lucy glanced nervously at her friends. Natsu's brow furrowed, and he took a small step forward, but Erza held up a hand, silently cautioning him to stay back for now. Mira's smile returned, though there was a sharpness to it as she chimed in.
"Aelius, maybe you should, "
"Stay quiet, Strauss," Aelius interrupted sharply, his tone carrying a cold finality that made Mira's smile falter. "I wasn't speaking to you."
The room tensed, Natsu's fists clenching slightly as Erza placed a firm hand on his shoulder. Lucy swallowed hard, deciding it was better to answer than escalate the tension. "I-I have several," she stammered. "Aquarius, Taurus, Cancer, Sagittarius, Virgo, "
Aelius held up a hand, stopping her mid-sentence. His expression shifted subtly, his sickly green eyes narrowing slightly as he focused on her. "Virgo," he repeated, his tone quieter but no less intense. "May I see her?"
Lucy hesitated, her fingers trembling slightly as she clutched Virgo's key. Aelius's sickly green eyes, glowing faintly, held an unsettling intensity, but his words lacked the detachment they usually carried. Instead, there was something softer, almost nostalgic, in his tone.
"Okay," Lucy finally said, her voice tinged with uncertainty. She raised the key, stepping back slightly. "Open, Gate of the Maiden! Virgo!"
Golden light enveloped the room as Virgo materialized, her chains rattling softly as she bowed low. "How may I serve you, Princess?" she asked with her usual formal tone. But when her gaze shifted to Aelius, her entire demeanor changed. Her posture straightened, and her expression softened with surprise and recognition.
"Master Mask," Virgo said, her voice almost reverent. "It's been so long."
"Virgo," Aelius greeted, his tone warmer than the group had ever heard. His eyes flickered softly, the green light dimming momentarily. "You haven't changed a bit."
Before anyone could process what was happening, Virgo crossed the space between them in an instant. Dropping her chains, she threw her arms around Aelius in an uncharacteristic display of emotion. "I thought you were gone," she murmured, her voice quiet but filled with genuine relief.
The room froze. Natsu's jaw dropped, Happy blinked in confusion, and Erza raised an eyebrow in surprise. Even Mira, who had been standing to the side, looked genuinely shocked.
"Uh… Virgo?" Lucy stammered, pointing at the scene unfolding before her. "What are you doing? Why are you hugging him?"
Aelius, for his part, stood stiffly for a moment, clearly not expecting the embrace. Then, almost awkwardly, he raised a hand and patted Virgo's back. "I didn't expect this kind of welcome," he admitted, his voice tinged with wry humor. "You were always formal, Virgo. It seems some things have changed. But you know my name, use it."
Virgo stepped back, her usual stoic demeanor returning, though there was a faint smile on her lips. "Forgive me, Master Aelius," she said, bowing again. "But seeing you again is… unexpected. I never thought I'd have the chance."
"Master Mask?" Lucy repeated, her confusion deepening. "Okay, what's going on here? Why does Virgo know you, and why does she call you Master?"
Aelius kept his gaze fixed on Virgo, his expression unreadable but noticeably softer than usual. "If she asks, you'll tell her, right?" he said, his tone quiet but with an edge of expectation.
Virgo nodded solemnly, her usual formality returning. "Of course, Master Aelius. I live to serve."
Lucy glanced between the two of them, her confusion intensifying. "Wait, what truth? What are you two talking about? Can someone just explain already?"
Aelius let out a low sigh, his eyes briefly closing as if he were collecting his thoughts. When he looked at Lucy again, his gaze was sharp but not unkind. "Fine," he said, his tone resigned. "I'll do it."
Lucy blinked in surprise, not expecting him to give in so easily. Aelius shifted his weight, crossing his arms as he leaned slightly against the wall. "Consider this payment, if you wish, for saving, and allowing me to see Virgo again," he continued, his voice softening just slightly.
The group exchanged uncertain glances, the room growing tense as they waited for him to continue.
"Before I start. Levy!"
Aelius's voice rang out, not quite a yell, but commanding enough to cut through the gentle hum of the guild hall and draw attention. Levy, seated amidst a fortress of books and scrolls in the library corner, looked up sharply, startled by the sudden summons.
The room seemed to pause, curious gazes flicking toward him as he stood near Lucy and the others, his sickly green eyes glowing faintly.
"I'm about to share something," he continued, his tone quieter now but still firm, "from my time in the Labyrinth."
Levy's eyes widened. Her hands froze mid-turn of a page, the mention of the labyrinth banishing any trace of weariness from her expression. She scrambled to her feet, scattering papers in her haste, and practically bolted toward him. Her eagerness bordered on manic, her fascination with rare and forbidden knowledge driving her forward.
"The Labyrinth of Reverie?" she repeated breathlessly as she reached him, clutching her notebook tightly. "You've never talked about that before! What are you going to share? Artifacts? Enchantments? Forgotten history?"
Aelius's lips twitched into a faint smirk under his mask as he watched her struggle to contain her excitement. "You'll see," he said cryptically, his tone teasing. "Just make sure you're listening carefully. I don't repeat myself."
His sharp tone had carried further than he'd intended, though, and now the subtle rustling of curiosity filled the guild hall. He noticed members shifting closer, pulling chairs, or leaning in from their spots, all eager to catch wind of his rare words.
Erza stood with her arms crossed, her piercing gaze locked on him with quiet interest. Natsu and Happy were sprawled lazily near Lucy, but their ears twitched in clear anticipation. Cana, sitting with her barrel of ale, arched a brow and tilted her cup slightly, watching him. Even the normally aloof Gajeel appeared to glance up from his brooding, his crimson eyes momentarily fixating on Aelius.
Aelius inhaled deeply, tamping down the mild irritation bubbling under the surface. The last thing he wanted was an audience. He wasn't some bard here to regale the guild with tales of heroism or daring. Yet, as he surveyed the room, the faint flicker of amusement in his green eyes betrayed him.
