The Last Warlock

A strong wind moved around Mack as if he was the eye of a storm, while a bloody mist came from his body like wisps of lost souls surrounding their reaper.

With a sword in hand and a cape fluttering behind his back, Mack came to the back of the warlock group waiting for the mages pursuing them.

"Hold!"

Screamed Mack, to make his allies stay still. The time was not ripe yet.

About one kilometer in front of them, the group of almost a hundred mages stopped and started to chant spells.

"Get ready!"

Screamed Mack, flexing his legs.

It was time to show the horror of true warlocks. .

Mack looked at Raz by his side and gave a nod.

Raz raised his hand, and pointed his finger.

But he did not point his finger in the mage's direction.

He pointed his hand to Mack.

~zummmmm~

Suddenly the whirlwind that surrounded Mack increased by ten times. And with that, the pressure over his body and all around him increased too.

"ARGHHHH!"

Blood poured out of his pores and orifices even more, and small drops of blood could be seen floating all around Mack.

Mack screamed in pain, but on the next second he was already kicking the ground and disappearing from everyone's sight.

Where he was, only a cloud of dust could be seen now.

Raz looked back to the stunned warlocks and shake his head.

They were too rooted in the warlock way. He too was one of them, until he saw this freak called Mack progress more quickly than any warlock ever.

Raz looked back to where the mages were chanting their spells, and he saw something he would never forget.

A blinding flash of light and than.....

Nothing.

All the mages disappeared from the face of Earth and Mack appeared where the mages were.

And in the next second.

~boommmm~

A monstruous sound wave assaulted all the warlocks and cleaned all the ground in a hundred meters around Mack.

But what stunned Raz was not that.

It was the ground below Mack. It had sunken dozens of centimeters.

Even Raz could not do something like that. Sunk the ground dozens of centimeters? Impossible!

But the proof was in front of him.

That freak! Killed a hundred mages in a blink of an eye as if it was a child playing with ants.

Raz saw Mack fall to his knees and ran for him but when he approached the area Mack was already unconscious.

Lyng on his own body, still on his knees, with his sword lunged at the red ground in front of him.

A warrior that never surrenders. That was what Raz saw. Even unconscious he would not bend.

Raz promised himself to never forget this scene for the rest of his life.

Alas, he didn't know he was a light construct. Otherwise, he would probably kill himself. Pride was a dangerous emotion.

Raz grabbed Mack and his sword and looked around the place one last time.

One hundred mages had died for a single warlock today in this place. And the proof was right below Raz feet.

Bits and pieces of broken bodies and staffs were all around, mixed with dirt from the flattened ground.

Raz gazed in the direction of the mage army, now too far in the sight to be seen, and guessed someone would come to check on all the noise and light here.

They needed to hurry and leave this place quickly.

Raz raised Mack and threw him on his shoulder, and after a few orders to the rest of the warlocks, they continued to run in the same direction as before.

A few hours later....

Mack woke up and unconsciously tried to stand up. Pain assaulted his temple, and he felt dizzy, almost fainting. His body was too weak to even stand up, and he let his body lie down once again.

"I guess we made it"

Said Mack, looking to his right side.

Raz gave a curt nod.

"I'm useless to any battle for a few more hours. Did you guys scout the area?"

Raz again gave a quick nod with his head.

"Did you choose the target?"

And once again, another nod came from Raz.

"Good. Now, give me any food you may have. I'm starving and I need to eat something to recover faster."

Raz looked to one of the warlocks, and that warlock thew a bag close to where Mack was.

Mack looked at it and saw was a mage bag.

"I guess you guys found another group?"

Raz again gave a brief nod with his head.

Mack looked around, and all warlocks seemed to be there. Bu now the number was less than before.

Only 7 in total.

They have lost a few more once again.

Mack grabbed the bag by his side.

It was the first time he came in contact with mage stuff. Because during battle, most acolytes and mages only carried their staffs and nothing more.

The bag itself was not fancy at all. It was only a simple bag with some words inscribed on it. Mack guessed those words were for identification purpose.

Opening the bag, Mack saw some kind of dried meat and water.

And a booklet.

Mack's eyes sparkled seeing the booklet.

Maybe his luck had a turn for good and he could learn some more runes or any kind of spell that he could modify for his own use. Anything at all, and Mack would be happy.

Mack grabbed the booklet and turned it. Looking at the cover, he saw letters he could not identify again.

His translation equipment only worked over voice or sound. He could only read what warlocks wrote because they used runes, the same kind Mack learned from his father.

"Is that the primary language of mages?"

Asked Mack, turning his head toward Raz.

Raz again gave a simple nod with his head.

"Hmmm"

Mack opened the booklet and flipped the pages, but only saw more and more of the same letters.

The small book didn't have any single rune over his pages.

'Maybe is some kind of diary or story'

~sigh~

"The same bad luck as always."

Said Mack, closing the book. This chapter of his life was not a good one.