The Runesmith

Chapter 212: Dark ritual.

“#$%#$% @$3$ ”:>@$#”

A man recited something in an incomprehensive manner while looking towards a large double spiral tower. It was giving out a strange buzzing noise that was hard to make out and the glowing red runes pulsated whenever the noise was released. Perhaps if the person was paying more attention he would have noticed that someone was approaching from behind.

Soon within a fraction of a second two armored gauntlets appeared from behind him. One of them went for his mouth while the other started twisting. The robed figure’s neck was being twisted causing his spine to be broken in quite the violent way.

But with the weapon in his hand, he could retaliate. Even though he couldn’t turn around to see who was behind him, in a last-ditch effort he went for the stab. Yet instead of flesh being torn a scraping sound was heard instead. The dagger just slid off this armored assailant without being able to penetrate through the harder alloy.

‘This seemed easier in movies…’

Roland’s bad attempt at recreating a stealth kill from popular media went unnoticed thanks to his sound-canceling spell. Even though he was wearing heavy armor he had runic spells to shroud himself in the darkness. The man that he murdered continued to flail around even after he managed to snap his neck thanks to his enhanced strength.

‘I got them both, but what now?’

After awakening from his slumber, he detected only two guards near his location. Everyone else was on the other side of this large monument. Even now it was releasing the illusory spell that kept everyone trapped and unable to fight back. There were a lot of questions on his mind as he was confused about what these cultists were doing.

First of all, some time had passed since the illusory trap had been activated. This time around it took him longer to get out of it than before. Time seemed to work differently in these illusory traps, perhaps due to the size of this relic, it was harder to awaken even when getting out through destroying the core rune.

His willpower stat that should aid him against attacks going for the mind didn’t seem to work that well when this strange runic object was involved. It belonged to a cult of some kind of evil god, so he could only speculate that there was something besides regular magic involved here.

Three priests were gathered around him, one to his left and another opposite while someone that looked like the leader was directly looking down at him. They were chanting something sinister while holding a slug-like creature in their hands. 𝒃𝒆𝙣𝒐𝒗𝙚𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝒎

The creature was about five centimeters in length with strange tendrils coming out from its top part. Its head looked like it belonged to some type of leech with many teeth. As the chants continued a strange black shroud of energy surrounded this creature that gave out a strange high-pitched scream.

‘What are they doing to these people…’

Soon enough the leech-like creature was passed onto the main priest that started lowering down towards the passed out man’s face. One of the side cultists leaned over to spread the man’s closed eyes. Then the moment the creature made contact with the man’s eyeball its many tendrils shot out towards it.

Roland was taken aback by the sight of this thing quickly wiggling inside of the man’s eye socket and disappearing into it. He had no idea what the purpose of that thing was but he was certain that it didn’t bode well for the people gathered here…