Hexblade Warlock 2: A Slow Burn LitRPG Fantasy Adventure (Quintasia Academy) by Marcus Sloss & Jack Spry

Author:Marcus Sloss & Jack Spry [Sloss, Marcus & Spry, Jack]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Royal Guard Publishing LLC
Published: 2024-10-18T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Three

Ballista sung. Arrows flew. The stench of burned mana filled the air. Spitz’s cloud sat over the tower, lightning forking down. Rain soaked the defenders, icy, unrelenting. Diesel kept her distance, but her barrage of magical arrows peppered the battlements. Eilm stood on the muddy mound, her indigo magic streaking forward and exploding into the tower. All the while, the baying throng, the orcs, and the Weyliss lizardmen, the goblins and the numerous other foul creations taunted the tower’s defenders from just out of range.

Seven sat up in a tree. All his girls, barring Tamereth, were with him. He focused on draining the hapless Geraint, who, short of killing all his companions, couldn’t pluck a single mana particle from the air.

“But where is she?” Seven asked. “This little interlude should have drawn her out. What the hell’s she up to?”

“Perhaps she still thinks we’re captives,” Keller said.

“Or worse, and I don’t like saying it, perhaps she doesn’t care.” Sinta fidgeted.

“No!” Jez said. “I can’t believe that. She was so in love with Seven. Did you see how happy they were when they came back from the caves. She could barely take her eyes from him.”

“We haven’t explored one possibility,” Keller said.

Seven lofted an eyebrow, intrigued by Keller’s remark. He’d wracked his brains trying to fathom a reason for her storming off. Yes, he understood the love could be volatile. He’d seen it from a distance. Couples he’d watched from afar—been envious of—in love one moment, then shouting and screaming in the road the next. He knew love was fickle. That it could change with the wind. But it always returned. It never truly went away.

“What?” he asked, grasping at Keller’s offered straw. “What possibility? I’ve thought myself into a corner.”

Keller smacked her lips together. “It’s possible she’s a fruitcake.” When they all stared at her, she added. “That she’s nuts—mad. One of those head cases that worships one moment and then turns into a raving monster the next. Really, she could be completely bananas.”

While not understanding everything Keller said, he certainly got the gist of it. There’d been this one old woman who was his best friend one moment, offering him food and shelter, then would go crazy on him the next. The blacksmith had called her unhinged. The innkeeper referred to her as Mad Betty. But Seven had seen her crying and alone at night. He’d understood. She’d been lonely, but frightened of letting anyone in.

A lot of that came down to trust. Which he could understand. She screwed him up too with her erratic behavior. “Could it be trust?” he asked, though more a spoken thought.

“But we never gave her a reason to doubt us,” Sinta said.

“You never gave Quintasia a reason to throw you out, but they did,” Keller pointed out. “It might not be us. You know that, don’t you? I know I carry baggage from before.”

There she was spouting nonsense again. But it didn’t matter. He grabbed her hand, holding it tightly. “It’s nearly time,” he said.

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