But the necromancers stepped in with collective force, their magic enveloping him and levitating him a foot off the ground, trapping him in Undead Domination.
“Nice work, Win,” Dad called over to me, knowing it was my death state infection allowing it to be possible when Ruxnoth wasn’t a vampire or other death-touched being.
I smiled back. And I actually could smile without so much effort now because Ketheron’s magic had almost fully healed me.
With a groan and a bit of effort, and help from my loves, I was even able to sit up.
Below my waist was all healed up now, just some damage to my chest that Ketheron was still working on. He held my shoulder gently to keep me steady, beaming at me as he continued. “Almost there, tiny god. Almost there.”
“Thank you, gentle god.”
Zayn and Evira stroked my hair and Vax held my hand through it, while his other was primed with his citrine power, watching the scene a few feet away.
Because Ruxnoth was pushing at the binds of Undead Domination.
With a roar, his right arm broke free.
He lashed out at Dad and I screamed as a bolt of midnight-blue power cut out his Desiccation Curse and blew him into the wall, taking a chunk out of it, a cry spilling from his throat as he landed on his hands and knees.
Thank fuck he was a badass motherfucker, because he lifted his head right after, eyes blazing with necromantic fury.
As he staggered back to his feet, Ruxnoth went to strike him again.
Vax and Evira jumped into the fray, Evira about to throw up one of her hardcore ice walls, Vax looking to deliver a vibrational blast.
But then black tendrils shot through the hole in the chamber and lashed at Ruxnoth’s hand, making him hiss and draw it back.
In the next second, the tendrils were wrapping around his throat.
Ambrose levitated through the debris, his power erupting around him wildly.
And he held the Spiral Thorn in his hand.
He twisted his other hand and his tendrils tightened around Ruxnoth’s throat, yanking his head back.
“No, you didn’t,” Ruxnoth spluttered as he gazed at the Spiral Thorn. “Inverting it… impossible.”
Ambrose didn’t verbally engage.
As he passed through Undead Domination holding Ruxnoth, without it impacting at all, Ruxnoth renewed his struggles to break free.
A choked sound escaped me as I felt Ketheron’s healing complete.
He stroked my cheek, then rose to his feet and watched the scene carefully, intense focus on Ambrose, obviously worried for him as he drew so close to Ruxnoth.
My loves helped me to my feet and we looked on as Ambrose wrenched Ruxnoth’s hands behind his back, binding them with his tendrils. His head was still forced back, but he was writhing, not fully held by the necromancers. I saw Dad at the ready again, power flaring on both palms, prepared to intervene if it was breached.
And then Ambrose made his move, bringing the Spiral Thorn down toward Ruxnoth’s heart.
He was trying to do it all in one go.
The Spiral Thorn could penetrate Ruxnoth’s flesh anywhere to freeze his warping ability and also make killing a Celestial without an actual Celestial weapon possible long enough for us to then deliver a death blow.
We all jolted as, at the last second, Ruxnoth freed his left knee and thrust it into Ambrose’s wrist.
Ambrose grunted, but reacted quickly as the Spiral Thorn fell from his grip, and he used his magic to catch it, then take any shot he could, especially as Ruxnoth then started to free his other leg as well.
It ended up with the Spiral Thorn driving into his stomach instead.
