Ander awoke, his body screaming at him as the pain from the force spell that had propelled him coursed through him. He sat up first, his broken left arm making it difficult, “Glad I listened to you guys” he said as he looked at the burnt corpses of his allies and friends; they had told him to get some sort of defense against spells since he wasn’t that good at using them. One of the rings on his left hand served that purpose which is why it took the blunt of the force and broke under it.
Taking a breath he braced his right hand against the ground to help him get up, his body screaming in protest but he ignored it because he needed to get up, he needed to see if his mother was alright. Once on his feet he steadied himself and hoped that he could hold out long enough to get to his mother and make sure that she was safe. He turned to look at the door of the mansion and saw that it was battered down, “Damn them” he cursed before slowly limping towards it, “I’ll make them pay” the promise came out between clenched teeth but it held the weight of his soul.
Standing in the doorway he saw the rest of the guards that were sent with him, their bodies not burnt but cut up, he slammed his right fist against the wall before leaning against it. Ander closed his eyes and took a few breaths to steady himself, it was then that he heard the faint sounds of people yelling and fighting, “They’re still here” he realized; with renewed vigor he set off into the place he called home to re-join the fight for it.
From the outside it looked like any other mansion, but unlike those others this was a high witch’s mansion; the inside and outside did not match because on the inside it could be as big as it needed to big. Rounding one of the many turns in one of the many hallways Ander came upon five grey minions who looked to have just defeated the two guards at their feet, he didn’t even think as he raised his right hand and sent them flying with his lightning.
Ander continued onwards, his body starting to feel heavier than before but he couldn’t stop until he saw with his own eyes that his mother was okay. He came across more minions as he continued onward but like the first group he fried them and kept moving until he came across an armored one accompanied by two small ones.
“Just what I needed” he joked as the minions saw him, “Let’s match you against a real summon then… Vil” he said before they charged at him, though before they could so much as touch him they fell to the ground in pieces. “I guess you aren’t on the same level” he smirked at them before moving on again. Following behind him was a woman dressed in grey, her toes just barely touching the ground as she floated along; her tattered grey dress looked like wind was blowing through it along with her long silver hair which looked more like a cape then hair.
Vilandia was a high level summon that his mother had bestowed on him and she resided in the ring on his right thumb which was now glowing red hot. She was a terrifying summon with her black eyes and swarm of swords which floated around her and followed wherever her eyes gazed, she was one of the sword maidens of this world and gave her life for it; she was then honored by being turned into a summoned creature to continue her oath of protecting the weak and punishing the unjust.
More minions came at Ander because of the noise he had made but just like the first group they fell before him as the Grey Lady protected him. She flew at them with her swords and cut them down, each time using a different sword or blade; sometimes even throwing knives at them. The more the Grey Lady fought the more the ring on Ander’s thumb glowed and the hotter it became, but he didn’t have the power or time to waste fighting this low level of enemies so he had no choice but to endure the burn.
The minions didn’t stop coming at him and Ander wasn’t even moving forward anymore but instead just stood his ground and fought back his attackers because of the noise they made when they died, “Damn, they must be summoning faster than I can deal with them” Ander said aloud as he continued to stand firm while Vilandia cut down any who came near, though the burning was becoming too much for him to handle coupled with the pain from his other injuries; he could smell his own flesh burn and he hasn’t smelled that in a while but knew that he couldn’t undo the summon without dying at this point in time.
Vilandia made short work of everything that came at him, no matter big or small, from behind or from the front; she didn’t stop to think as she cut down everything in sight without a second thought. Ander was glad that he had her to always fall back on but the price for summoning her in this way always took too large a toll on him and he wasn’t able to keep her around for too long. But since he wasn’t the best at casting spells of his own he could only rely on the magical artifacts like his rings to wield this kind of power, it was just that they weren’t nearly as powerful as the real thing.
Falling to one knee Ander tried to keep the pain at bay; it was unbearable at this point, but as he looked around him he didn’t see any sign of the minions stopping so he endured, he endured because he knew that if he didn’t then he would die and then nothing would stand in between them and his mother. He could at the very least stand his ground and divide their attention and help his mother gain an advantage against them that way.
It happened too quickly for him to even see, a new kind of minion broke through the defense that the Grey Lady created with her attack and came within an inch of taking off his head, its arms twice the length of the others and barbed knife like fingers giving Ander cause to fear for his life; luckily before it could take off his head it burst apart as every cell in its body was broken down; Ander knew in that moment that he would be okay as he undid Vilandia and fell forward, the last sight he saw was of several woman escorting one woman who not only stood out because of how she was dressed but because she needed only to look at the minions to destroy them from the inside out, Ander let a small smile form on his lips which whispered, “Mother”.
The high witch Hadia looked down at her son, “Tend to his wounds” she ordered one of the other witches with her, the girl moving to kneel next to him to tend to him while the high witch continued to decimate the minions that kept coming at them. “Mistress they won’t stop coming” one of her guards said and Hadia chuckled, “Those three must be desperate to exhaust me” Hadia chanced a look at Ander again when the swarm of minions stopped for a moment, “I have no choice but to use him to collect a weapon to end not just this war, but all wars in all worlds” her eyes seemed to look right through her son as she thought about the plan she was going to put into motion.
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