The Last Warlock

With a twist of his hand, all the mages heads looked back at Mack, and horror could be seen on their faces, but life was no more, because their bodies were still in the same place as before, frozen in the same motion, trying to escape.

Mack looked at their crooked necks and the skin that covered the collar bones all convoluted as if the skin was just an expensive rubber that covered their fragile bodies, as Mack contemplated on the frail life of the mages, he also contemplated on his own, and realized that he had become very strong, not only strong but also resolute.

There was no battle to speak of. Mack overestimated the mages that had come, and the slaughter took less than the time he took to clean himself from the last real battle.

Pushing the useless thoughts to the back of his head, Mack looked at the distance and the black dot that was the next battleship was not a black dot anymore and the outline of the ship could already be seen.

He looked to his other side to search for the battleship the overseer was supposed to intercept, but found nothing.

'I guess the battle already ended too'

Just as Mack thought about this he saw a flash of light coming from the corner of his eye, he looked at the source of it, but found the remaining battleship still exploding in the air, and debris flying everywhere, even from this distance, Mack could faintly see a very small dot outside of the explosion range with something glowing above it. Mack guessed it was the overseer that went to intercept the remaining battleship after ending with the other one.

'Is his bald head glowing?'

Mack shook his head and deactivated his domain runespell. The 'battle' has ended, and he was going to regroup with the others.

Mack rushed back with his own way of flying, and while passing by the others, someone asked, "Is the battle over? Where is the overseer?" That person asking was Lorin.

Mack didn't stop 'flying', and while passing said, "There was no battle" and entered the transportation vehicle not far from them.

Seeing Mack enter, the rest of the people didn't know what to do for a moment. They didn't know if they should wait or enter. But while still in their indecisiveness, someone saw the overseer image far in the sight coming at them at full speed, and said, "He is coming!", and everyone outside looked to the same spot the man was looking.

For Lorin, seeing the overseer, was like removing an invisible boulder of her shoulders. The pressure, the fear, the anxiousness and the stress were all removed with a single glance at the overseer figure coming back.

She gave a long sigh and could not avoid but saying aloud, "Thank god".

Not long after, everyone boarded the transportation vehicle along with the overseer and the ship didn't delay as the captain immediately took off, now, flying almost at ocean level to avoid most of the radars.

No one took of their jetpacks, neither did the overseer order them to. They knew that new battles could arrive at any moment, because the situation was unclear, and they didn't know how many mage alliance battleships were deployed on the planet. Those battleships were not cheap and also took time to gather them and deploy them on a remote planet like this, but even so, three of them, a small squad, found them, and they probably reported back before engaging.

Time and speed were crucial before an unending tide of mages came to this planet.

While the transportation vehicle rushed to their destination, inside the ship, the crew and Lorin started to talk to ease the mood, but Mack paid no attention to it. His mind was somewhere else. More precisely, he was thinking about the events that unfolded today. 

Mack remembered how he used his emotions during the trial today, and how that affected his senses, improving them, he was not sure how that worked but he decided to do more tests once he had a secure place for it. As for the 'awakening' of the Void Flame, Mack was not sure what triggered it, but he guessed it was fire, and his guess was that more fire was needed to really awaken the Void Flame.

'The images were not clear, but it seems it's not any fire, but natural occurring fire. like a volcano, or a sun.'

Mack thought about how he should do proceed, but nothing came to his mind.

'Should I just bath on a volcano? It seems way too easy.....'

Without noticing, Mack shook his head while still amidst his thoughts, but that was the opportunity for someone to fake to only know 'perceive' Mack, and ask "So, Arthur, is it correct?"

But no response came from Mack, as he stood still without even turning his gave to the person who spoke.

Seeing Mack still oblivious to the talking, and now feeling a bit of shame for being ignored, the healer gave a small cough, and asked again, "Is my pronunciation of ARTHUR correct?"

Only then, Mack realized someone was talking with him, and his gaze turned as he recalled from the back of his head what he heard and said, "Sorry, I was thinking about some things and failed to notice you were talking with me, as its very rare for people to call me Arthur."

The healer gave a small smile and asked, "Is not this your name? How do you prefer to be called?"

"People usually call me Mack, and yes, your pronunciation was very good" Said Mack, but the true was he had no clue, because the translator always altered things, even his own name, in a perfect accent, only when people really used strange words or a very very unique pronunciation or dialect the translator would try to match it to pass this on to his ears, as if only then, it considered the need to 'pass' this additional information.

The Healer gave a small nod as if understanding, and asked another question, "So, how did defeated that battleship?"

Mack gaze went to the overseer as he guessed that he said he didn't defeat all of them and said in a laughing manner, "I didn't defeat them, I slaughtered them, and the same goes for him." Said Mack raising his nose in the overseer's direction, and said, "By the time I killed everyone in the battleship at the front, the overseer already had destroyed the other two" said Mack in an attempt to change the focus from his own to the overseer.

With that said, everyone's gaze turned to the overseer and pride could be seen on his face behind his facade that tried to show that was something trivial.

In this world, everyone had pride. No matter how insignificant an act could be, everyone would be grateful for having a bit of light to shine over his own achievements.

That was the nature of social beings.