"Well," he muttered under his breath, "looks like I'm the entertainment for the day."
Lucy glanced at him curiously. "You're not used to this kind of attention, are you?"
Aelius cast her a sidelong glance, his expression somewhere between dry humor and resignation. "Not in the sense of playing storyteller," he admitted. His tone shifted slightly, the faintest trace of warmth seeping through. "But I suppose I can let it slide. Just this once."
He allowed a brief silence to settle before continuing, his voice cutting cleanly through the room. "If you're all going to listen, then pay attention. I don't tell idle tales, and I don't care for interruptions."
Aelius raised a hand slightly, his sickly green eyes narrowing with a hint of annoyance. "Let me get something clear before I start," he said, his voice calm but edged with a quiet authority. "If I went into full detail, we'd be here for days, maybe longer. The Labyrinth is not what you think it is. Forget the image of endless stone corridors or traps around every corner."
He let the weight of his words settle before continuing, "It's far more than that. There are people. Towns. Cities. A kingdom sprawled within its depths. It's a world unto itself, one you can't even begin to comprehend without stepping into it. And once you do, stepping out isn't so simple."
The guild members exchanged glances, the gravity of his tone casting a subtle chill through the room. Even Natsu, who usually couldn't sit still through much of anything, seemed riveted, his usual grin replaced with a rare moment of quiet curiosity.
Erza spoke first, her voice steady. "A kingdom inside the Labyrinth? How is that possible? Magic?"
"Magic plays a role," Aelius replied, inclining his head slightly toward her. "But it's more than that. It's... layered. Twisted. The laws of reality bend in ways even the most advanced mages would struggle to explain. One moment you're walking through endless fog, the next you're standing in the middle of a bustling market. And the people?"
He paused, his eyes narrowing as if recalling something unpleasant. "Most don't even realize they're trapped. To them, it's life as usual, normal, mundane. But the Labyrinth doesn't allow escape. It adapts. Changes. If it senses you trying to leave…" He trailed off, his expression darkening.
Levy's pen scratched furiously against her notebook, her hand trembling slightly as she absorbed his every word. "Adapts? Changes? You're saying it's alive?"
"In a sense," Aelius admitted, his voice lowering. "It has an awareness. It watches, it learns, and it punishes. Sometimes it's subtle. Other times…" He glanced briefly at his own gloved hands, his expression unreadable. "Well, let's just say the punishment isn't so subtle."
Lucy shivered despite herself, her voice barely above a whisper. "How did you even survive there?"
Aelius turned his gaze toward her, the faintest trace of something almost resembling a smirk tugging at his lips. "I didn't have a choice," he said simply. "And if I learned anything, it's that survival in the Labyrinth isn't about strength or magic alone. It's about knowing when to fight, and when to run."
The room was silent again, the weight of his words pressing down on everyone. Levy's hand froze mid-note, her wide eyes locked on Aelius. "A whole kingdom," she murmured, almost to herself. "And the people, do they ever realize they're trapped?"
Aelius let out a low, humorless chuckle. "Some do. Most don't. But even for those who figure it out, it doesn't change much. The Labyrinth doesn't let go of what it claims. Not without a fight."
The guild members stared at him, the image of the Labyrinth he painted sinking into their minds like a chilling fog. Aelius glanced around, taking in their expressions, and for a brief moment, he allowed himself to soften. "If you think this is just a story, you're wrong. It's real. And if you ever find yourself in its grasp…"
He hesitated, the smirk fading from his lips, replaced with a rare flicker of something almost like regret. "Pray it doesn't take too much of you before it lets you go."
The hall before Aelius was a testament to the wealth and grandeur of the kingdom. As he walked down the polished marble floors, the soft tap of his boots echoed through the vast space, each step resonating with authority. The hall stretched out before him, impossibly long and magnificent, as if it were designed not just to impress, but to overwhelm anyone who dared walk through it.
The walls were adorned with towering columns of polished stone, their surfaces intricately carved with depictions of the kingdom's long and storied history. Tapestries hung from the walls, vibrant and rich with color, their threads woven into the images of past rulers, battles won, and legendary feats accomplished by those who came before. The delicate flicker of torchlight from sconces along the walls caught the gilded frames of the tapestries, casting shifting shadows on the floor.
Above, the ceiling was a masterpiece of craftsmanship. A massive dome arched high overhead, painted with intricate designs of celestial beings, dragons, and other mythical creatures. The sunlight streaming through high, narrow windows cast beams of golden light down into the hall, illuminating the floor in soft pools of light.
At intervals, gilded statues stood like silent sentinels, their eyes seemingly following Aelius as he moved forward. The statues were of past monarchs and their champions, each frozen in time, their expressions solemn yet proud. The grandeur of the space could have easily been overwhelming to anyone not accustomed to such wealth, but Aelius walked with a calm certainty, as though he belonged in the very heart of this kingdom.
As he neared the end of the hall, two massive doors loomed before him, carved from dark mahogany and inlaid with gold and silver. Guards stood on either side, tall and imposing, their expressions unreadable as they silently acknowledged his approach. With a subtle nod, they stepped aside, allowing him passage. The doors creaked open slowly, revealing the throne room beyond.
Inside, the room was even more extravagant than the hall. The floor was made of smooth, polished stone, but inlaid with intricate mosaics depicting the kingdom's most legendary moments. At the far end of the room stood the throne, raised on a dais of white marble. The throne itself was made of gold, intricately designed with patterns of vines and leaves, and adorned with deep red cushions.
The king sat upon the throne, his regal presence filling the room. His robe of crimson and gold cascaded around him, and his crown, a delicate circlet of gold and jewels, rested upon his brow. His eyes, sharp and calculating, studied Aelius with an intensity that suggested he was not easily impressed, even by someone like him.
Aelius stopped just before the king, waiting for the royal command.
