Blake's eyes fluttered open, his head throbbing as he blinked against the harsh light. Cold water splashed across his face, jolting him fully awake. He gasped, sputtering as he strained against the ropes that bound him to the chair.

Before him stood a Lizardfolk, their face concealed by a hood, their eyes glinting with an unsettling intensity. The figure's voice was low and hissing as they spoke, "Ah, you're finally awake. Allow me to introduce myself. I am one of the Inquisitors of the Duskport cells, and it's my duty to extract the truth from you, one way or another."

"You're wasting your time," Blake replied calmly, his voice unwavering. "Torture won't yield the answers you seek."

The inquisitor's hooded gaze bore into him, a mixture of curiosity and disdain evident in his stance. "Oh? And what makes you so sure, human?"

A confident smile curved Blake's lips. "Because I hold power beyond your comprehension. Power that could render your methods futile."

The inquisitor's laughter was mocking. "Such bravado. I've heard it all before."

The Inquisitor's reptilian eyes narrowed, an air of suspicion hanging heavily in the air. "Lies won't get you far, outsider. We know you're here to meddle in our affairs. Now confess before you regret it."

“Such a shame I wish I didn’t have to do this, violence isn’t exactly my forte you see” Blake calmly said while muttering something to himself

The Inquisitor's scales seemed to bristle with irritation. "Do you take us for fools?Using spells requires the mana in the air and we’ve already drained it out beforehand "

"I promise you, only death will await you if you hurt me," Blake said, his voice slightly increasing its intensity.

The Inquisitor's patience seemed to wear thin. With a swift motion, they produced a wicked-looking blade. "If you won't speak the truth willingly, I'll have to extract it from you."

With a sudden, brutal movement, they slashed the blade across Blake's arm, eliciting a sharp cry of pain from him. Blood welled up from the wound, and Blake's vision swam with a mixture of agony and panic.

"Tell me the truth," the Inquisitor hissed, their voice laced with menace.

He merely laughed

In an instant, the very fabric of space around him seemed to warp and shift. The force of gravity itself seemed to twist, and a powerful surge of energy erupted from Blake. The Inquisitor, caught off guard, was sent hurtling towards the floor with a forceful crash.

Seizing the moment, Blake's hands glowed with the same celestial light as his eyes. His robe, adorned with intricate constellations that shimmered with an ethereal power. With a swift, controlled movement, he directed his spatial magic towards the chains that bound him. The chains groaned and strained against the unseen force, before finally snapping apart with a resounding clang.

“As you can see I am free. You’re probably wondering how I did this” he massaged the wound on his arm wincing when he touches it. He crouched down onto his level and stared into his eyes. The inquisitor could only see stars staring back into him.

“My name is Blake Windfield but some people call me star eyes” he put his hands on the inquisitors shoulder who was now begging for his life. “My magic comes from these not the mana in the air” he pointed at his eyes which were now glowing even brighter than before

Spacial Magic:Push

The force struck the Inquisitor with the impact of a battering ram, propelling them backward with an incredible velocity. The Lizardfolk's body slammed into the far wall, the impact so powerful that it crushed bones and left a splatter of blood in its wake.

At the same time, Blake's spell shattered the Inquisitor's lifeless body and obliterated the prison doors that had confined him. The aftermath was a scene of chaos, the dust settling around him as he stood amidst the wreckage of his captor's defeat.

Now he had to escape

~~

Warden Gromm was a hulking figure with thick, scaled skin resembling dark, weathered stones. He sat at his desk, a steaming cup of tea in front of him, his sharp eyes scanning through a pile of documents. The rhythmic swaying of the paper lanterns cast a warm glow across the room. The day was going great for him, no orders from the higher ups, no unruly prisoners, no unhappy employees, and no stress. He was not going to let anything ruin this for him.

His moment of peace was abruptly shattered as the door burst open. A guard, his breath ragged, stood before Gromm, hastily saluting. "Warden Gromm, there's been a security breach. One of the high-level prisoners has escaped."

Gromm's serenity transformed into a tempest of fury. His jaw clenched, the edges of his mouth curling upward to reveal menacing rows of teeth. "Who allowed this to happen?" he thundered, his voice reverberating through the room.

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Realizing his outburst, Gromm took a deep breath, his massive form visibly calming. "Tell me the details."

The guard swallowed nervously, recounting the incident. Gromm's narrowed eyes pierced through the guard's explanation until he finally composed himself. "Very well. Find the sub warden Charrak, and bring him to me immediately."

Charrak, the sub warden, walked into the room, his body blending seamlessly with the shades of the walls. Gromm's intense gaze bore into Charrak's shimmering eyes.

"There's been an escape, Charrak. A high-level prisoner. I need you to track them down and bring them back, by any means necessary."

Charrak's voice was a mere whisper, his reptilian features almost fluid as he replied, "Consider it done, Warden."

As Charrak vanished into the walls, Gromm leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled beneath his chin.

Nothing will ruin this day for him

~~

Blake's heart raced as he ran, the echo of his footsteps mingling with the distant sounds of alarms. He had to find his team and quick before they realized he escaped and sends an army of guards after him.

In an instant, a shadow descended upon him, and a searing pain exploded from his back. A dagger had found its mark, and Blake stumbled forward, his breath catching in his throat. He managed to turn around, his vision blurry from the pain, to see his attacker's cold eyes fixed on him.

"End of the line, human," the attacker hissed, their voice tinged with triumph. They wore a hood that concealed their features, except for the glint of their eyes that bore into Blake's weakened form.

Spacial Magic:Push

A force pushed through the hallways of the prison ripping up tiles as it tore through. Blake put down his hand in triumph and turns around but is met with the tip of a blade coming at him. He quickly ducks underneath the attacks and spins around using Push again with the same effect.

