The Healer of Magic and Lance: A LitRPG Progression Fantasy Adventure (Tosin the Legendary Healer Book 1) by James Ghoul

Author:James Ghoul [Ghoul, James]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2021-12-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

​“Kefvolo!” Keebe said.

​The boss was massive. Thrice our size in height. His bulk was caked in rotting wool that undulated with buried trails of maggots. It stepped forward and stomped one hoof after the other. Each one came up to our waist. Its ram’s horns were curled back and the tips dug into its skull, long ago having burrowed beneath skin and blood and meat and skull. Maggots frenzied at the site and pulsed as they splashed about in their feeding.

The Kefvolo’s chest filled with a quick and long intake of air. My tunic pulled at me and I leaned away from the sucking wind. The storm paused around us, letting only a light hail crinkle against the rock of the plateau. The dozen of mashed sheep’s eyes that formed each whole eye of the boss, blinked and flickered. Two long plumes of fetid breath gushed out from its ripped open nostrils. It gave a mighty snort followed by a discordant war cry:

BANNNHHH NH NH NH NHHHHH!

Keebe leaned into a run and brandished his longsword. The steel rang clear and brittle. As the warrior quickly covered ground, the three of us flew open our mana rings. The blue circles of wavering mana hovered before each of us, large enough to step through. The health bars of my companions materialized in red.

“Hand of Flames!” Lep said.

His mana dissolved clockwise a fraction, and an ignition of fire sparked before his right hand. The fire ignited into a collection of floating embers that multiplied to form the shape of a giant hand. The embers flickered with hundreds of flames that covered it like scales. With a flick of his wrist, Lep sent the hand soaring towards the Kefvolo.

The Kefvolo swung an arm across his chest as a shield, and Keebe’s strike sheared the wool coating that arm. Lep’s Hand of Flames arrived simultaneously, grasping the boss’s shoulder. The wool at his shoulder ignited like trails of lightning strikes, and a thousand fuse-like threads of fire burned the material away.

Writhing maggots were exposed in the septic flesh beneath. They burned and charred, lifting their heads in soundless pain. They fell from their feast of flesh, and the flames that once licked them, extinguished as they dropped in splats to the rocky plateau. The fall did not kill them, and they wiggled towards Keebe.

“Garden Spider!” Arris said. From a nether of mana, inverted the form of the conjured garden spider. It stepped into our world with a flash of glossy black, and jagged yellow stripes. With ferocious speed, it met the maggots in a clash of mandibles.

With meaty fingers, the Kefvolo snuffed his burning wool. Black smoke trailed in thin filaments. His fingers were split at the ends and bloated. Grub and likened horrors swarmed where fingernails would be.

He huffed a sharp snort and lowered his head. From nose to crown, its face was as large as Keebe. With a ground shaking roar, the Kefvolo shook his head back and forth. His ram’s horns brutally bashed against Keebe’s attempt to parry and the warrior was thrown to the side.

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