The grand hall buzzed with tension as the young Aelius stepped inside, his cloak swirling around his ankles. He was greeted by the sight of the king himself, seated atop his ornate throne, a furrow of worry etched deep into his brow. Aelius blinked, slightly taken aback by the formality of the setting, but he quickly schooled his features into an easy, almost boyish grin.
"Lord Aelius," the king intoned, his voice carrying through the chamber with a peculiar blend of respect and urgency. "I am in need of your expertise. It seems we face a threat that my soldiers cannot quell."
Aelius froze, one brow arching as he processed the greeting. His lips twitched, and a laugh escaped him before he could contain it. "Lord Aelius? Really, Your Majesty?" he teased, spreading his arms in mock grandeur. "I didn't realize I'd climbed so high up the ranks! Should I start practicing my regal wave?"
The king's lips quirked upward ever so slightly despite the gravity of the moment. "Aelius, please," he said with a faint shake of his head, though there was a note of warmth in his tone. "This is serious."
"I know, I know," Aelius said, holding his hands up in surrender as his smile softened. "But come on, 'Lord'? I'm just the guy who's good at dealing with the messy problems no one else wants to touch." His tone was light, but his sharp eyes quickly scanned the room, taking in the grim faces of the courtiers and the palpable tension that hung in the air. "Alright, I get it. What's the situation?"
The king's gaze hardened, his hands clasping before him as he leaned forward. "My son is currently in the town of Rivendell. The beasts from the Outer Lands have begun their attack. They are ruthless, destroying everything in their path. My men are struggling to hold the walls, and reports say that the creatures are unlike any we've encountered before. I cannot lose my son."
Aelius's eyes flickered briefly, but he said nothing for a moment. The Outer Lands. He knew of the creatures that roamed there, monsters that preyed upon anything they could find. But the mention of the beasts attacking now, within the kingdom's walls, was troubling. And yet, there was something strange about the timing. It couldn't be a mere coincidence.
King Edric's face was creased with worry, his hands clasped tightly in front of him as he leaned forward on his throne. His voice was tinged with desperation as he addressed Aelius. "Aelius, I know you've only just arrived, but I must ask for your help. My son… he's trapped in the town of Rivendell, surrounded by creatures from the Outer Lands. The knights are brave, but they're no match for these beasts. I fear for his life."
Aelius stood before the king, his expression much softer than it would become in later years. He was younger, still carrying the innocence of a world not yet jaded by constant strife and battles. His eyes, though holding a trace of seriousness, reflected a quiet determination as he listened.
"I didn't know you had a son," Aelius said, his voice uncharacteristically warm. He paused for a moment, considering the king's plea. "But... I've promised to assist you, and I will. I gave my word." He offered a reassuring smile, though it was brief. His youthful optimism still had room to shine through.
The king's face softened at Aelius's response, his shoulders visibly relaxing for the first time since Aelius entered. "I cannot express how grateful I am, Aelius," King Edric said, his voice full of both relief and gratitude. "Please hurry. I don't know how much time he has left."
Aelius gave a single, solemn nod, his expression resolute. "I'll leave immediately. Rivendell isn't far, and I won't waste a moment." His voice carried a calm certainty, a quiet assurance that cut through the king's desperation.
King Edric stepped closer, his regal composure slipping for just a moment as a father's fear took hold. "Thank you," he said softly. "I… I've already lost so much. I cannot bear to lose him too."
Aelius's gaze softened, the weight of the king's words striking a chord within him. "You won't lose him," he replied with quiet conviction. "I'll do everything in my power to bring him back."
The king nodded, his emotions barely contained as he stepped back toward his throne. "May the gods guide your steps," he said, his voice breaking slightly. "And may you find strength in your journey."
Without another word, Aelius turned and strode toward the grand doors of the throne room, his dark blue cloak swaying with each step. As the doors opened before him, revealing the bustling castle corridors, he paused for a brief moment. Glancing over his shoulder, he added, "Make sure the gates are open when I return. I don't plan to knock."
The faintest smile flickered across King Edric's face, a glimmer of hope in his otherwise weary expression. "They will be."
Aelius stepped into the corridor, his boots echoing against the polished stone floors as he made his way through the castle. Servants and guards stepped aside, whispering in hushed tones as they watched him pass. His reputation as a mysterious and powerful outsider had clearly preceded him, but Aelius paid them no mind. His thoughts were already on Rivendell and the task ahead.
As he exited the castle and took in the sight of the sprawling kingdom before him, the sun cast long shadows across the landscape. The town of Rivendell lay in the distance, its spires barely visible beyond the rolling hills. The weight of responsibility pressed against his shoulders, but Aelius carried it with quiet dignity.
"Hold on," Aelius murmured under his breath, his sickly green eyes narrowing with resolve as he took his first step from the castle gates. "I'll make sure you see another day."
With a swift motion, Aelius raised his hand, his magic flaring to life in a swirl of green and black energy. From the ground before him, a skeletal horse began to form, its frame composed of decayed flesh and exposed bone. The creature's body oozed faint green liquid from its numerous wounds, the substance hissing faintly as it hit the ground. Its eyes burned with an unnatural glow, and its hooves struck the cobblestones with a resounding thud that sent chills down the spines of those who saw it.
The villagers and castle staff who had gathered near the gates gasped and backed away, their fear palpable as they watched the grotesque mount solidify before their eyes. Whispers rippled through the crowd, words like "monster" and "demon" barely audible but impossible to miss.
In one fluid motion, he mounted the decayed steed, his movements practiced and graceful. The skeletal horse responded immediately, letting out a chilling, otherworldly neigh that echoed through the courtyard like a banshee's wail. It reared up on its hind legs, clawing at the air with decayed hooves that left faint trails of green mist as they moved.