Before Blake could react, Charrak's presence manifested above him. In a swift, calculated maneuver, he descended from the ceiling, landing squarely on top of Blake with a forceful impact. The breath was knocked out of Blake's lungs, and he found himself pinned beneath Charrak's weight.

Struggling against the pain and the pressure, Blake mustered his strength. He focused on his magic, his eyes glowing intensly. With a surge of power, he channeled his mana into a shockwave of Spacial Magic, aiming it at point-blank range beneath him.

The shockwave rippled through the ground, the sheer force of it disrupting Charrak's grip. “If I can just hit him once with an attack it would be over” he though wincing as he got up. “My attacks take up too much mana, I only have so much before the eyes give out.”

Charak's form blurred as he closed in, a grin twisting his lips. "You humans always think you can outsmart us. But you're just prey in the end."

Charrak lunged forward with a series of rapid strikes, his blades slicing through the air with deadly precision. Blake focused on dodging and parrying, his movements fluid and controlled. He couldn't afford to waste energy on unnecessary actions.

As Charrak closed in, Blake's eyes narrowed. With a sudden burst of energy, he utilized his Spacial Magic to push against the ground beneath him. The force propelled him backward, creating a gap between him and Charrak.

Charrak's eyes burned with a savage intensity, his voice a low growl. "You're not the only one with tricks up their sleeve."

With a swift motion, Charrak's blades transformed, splitting into a multitude of throwing knives that he hurled at Blake with unparalleled dexterity.

Using his Spacial Magic, Blake repelled the knives coming towards him. He waited for the perfect moment, then unleashed a calculated push of his Spacial Magic, aiming not at Charrak directly, but at the ground beneath his feet.

The force disrupted Charrak's balance, sending him stumbling forward. Blake seized the opportunity, his hand glowing with energy as he lunged. His palm collided with Charrak's chest, and a surge of spatial energy rippled through his opponent's form.

The force of the attack was devastating, Charrak could feel his organs being crushed. He sliced upwards while his opponent was still in range. Blake pushed against the floor once more, propelling himself backward and creating a gap between them. He panted, sweat trickling down his brow as he focused on his opponent.

Blake's eyes flickered to the room's surroundings, his mind racing. He spotted a series of pipes along the ceiling, a potential advantage he could exploit. As Charrak lunged forward again, knives flying through the air, Blake dodged and weaved between them with calculated precision.

With a swift leap, Blake reached one of the pipes, his hand grabbing hold of it. He channeled his Spacial Magic into a powerful pull, yanking the pipe from its place. The metal object hurtled through the air with surprising speed, aimed directly at Charrak.

Charrak's eyes widened in surprise as the pipe struck him with an impactful force. He grunted as he staggered back, momentarily disoriented by the unexpected attack. Blake seized the moment, his hand glowing as he unleashed a focused push of Spacial Magic.

The force struck Charrak squarely, propelling him backward and crashing him against the wall. The impact was powerful, and for a moment, Charrak's form went limp. Blake's breath was heavy, his mana reserves dwindling. He needed to end this now.

A long tongue stretched forward grabbing ahold of Blake and bringing him straight to Charrak. "Surprised, human?" Charak hissed, his voice laced with mockery. "My gifts go beyond what you can comprehend."

Blake's heart raced as he felt the pull of Charak's tongue, his mind racing for a solution. He couldn't allow himself to be drawn closer, to fall into Charak's grasp. His vision was blurring, a sign of his dwindling mana.

With a forceful motion, he unleashed his Spacial Magic in a powerful, concentrated push. The energy surged outward, creating a shockwave that rippled through the air with an incredible force.

Charrak's form was caught in the impact, his body already in the walls were sent hurtling further with a violent crash. The sound of metal against stone echoed through the room as he collided with a pile of debris. The room fell into an eerie silence.

Breathing heavily, Blake staggered forward, his body aching and battered. He approached the fallen form of Charrak cautiously, his gaze wary. He had to make sure the threat was truly neutralized.

But just as Blake reached Charrak's side, the fallen Lizardfolk's eyes snapped open, a sinister grin twisting his lips. In a flash of movement, Charrak's hand shot out, grabbing Blake's wrist with a grip of surprising strength.

"You will never have my life human," Charrak hissed

Before Blake could react, Charrak's other hand shot forward, a hidden blade extending from his wrist. The blade plunged into Blake's side, and a searing pain radiated through his body.

Blake's breath caught in his throat, his vision swimming as he struggled against the overwhelming agony. Charrak's grip tightened on his wrist, fueled by a desperate surge of adrenaline.

The room spun around Blake as he fought to stay conscious, his mind racing for a way out of this dire situation. His mana was nearly depleted, his strength waning, and the pain threatened to consume him. But he couldn't give up now, not when he was so close to victory.

His lips curled into a defiant smile, and he spoke with a quiet intensity, "You shouldn't have touched me."

With all the strength he could muster, Blake's lips parted in a fierce roar. His voice echoed through the chamber, a primal cry that shattered the air itself. His mana surged outward, expanding in a shockwave that radiated from his form like a tempestuous storm.

Charak's malevolent grin faltered into a look of sheer horror as the wave of power engulfed him. His form was torn apart by the overwhelming force as if being pushed and pulled from all directions, his body disintegrating into nothingness. It consumed him, leaving only a maelstrom of destruction in its wake.

His body was splattered with blood some not belonging to him. He looked up, the ceiling was partially caved in due to the explosion allowing him to see the outside slightly. It was night so he assumed it has been hours since their arrival at the city. He could see a single star in the night sky. He could utter one last thing before he collapsed.

“Stars really do shine the brightest in the darkest of times”