Rise of the Last Summoner 1: A LitRPG Fantasy by Todd Herzman

Author:Todd Herzman [Herzman, Todd]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-05-14T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 22

The hellhounds died swiftly. Elian did end up getting hit by a breath of fire, his clothes momentarily catching alight, but it hadn’t taken him that long to put it out. He’d suffered a bad burn, but it had only taken him a little bit of essence—about .1 of a unit—to heal the wound.

When the four demons were dead and Elian had harvested their essence, he checked what he was left with.

[Essences:

Demon – 5]

Elian blinked. He’d been expecting to hold onto more than that, but he thought of the day he’d had. Circulating all that essence while he’d been pulling the wagon, using his new sight skill twice, and healing the wound he’d endured—it all added up.

He had exactly five units of essence left over, just enough for him to unlock the first Infuser node.

But not enough to do anything after that. No healing, no strengthening my muscles, no using my Sight skill.

That Sight skill and his newfound strength—even if it was only a small increase in the grand scheme—had made quite the difference in that fight. That, and he’d felt more… confident, sure of himself.

Throwing away that shield had turned out to be a good idea after all. His strikes had felt more solid and swift, holding the weapon in both hands.

“You’re still alive!” Baylin said. The man was balancing on one foot, using the side of the wagon for support.

“You sound surprised.” Elian smiled at the old miner. “Yes, I’m alive. Honestly, I’m a little surprised by that fact myself.” Though less surprised than he should have been.

Baylin eyed the blood-bonded hellhound. “That beast of yours sure comes in handy. I dare say we’d be dead without it.” He ran a hand through his hair, peering at the dead hellhounds from where he stood. “Though it looks like you took out your fair share. Those are definitely spear wounds.”

Elian started telling the old miner about the fight, when the man put up his hand.

“I saw it all.” He jutted his thumb at the hole in the wagon. “Was watching through that. Couldn’t help myself. When you got hit by those flames I almost leapt out to help.”

“I’m glad you didn’t,” Elian said. “You wouldn’t have been much help on that.” He gestured to the man’s broken foot. The uninjured miners were out collecting the salt back up from the ground. They didn’t have enough to spare to leave it here, and that line had probably saved his life, allowing him to dance back away from the hellhounds without them coming in after him.

No wonder salt is so damned valuable. But it won’t work if I come across more of those imps. Or another hellcat, for that matter. That thing just took the pain, and could move the salt line with its wind affinity.

He shuddered to think of what demons might be scarier than a hellcat, but he was sure they’d be out there too.

“Night’ll fall in a couple hours,” Baylin said. “Got more walking in you?”

Elian peered over at the tree line before the forest, on either side of the road.

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