Seated atop the monstrous creature, Aelius appeared as if he had stepped out of a legend or nightmare, a harbinger of some ancient, forgotten doom. His dark blue cloak billowed behind him in the rising wind, its edges frayed and worn from countless journeys. The faint luminescence of his eyes contrasted sharply with the deep shadows that seemed to cling to his form, giving him an ethereal, otherworldly appearance.
The skeletal horse pawed at the ground with impatient vigor, its decayed body shifting with unsettling fluidity. Aelius leaned forward slightly, his gaze sweeping over the gathered villagers and castle staff, all of whom stood frozen in a mixture of awe and terror. "Prepare yourselves," he said, his voice calm but carrying an undeniable edge of authority. "This kingdom will have its prince back. Ensure he finds it worthy of his return."
The horse snorted, a wet, gurgling sound that made the nearest onlookers flinch, before leaping forward with terrifying speed. As the creature galloped out of the castle gates, it left behind faint, glowing hoofprints that lingered for only a moment before fading into nothingness. Aelius didn't look back, his focus fixed solely on the distant horizon and the task that lay ahead.
The forest loomed before him, the dense canopy casting shifting shadows over the path. The air grew colder with each passing mile, the cries of the monsters growing louder, more distinct. Aelius tightened his grip on the reins, his sickly green eyes narrowing as he whispered to his steed, "Let's see what horrors this day holds."
The skeletal horse surged forward, its unnatural pace eating up the distance as Aelius pressed onward, a solitary figure heading into the unknown.
Hell was the only word to describe what Aelius saw as he neared Rivendell. Smoke smothered the skies, casting an oppressive twilight over the ruined town. The once-thriving settlement, nestled on the edge of the forest, had become a desolate wasteland. Charred husks of homes stood like jagged tombstones, their blackened remains clawing at the heavens. The air reeked of ash, burnt wood, and the sickening stench of seared flesh.
The sounds of terror filled the air, panicked screams, guttural growls, and the clash of desperate weapons against monstrous hides. Blood painted the cobblestone streets in thick, dark pools, seeping into the cracks and turning the once-idyllic square into a grotesque battleground.
Scattered bodies littered the ground, some of the townsfolk caught in the chaos, others of the nightmarish beasts that had attacked. The creatures were abominations, their forms an unholy blend of sinew, scales, and spines. Their glowing red eyes burned with primal malice as they tore through the last vestiges of resistance.
Aelius approached the carnage atop his skeletal steed, the decayed creature's bony hooves striking the cobblestones with haunting precision. Each step left faint, sickly green glows in its wake, casting an eerie light on the destruction around them. His cloak billowed behind him, and the magic radiating from him seemed to press against the air like a physical weight.
Near the town's center, a small group of survivors were cornered against the shattered remains of a barricade. They clutched makeshift weapons, their expressions a mix of terror and grim determination, as a hulking beast prowled closer. The creature was monstrous, its sinewy body rippling with unnatural strength. Its maw, dripping with a black ichor that sizzled when it hit the ground, snapped eagerly as it prepared to lunge.
Aelius dismounted smoothly, his boots landing soundlessly on the blood-soaked ground. His sickly green eyes surveyed the scene with sharp focus as he raised a hand, halting the skeletal steed. Turning toward the survivors, he spoke firmly, his voice carrying over the chaos with unnatural clarity.
"Get behind me," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. "If you stay in the path of my magic, you won't survive. Move now."
The survivors hesitated, glancing between the advancing creature and the eerie figure before them. But something in Aelius's tone, in the unnatural glow of his eyes, compelled them to obey. Slowly, they scrambled behind him, their weapons held tightly in trembling hands.
Aelius turned his focus back to the beast. Extending both hands, he summoned his power. Tendrils of sickly green energy began to coil around him, crackling ominously as they grew brighter. His skeletal horse let out a guttural snort, its bony form shifting uneasily as if eager to charge.
The hulking beast snarled and lunged, its massive claws tearing through the air. Aelius didn't flinch. With a sharp motion, he thrust his hand forward, releasing a surge of decaying magic. The wave of green energy struck the creature mid-air, enveloping it in a corrosive glow.
The monster howled in agony as its flesh withered and peeled away, its powerful limbs crumbling under the weight of decay. It hit the ground with a sickening thud, its life force draining rapidly.
Aelius turned his head slightly, addressing the survivors behind him without taking his eyes off the advancing beasts. "Stay close, but do not cross into my magic's path. Follow my lead, and you might live to see tomorrow."
The survivors nodded shakily, their fear tempered by a glimmer of hope. They moved as instructed, staying just out of reach of the malevolent energy swirling around Aelius.
The remaining creatures shifted their attention to this new threat. Their snarls grew louder, echoing through the ruined town as they began to circle him. Aelius raised his chin, his eyes glowing brighter as his power surged.
"Come, then," he muttered, his voice low but laced with icy determination. "Let's end this."
The skeletal horse pawed the ground behind him, its haunting neigh reverberating through the square. The survivors clutched their weapons tightly, watching as Aelius faced down the monstrosities with an aura of calm that seemed almost inhuman.
The creatures lunged, their snarls blending into a chilling cacophony of malice as they charged toward Aelius. He stood his ground, his cloak billowing in the surge of wind from their movement. As the first beast leaped into the air, its claws gleaming wickedly, Aelius raised a hand, his voice steady and commanding.
"Plague God's Touch!"
A wave of sickly black and green energy burst from his palm, spiraling toward the creature mid-leap. The magic struck with precision, and the beast's flesh began to wither, its growl turning into a high-pitched wail as it crashed lifelessly to the ground, its body decomposing rapidly under the corrosive force.
Two more beasts darted forward, flanking him in an attempt to outmaneuver his assault. Aelius pivoted on his heel, his hand tracing a swift arc in the air.
"Rotting Crescent!"
The motion unleashed a scythe-shaped blade of energy, glowing faintly with a sickly hue. The arc sliced through both creatures effortlessly, leaving them to collapse in grotesque heaps as the decay spread rapidly from their wounds.
