“A-Aaahh!”
“ W-What is that thing!?”
Both the guards stumbled backwards from the sheer fright they had upon seeing the dark spirit.
‘There's no time to be scared shitless…and you call yourself guards. This thing could be the root cause or a cog in the wheel or whats plaguing the deep and ya are just whimpering!” Zeno lectured the guards without holding his tongue. His hands shook with anger in the process and could not focus to conjure a spell perfectly.
Whoosh!~
A strong gust of wind blew, blowing the dark spirit into a nearby tree.
Swish!~ Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!~
Three spears made of concentrated wind flew through the air at blinding speeds, impaling the spirits head, hand, and torso into the tree. The suction that was draining Darren’s mana immediately halted. Flying past Zeno at a similar speed to the spears thrown was Vincent. With spear in hand he stabbed the spirit with his magically imbued staff straight through its core.
A high pitch squeal bursts forth from the punctured mask of the spirit, mana from within its body rushes out from the penetrated area. Vincent yanks the spear out from its body causing the rest of the mana to rush out like water from a bursting dam.
Zeno and the guards quickly ran to Darren, carefully lifting him up and carrying him over to dirt soaked in mana. His body was slowly absorbing mana from the dirt and with it restored stability to his core. Though his core was stable it was still small and bright. Zeno recalled the fae from the cell whose flame was also small but it was vastly dim, this gave him some relief.
“One of you will get help from the village and the other will keep watch, okay?”
Before hearing their response Zeno got up and joined Vincent standing face to face with the dark spirit.
It was breathing very slowly, leaking mana continuously into the dirt.
“You had your fill, but no more. What's your purpose here and to attack one of us?”
“Hehe…hehehe…to…survive…more will…come..and feed on…you all…”
With one final exhale the dark spirit turns into a black stain on the tree causing the rest of the mana flooded from within it to flood out like dandelion spores.
Vincent stood quiet with his hair covering his eyes, squeezing his spear with enough force one would think it could snap it in half. Embracing his fellow fae, Zeno hugged him tightly.
“We will figure this out, for Darren and everybody else. I won't let these dark spirits get away with such acts”
Vincent grips loosens and begins to sob hysterically as numerous elves and fae rush over from the village ready to lend a hand to Darren.
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