And the little blonde man bit his finger, creating a small wound.

Furor readied his mouth and watched as the priest placed his finger in the dead man's mouth. He began drawing something on his tongue but he couldn't see nor had he any intention of approaching. After he finished, Daniel pointed the body’s mouth towards him and he saw it for himself.

‘W-what the fuck?” There wasn’t anger in his voice. Just confused at what he was seeing.

A small, blue cube formed on the corpse’s tongue.

“These are our goals. It's unfortunate but apparently, only humans produce them. And more importantly, in them lies the key to revive our lord.”

(“This is real…”) Furor thought to himself. He assumed they were a bunch of nutcases causing damage across the country with radical beliefs that held no merit.

“Revive your lord?” He asked.

“Wonderful, it's nice to see you finally show interest. I must say, we will have to get you out of those garbs when we finish. But yes that is their purpose. Honestly, we're not sure why but these things are the only thing that strengthens our lord.”

“And how many would you need exactly?” Furor asked.

“Hmm, no idea. We've already used, I'd say over a ton of the stuff last time I checked so-”

A ton of this stuff? Based on the little cube that the singular person created, he didn't like where the math was leading for such a large amount.

“STOP RIGHT THERE FUCK HEAD!” He shouted before running over. He had heard enough. This thing before him wasn't a person but a monster in human skin trying to summon some horror through occult means. He didn't know what _______ was but if it required such an amount of people to be sacrificed and not even be satiated then whatever it was could stay dead.

The priest was frozen in place and before Furor could swing his attack, he was stopped as well before him.

“I assume this magic of yours has to do with your voice?” He asked before swinging his chain down.

He regained control of his body but it was too late. It was already on course with his head.

But something shot over his head, batting the blade away. The surprise allowed Furor to back away and the priest stopped his blade and swung it down once more, just barely catching part of his forehead.

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(“Damnit, is there a range around him that he can do that? I thought it might have been like my magic but I can only stop people, not objects. I was hoping he at least whispered or something when he did that but he couldn't be that easy. No, he just fucking had to be able to do when he feels like it.”)

He wiped his forehead and spat on the floor when he saw the blood stain.

“Brrr,” the Priest mockingly gestured, arms held together with his body now soaked. “Please don't flood the place, I'm not sure that was taken into consideration when we chose it as a haven.”

The ball of water that slapped the blade towards him had gotten him quite wet when it impacted the wall behind him.

The tall man Furor had taken the map from fired off the shot. It seemed his magic was water.

“Thankfully, you lot, as you say in this country, don't seem anywhere near as annoying as that white-haired boy.”

He began swinging the blade above him. Furor looked ready to explode and it didn't help when the priest commented:

“I knew it. You're one of those types that's silenced with overwhelming power!”

He exhaled like a bull and ran towards the man. He moved to swing his chain and Furor made his move.

“Fucking stop that!”

He redirected the blade then brought it back on course and the blade flew several shy inches from Furor.

(“I see stopping my movements isn't the only thing he can do. I think for a brief moment he caused me to try and avoid him. If I weren't releasing my mana, I imagine I'd be fully under his control. Is that enough though?”)

He froze the chain solid and pulled it back like a scythe.

Furro used his sword to stop it and ran closer with his blade rubbing against the chain. The priest showed no indication he had the advantage and silently made his move. He brought the weapon sideways before swinging back against his blade.

Furor paid it no mind until he noticed the chain slackened once again, wrapping around him once before the blade-

“STOP!” He shouted. The priest wanted to laugh at his futility but was stuck for a moment.

The blade pierced his back. And a ball of water flew from behind him.

“That will obv-”

He jumped over the ball of water by his estimations, nearly his mass in water, the moment he regained his movement.

He originally thought “That will obviously miss me based on the angle it was fired.” But a fire-wielding young man was on his mind and he was reminded of what the boy had done to him earlier.

(“No need to use that now.”) He thought as he looked back towards the man. He dodged his own blade being thrown at him and caught the part of the chain closest to it.

The tall and pale man had taken it out in the time he dodged.

He looked ready to shout again and the priest covered his ears, testing a hypothesis.

“Stay still fuck face!”

His body still stopped and admittedly, his hands didn't make the best earplugs. But it was valuable knowledge to know the effect wasn't weakened. And behind Furor was some more valuable information.