A monstrous roar erupted from the largest beast, a towering brute with jagged horns and a hide that shimmered like obsidian. It charged straight at Aelius, the ground trembling under its weight. Unfazed, Aelius spread his arms wide, the air around him growing heavy with the oppressive aura of his magic.
"Plague God's Mantle!"
A swirling barrier of energy erupted around him, forming a translucent dome that pulsed with corrosive light. The massive beast collided with it, its flesh instantly beginning to blister and rot. The brute let out a deafening bellow, thrashing wildly as it tried to break through the barrier.
Aelius's voice rang out again, this time colder, laced with finality. "Blight Surge!"
The dome exploded outward in a torrent of virulent energy, engulfing the brute and the surrounding smaller creatures. The wave of magic seared through the pack, reducing them to decayed remnants within moments.
As the dust and sickly green glow settled, Aelius lowered his hands, his breath steady despite the intense exertion. His skeletal steed, still waiting behind him, let out a spectral whinny, its glowing eyes fixed on its master.
One final creature, smaller than the rest but unnervingly quick, darted from the shadows, aiming for the survivors. Aelius turned sharply, his hand snapping forward as he called out, "Fetid Chain!"
A coil of dark energy shot from his hand, wrapping around the creature mid-sprint. It struggled against the binding, but Aelius tightened his grip, dragging it closer. With a flick of his wrist, the chain constricted, and the beast collapsed into a lifeless heap.
He turned back to the survivors, who stood wide-eyed, clutching each other as the carnage around them began to settle. His sickly green eyes swept over the trembling group, his tone firm yet softened by the remnants of concern he allowed himself to show.
"It's done," he said softly, his voice cutting through the eerie quiet. "Are any of you the king's son?"
The question hung in the air for a moment as the survivors exchanged confused and hesitant glances. No one stepped forward, their silence only deepening Aelius's frown.
A thought struck him, his expression briefly flickering with annoyance before he let out a resigned sigh. He ran a hand over his face, muttering more to himself than anyone else, "It just occurred to me, that I was never told the prince's name."
Aelius raised a gloved hand, speaking with an unexpected gentleness that cut through the tension. "You're safe now," he said, his voice calm but steady. "Stay together, and do not stray. I'll handle the rest."
The group hesitated, their wary gazes flickering between the monstrous horse and the decayed remains of the beasts littering the ground. The young boy finally spoke up, his voice trembling. "Is… is it going to hurt us?" he asked, pointing nervously at the skeletal steed.
Aelius crouched slightly, bringing himself to the boy's eye level. His hardened expression softened as he gestured toward the steed. "No," he said with a small, reassuring smile. "This one is on your side. It might look scary, but it listens only to me. As long as you stay close, it will keep you safe."
The boy's grip on his mother's hand loosened slightly, his fear giving way to a tentative nod. Aelius straightened, his attention turning back to the group as a middle-aged woman spoke up, her voice trembling. "Your Grace… th-thank you. But the prince, he's not here. We think he went to the central chapel to help others evacuate."
Aelius's brow furrowed, concern flashing across his face. "The chapel?" he echoed, glancing toward the distant spire jutting into the stormy sky. He turned back to the group, his tone growing firmer but still kind. "Stay here. This place isn't safe, but my steed will guard you until I return."
He gestured toward the skeletal horse, its hollow green eyes fixed unblinkingly on the survivors. "It won't harm you unless you try to harm it," Aelius added, his tone touched with a faint humor meant to ease their nerves. "And trust me, you wouldn't win that fight."
The group exchanged uneasy glances, but the young boy spoke again, his voice a little stronger this time. "You'll come back, right?"
Aelius looked at the boy, his gaze softening once more. He placed a hand lightly over his chest, bowing his head in a mock solemn gesture. "I always keep my promises," he said, a trace of warmth in his tone. "Stay brave for me, okay?"
The boy nodded, his small shoulders straightening as he clung to the reassurance in Aelius's words. Without another word, Aelius strode forward, his cloak billowing behind him like a dark banner as he made his way through the wreckage-strewn streets. The distant sound of collapsing buildings and faint cries echoed through the air, but his focus remained sharp. His steps were steady, his determination unwavering. Behind him, the survivors huddled closer to the skeletal steed, their fear tempered by the flicker of hope left in his wake.
He muttered under his breath, a dark mantra laced with the faint hum of his magic. "Let's hope the prince is more resourceful than his father's court would have me believe. Otherwise, this will be a wasted effort."
As Aelius walked through the town, the full extent of the destruction unfolded before him. The streets, once likely bustling with life, were now strewn with rubble, shattered carts, and the charred remnants of what had been homes. Smoke hung heavy in the air, curling in ghostly tendrils above the smoldering ruins. The acrid stench of burned wood and flesh was nearly overwhelming, even to someone like Aelius, whose life had been steeped in chaos and death.
Bodies lay scattered across the ground, some crushed beneath the weight of collapsed buildings, others torn apart by the beasts that had ravaged the town. Blood pooled in the cobblestones, mingling with the rainwater that had begun to drizzle from the heavens. The faint patter of raindrops on stone was the only sound now, save for the occasional groan of a still-standing structure on the verge of collapse.
Aelius moved with purpose, his dark boots crunching against debris. His sharp green eyes scanned the wreckage with a practiced, calculating gaze, searching for signs of life or the prince's whereabouts. His dark cloak trailed behind him, fluttering slightly in the wind, adding to his already imposing presence.
He passed a toppled statue in the town square, its once-proud visage reduced to a shattered head lying in the mud. A child's toy lay abandoned nearby, its vibrant colors a stark contrast to the grim scene around it. Aelius paused for a moment, his expression unreadable as he took it all in.
