The Last Warlock

In the end, no plan survives contact with the enemy, and Mack quickly activated his domain runespell again, but this time, it was not a flash of red light, but the skies turned crimson, blood crimson, and it stayed like that, and the bullets that aimed for his head stopped in the air just a few palms in front of him.

With his cape fluttering in the air, surrounded by red, and with hundreds of bullets in front of him, Mack immediately rushed forward, and the bullets opened a path for him to pass, as if subjects opening space for his ruler to walk.

'Twelve' Thought Mack, looking at the battleship in front of him surrounded by crimson light. Once inside his domain, he could vividly sense the mages inside the battleship, because they were the only thing he had no rule over.

Merely a few seconds later and in front of the battleship, Mack stood there, he didn't enter the battleship but raised both hands and put them very close to each other in front of him and in a motion as if trying to opening an invisible door he exerted strength with them, and in front of him, noises of metal cracking and bending could he heard from the battleship, Mack put more focus and put more strength on his arms and the battleship rustled and screamed and in a blink of an eye, the entire battleship was torn apart in two halves showing its insides to Mack.

Broken pieces of metal floated in the crimson air and just as the battleship opened itself like a canned tuna, twelve human figures rushed out of it.

With red robes and a staff in their hands, the twelve men looked at Mack as if they had seen a beast from the movies, but they didn't delay in their action, once they saw their target, they rushed forward as fast as they could and aimed their staff at the man in front of them. 

Mack too didn't delay and closed both hands as if smashing a piece of paper with each of them, and just as the mages approached Mack, their jetpacks stopped working and became a ball of broken metal behind their backs.

Schock could be seen in those men's eyes but someone that seemed the leader quickly screamed "Fire the spells!" and as his voice fell on those mages ears, the spells came out.

Twelve balls of fire came in Mack's direction, but to the shock of the mages, Mack seemed to not care about that, and lowered its hands.

The balls of flames hit Mack, but instead of producing a huge shock-wave, it was like hitting a calm lake, no explosion, no shock-wave, no screams.

The twelve men, now, without a way of using their jetpacks started to fall, but the leader quickly cast a floating spell and the twelve of them stood there motionless on the air,  watching the huge column of fire that was the combined attack of them, but that only made them feel restless, as that huge attack of them should be already ended, the fire dispersed and only a charred corpse should be there, but instead, the fire was still burning.

In the middle of the hell like fire, Mack too stood motionless, but behind his back, underneath his clothes, the ouroboros tattoo blinked with light, and struggled to move as if someone suddenly had awakened from a nap.

Mack noticed something undergoing with him and closed his eyes, as if something inside him was happening, something that he needed to pay full attention to. Something way more important than the battle against twelve already dead mages.

In true, Mack expected those mages to be stronger, but now he finally understood how the mage alliance worked, they worked on numbers. Always sending cannon folders to win wars, while the true strong mage families stood at the back, enjoying the profits without having any cost to pay for.

The mages didn't know what to do as the scene was too surreal for them; they were inside a crimson sky, and the man that should be dead by now was clearly alive and instead of fighting them, the man stood there burning inside the combined attack of them, as if he was enjoying a hot bath.

They were not paid enough for this crazy shit, and they finally realized that the man in front of them was way stronger than they imagined, as these thoughts passed on their heads, the leader ordered, "Retreat, lets group with the other ships!"

Mack stood there inside the burning flames, with closed eyes, as images upon images flashed in his mind one after the other, he saw vulcans, suns, lakes of lava and in the back of his mind he felt a feeling as it was his but it was not at the same time, a feeling of craving, a feeling of hunger, all of this happened in a few seconds and just as the mage shouted for them to retreat, Mack opened his eyes, and said to himself in a low voice, "I understand, if is fire you want, I will give you..... or should I said, I will give it, to us."

As Mack said those words, his already red blood iris changed for a moment and flickered in bright yellow as if something had awoken inside him, but Mack itself, was ignorant to that, and raised his left hand and all the flames around him stirred and started moving to his left hand, in a blink of an eye a bright yellow sphere of flames was condensed in the top of his left palm, not greater than a baby thumb in size, the sphere seemed like a small sun, burning itself as sparks came out of it.

His  fingers grabbed around the sphere of flames and Mack slowly closed his left hand, hiding inside the little sun, after a brief moment he opened his left hand again but no flames were inside anymore, they vanished as if the small sun had never existed in the first place.

Mack gave a look to the retreating mages, and his right hand raised.

"Sadly for you, no one can live to tell the tale"