The faint sound of movement caught his attention, a scraping noise coming from a nearby alley. He turned sharply, his hand instinctively moving toward his belt where his magic surged, ready to be unleashed. His voice rang out, low and commanding.
"Who's there? Show yourself, or you'll regret testing me."
A trembling figure emerged from the shadows, a young man clutching a makeshift spear. His face was pale, his clothes torn and bloodied. Aelius lowered his hand slightly, his voice losing some of its edge.
"You're not one of the beasts. Speak. Do you know where the prince is?"
The young man stammered, his eyes wide as he took in Aelius's fearsome appearance. "I-I saw him! H-he was heading to the chapel when the monsters came. I think he went inside to hide, but, " The man's voice cracked as tears welled in his eyes. "They were everywhere…"
Aelius nodded curtly, cutting the man's panic short. "Stay here. Go to the others near the town square. My steed will protect you."
Without waiting for a response, Aelius turned and strode toward the chapel. The spire loomed ahead, its once-majestic silhouette now broken and jagged against the stormy sky. The rain intensified as he approached, washing away some of the blood and grime from his path but doing little to dampen the weight of the destruction.
The beasts were still here, he could feel it. The magic of the labyrinth clung to the air, a chaotic pulse that resonated deep within him. Aelius gritted his teeth, his hands curling into fists as his power stirred, ready to be unleashed.
"Hold on," he muttered under his breath. "I'll find you, prince, or at least, what's left of you."
As Aelius neared the chapel, the atmosphere grew heavier. The rain continued its relentless descent, streaking down his mask and soaking his dark cloak. The faint sound of growls echoed from inside the partially collapsed building. The once beautiful stained-glass windows were shattered, their colorful fragments littering the muddy ground around the entrance. The massive wooden doors were splintered, claw marks gouged deep into their surface, revealing the darkness within.
He stepped through the broken doorway, his boots crunching on shards of glass. The interior was a mess of overturned pews and shattered relics. The altar at the far end of the room was barely visible, illuminated by the flickering light of candles still clinging to life despite the chaos. Shadows danced wildly across the walls, distorted by the uneven glow.
The growling grew louder as Aelius moved further inside, his steps careful and deliberate. He could feel the creatures now, their corrupted energy prickling against his senses like needles. He paused in the center of the room, his gaze scanning the wreckage.
"Come out," he called, his voice low but resonating with authority. "I know you're here. Let's end this."
A moment of silence hung in the air, broken only by the crackling of distant flames. Then, from the darkness, they emerged. A trio of grotesque beasts slinked into the dim light, their forms twisted and unnatural. Their flesh seemed to writhe as though alive, patches of bone and sinew exposed through gaping wounds. Their glowing red eyes locked onto Aelius with an insatiable hunger.
Aelius's hand extended, a swirling green mist coalescing in his palm. "Plague God's Breath!" he intoned, releasing a cloud of toxic vapor that spread rapidly through the chapel. The beasts snarled, recoiling as the corrosive magic burned their flesh. One lunged forward, undeterred by the pain, its claws slashing toward him.
"Plague God's Barrier!" Aelius shouted, raising a shimmering green shield that deflected the attack with a sickening hiss. He countered immediately, his other hand summoning a spear of pestilence. "Plague God's Spear!" The weapon flew true, impaling the beast through its chest and pinning it to a pillar. It thrashed violently before collapsing into a heap of decayed flesh.
The other two creatures circled him warily, their movements cautious now. Aelius stepped forward, his magic crackling around him like a living aura. "Is that all?" he taunted, his voice dripping with grim amusement. "I expected more from you."
One of the beasts lunged again, this time from the side, but Aelius was ready. He sidestepped effortlessly, his cloak billowing with the motion. "Plague God's Torrent!" he roared, unleashing a swirling wave of toxic liquid that engulfed the creature. Its screams echoed through the chapel as its body dissolved, leaving only a smoking skeleton behind.
The final beast hesitated, its instincts battling its primal hunger. Aelius tilted his head, his sickly green eyes gleaming. "Go ahead," he said softly. "Run. It won't save you."
The creature bolted toward the broken windows, but Aelius raised his hand, magic flaring. "Plague God's Chains!" From the ground, writhing tendrils of energy erupted, ensnaring the beast mid-leap. It let out a strangled howl before the chains constricted, crushing it with finality.
Aelius didn't allow himself to linger in the aftermath of the battle. The chapel, now littered with the remains of the beasts, felt almost peaceful in its eerie silence. The flickering candles were the only source of light, casting long, twisted shadows across the wreckage. He wiped a drop of rain from his mask, his eyes narrowing as the distant sounds of fighting still echoed in the air, pulling his focus back to the task at hand.
The prince was still alive, hopefully, but the sounds of battle seemed to suggest a time limit. The town had suffered much, and every second counted. Aelius quickly turned, his mind sharpening as the distant sounds of clashing steel and desperate shouts pierced the air. If the prince was still alive he was not beyond saving, he couldn't be. Not while Aelius still drew breath.
Without hesitation, he began to make his way through the chaos, stepping over wreckage and bodies, his boots crushing remnants of the shattered chapel floor. His cloak, drenched from the rain, clung to him like a shadow, the weight of it barely noticeable as his determination pushed him forward.
Aelius's eyes swept across the battlefield, his sharp senses noting every movement, every subtle shift in the air. The prince, he assumed, stood sheltered behind a small group of knights, his regal attire marking him as someone of importance. The young man was clearly shaken, but alive, his features pale beneath the chaos. Aelius did not hesitate. The prince's safety was paramount, and Aelius had no time for hesitation.
As he approached, his boots crushing the remains of the beasts beneath him, his green-lit magic thrummed in the air, the faint hum of his power almost tangible. His focus remained on the prince, but something in his periphery caught his attention, a figure standing steadfastly at the prince's side, her stance resolute, her hands moving fluidly to dispatch the remaining beasts. She wore no armor, but the delicate, flowing fabric of a maid's outfit and her vibrant pink hair along with the chains on her wrist marked her as a distinct presence.
Aelius's eyes narrowed, scanning her movements. She fought with skill, no doubt, but she was not one of the king's knights. His mind calculated the odds, noting the ease with which she handled herself in the fray. He didn't know who she was, but her capabilities were undeniable.
Without pausing to further analyze, Aelius called out to the prince, his tone commanding, cutting through the chaos around them. "Get behind me," he ordered. "I'll handle this."
The maid, if that's what she was, glanced toward him, her blue eyes narrowing slightly as she assessed the situation. There was suspicion there, but no outright hostility. Still, she said nothing, focusing instead on her duties as she continued to protect the prince from the remaining threats.
"I'll take care of this," Aelius repeated, stepping into the fray with purpose.
The prince looked up, his face a mixture of confusion and relief. "You… You're here to help?"
Aelius gave a small, reassuring nod, his voice calm but resolute. "The king sent me. Stay close to me and keep behind. I'll handle this."
Turning his attention to the last remaining beasts, Aelius's eyes narrowed as the creatures advanced, their glowing red eyes filled with hunger and desperation. He raised a gloved hand, green energy sparking to life and swirling around his fingers. His voice rang out with quiet authority as he invoked his spell.
"Plague God's First Plague: Plague of Blood!"
The air crackled with malevolent power as a wave of crimson energy spread from Aelius's outstretched hand. The ground beneath the beasts trembled as if recoiling in fear, and an aura of deep red light engulfed the creatures. The magic twisted and writhed like living tendrils, wrapping around the monsters and invading their very essence.
The beasts convulsed, their bodies trembling as their lifeblood began to rebel against them, pulled outward by the relentless force of the plague. They let out piercing shrieks, their cries echoing through the chapel as they staggered under the weight of the spell. Their once-fearsome strength drained away, leaving them feeble and broken.
One of the creatures, in a desperate last act, tried to lunge at Aelius, but its limbs faltered, and it collapsed just a few steps away. The others fared no better, crumpling to the floor as the life was torn from them. Soon, the beasts lay motionless, their once-mighty forms reduced to hollow shells.
Lowering his hand, Aelius let the energy dissipate, the crimson light fading as the room fell silent. He glanced at the remnants of the creatures with a look of grim finality before turning back to the group. His expression softened as he regarded their pale, shaken faces.
"It's over," he said gently, his tone carrying a quiet reassurance. "You're safe now."
The prince swallowed hard, his voice shaky as he stepped forward. "You… saved us. Thank you… I… I don't know how we can repay you."
Aelius shook his head, offering a faint, almost tired smile. "There's no need for that. Just focus on staying safe and getting out of here."
He scanned the group, his gaze lingering briefly on each survivor to ensure none were injured. "Is anyone hurt? If you are, tell me now, and I'll help."
A maid, clutching a small bundle to her chest, shook her head, her voice trembling. "N-No, we're all alright… thanks to you."
Aelius nodded, his tone softening further. "Good. Then we leave together. Stay close and stay quiet. I'll make sure no harm comes to you."
The survivors hesitated for a moment, their awe-struck expressions lingering as they processed his words. The young prince stepped closer, his eyes wide with gratitude. "I don't even know your name… but you have our eternal thanks."
Aelius offered him a small, almost fatherly nod. "No need for thanks. Let's just focus on getting you to safety."
With that, he turned toward the chapel's doors, gesturing for the group to follow. The maid and the prince exchanged glances before trailing behind him, their movements steadier now, buoyed by his calm presence. As they stepped into the stormy night, Aelius kept a vigilant watch, his reassuring words and quiet strength guiding them through the chaos.
Aelius stepped into the open air, the rain still falling in relentless sheets. His cloak swirled around him, water dripping from its edges as he glanced back one last time to ensure the prince and his group were following.
Aelius barely had time to process the sudden impact before it struck him like a runaway freight train. The force of the blow sent him flying backward, his body crashing through the already fractured wall of the chapel. The splintering stone crumbled around him as he hit the ground with a heavy thud, his cloak tangling with the debris.
For a moment, he lay still, the rain pattering against his battered form as he let out a long, slow exhale. "Well," he muttered, voice dripping with sardonic humor. "That was... invigorating."
Pushing himself to his feet, Aelius shook off the dust clinging to his cloak. His mask, once a pristine shield of anonymity, had shattered completely, the porcelain shards scattered around him. His now-exposed face was gaunt but striking, his sickly green eyes alight with a predatory glint that was almost amused despite the situation.
Across the ruined chapel, the beast loomed, a towering amalgamation of muscle, fangs, and malice. Its deep voice rumbled like distant thunder. "You stand, even after my first strike? Impressive. Or perhaps you're just too stubborn to stay down."
"Stubborn? Me?" Aelius quipped, brushing a chunk of rubble off his shoulder. "I prefer the term 'persistent.' It has a nice, heroic ring to it." His tone was light, almost casual, but his gaze never left the beast. "And you talk too much for someone who hasn't landed a proper killing blow."
The creature chuckled, a low, menacing sound. "You think you can mock me, little godling? I am the ruler of these lands, the bane of kings, the devourer of legends! You are nothing more than-"
"Blah, blah, blah," Aelius interrupted, waving his hand dismissively. "Let me guess. You're going to add 'the destroyer of egos' to that list next?"
The beast snarled, its patience clearly wearing thin. It lunged forward with terrifying speed, its massive claws cutting through the air. Aelius dodged the first swipe with ease, his body twisting to the side. But the follow-up strike was faster, raking across his ribs and leaving a deep gash in his side.
"Ow," Aelius hissed, glancing at the blood seeping through his cloak. "That was my favorite cloak. Do you have any idea how hard it is to etch runes into fabric?"
The beast didn't bother with a reply, opting instead to press its advantage. It swung again, but Aelius was ready this time. He ducked low, his hand crackling with sickly green energy.
"Plague God's Spear!" he roared, thrusting the poisonous, spectral weapon at the beast's chest. The spear shot forward like a bolt of lightning, but the creature batted it aside with its claws.
The moment the spear was deflected, however, a corrosive green mist clung to the beast's claw, eating away at flesh and bone. The creature roared in pain, shaking its massive limb as the poison began to take hold. The beast's eyes burned with rage. "You insolent wretch! I'll tear you apart piece by piece!"
The beast leapt with unnatural speed, its massive form bearing down on Aelius. Before he could fully evade, its claws tore into his shoulder, slicing clean through flesh and bone. His left arm was severed in one brutal motion, the limb falling to the ground with a sickening thud.
Aelius staggered but didn't fall. Instead, he let out a low chuckle, his expression as sharp as ever. "Well, that's inconvenient," he said, glancing at the bloody stump. "Guess I'm a 'half-off' deal now."
The beast paused, confusion flickering across its face. "You jest even as you bleed?"
"Got to keep things lively," Aelius replied, his voice unnervingly calm. Then, the glow of green magic began to swirl around his severed shoulder. The energy coalesced, knitting muscle and bone back together in an eerie, unnatural process. Within moments, his arm was whole again, flexing as though it had never been injured.
The beast took a cautious step back, its confidence wavering. "What… what are you?"
"Someone you should've finished off when you had the chance," Aelius said, his tone growing cold.
Without warning, he raised his newly regenerated arm, green magic erupting from his palm. "Plague God's Wrath!" he bellowed. A wave of corrosive energy surged forward, enveloping the beast in a tide of toxic mist.
The creature howled in agony as its flesh melted and decayed under the relentless assault. It thrashed wildly, trying to escape, but the mist clung to it like a second skin, eating away at its body.
Despite its suffering, the beast made one last, desperate lunge. But Aelius sidestepped effortlessly, delivering a crushing blow to its side. "Plague God's Torrent!" he roared, unleashing a deluge of poisonous liquid that engulfed the creature completely.
Its monstrous form spasmed violently before collapsing in a smoldering heap. The once-mighty beast was now little more than a skeletal ruin, its final roar echoing through the rain-soaked chapel.
Aelius stood over the remains, his breathing steady, his green eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. "Pathetic," he muttered, brushing a hand through his soaked hair. "Next time, aim for the head. Saves us both the trouble."
Without sparing the corpse another glance, Aelius turned toward the chapel's shattered doorway. A flash of light signaled the return of his cloak and mask, the faint green glow of activated runes stitching the air together and containing the spread of his corrosive magic.
His steps were measured and deliberate as he approached the prince and the remaining guards. Though his new mask bore some previous wear and his cloak was already soaked, his presence was unwavering. The relentless rain muffled the world around them as if everything had been submerged underwater.
The prince, pale and exhausted but alive, sat huddled among his remaining guards. His wide, bloodshot eyes met Aelius's, swimming with a mix of relief and trepidation.
"You returned," the prince said softly, his voice hoarse but grateful.
Aelius stopped a few steps away, his green eyes peering out from behind his mask. He gave a slight nod, his voice low but even. "The threat is gone, for now." His tone softened as his gaze moved over the frightened group. "You all did well to survive this long."
The guards exchanged wary glances, their weapons trembling in their hands, but they didn't lift them toward Aelius. They knew enough of his power to understand that hostility would be a mistake.
"We need to move," Aelius continued, scanning the shattered windows and splintered pews around the chapel. His tone carried no judgment, only urgency.
The prince hesitated, glancing at his guards, then nodded. "Understood."
The group moved cautiously through the wreckage. As they exited the chapel, the storm greeted them with renewed ferocity. Sheets of rain lashed at their faces, and the low rumble of thunder rolled in the distance. Aelius led the way, his stride steady and purposeful despite the chaos around them.
When they reached the town square, the scene that unfolded was grim but eerily quiet. His horse stood at the center, its dark coat slick with rain. The ground around it was littered with the broken forms of small monsters, their bodies twisted unnaturally in death. The beast had done its work with ruthless efficiency, leaving no threat standing.
The remaining villagers were huddled on the far side of the square, their faces pale and drawn, trembling from fear and exhaustion. They watched Aelius with wide eyes as he approached, their expressions a mix of awe and uncertainty.
Aelius approached, his movements fluid and calm. He turned to the prince, who stood close to his guards, clearly unsure of what to say. "We'll wait this storm out in the chapel," Aelius said, his tone measured, carrying the weight of quiet authority. He glanced at the civilians, his voice gentler. "You'll all be safer there for now."
One of the villagers, a frail-looking woman clutching a small child, stepped forward hesitantly. "But... the monsters."
Aelius raised a hand, his expression calm but firm. "And I'll handle them, but this storm is only going to cause more problems should we go out in it. Follow me."
The group murmured their agreement, and Aelius turned to lead them back toward the chapel. Inside, the faint glow of the remaining candles cast flickering shadows on the walls. Aelius scanned the room, his unease masked by his steady demeanor.
"This place will hold," he said, stepping aside to allow the villagers and the prince's guards to settle. "Rest while you can." His voice carried a subtle edge, not unkind but carrying a weight that discouraged argument.
As the villagers and guards began to find places among the pews and corners, Aelius moved to the shattered doorway, his gaze fixed on the storm raging outside. Though he said nothing, the tension in his posture betrayed his thoughts. The storm wasn't natural. He could feel it, the pulse of something darker concealed within its fury.
Aelius glanced over his shoulder at the prince, who was seated near the altar with his guards. "Stay here," he said quietly. "I'll keep watch."
The prince gave a hesitant nod. "Thank you… for everything."
Aelius didn't need to say anything else. He could already feel the pulse in the air, the storm wasn't over. And whatever had orchestrated this chaos had only just begun.