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“You shouldn’t have heard that.”
“No. I shouldn’t. But I broadcasted it anyway.”
The situation of this conflict was taken place in the top of a stone tower, something straight out of a magical fantasy book, It was night, the clouds covered the sky, and spears of lightning and horns of thunder were brewing inside the thick clouds, ready to stew up chaos.
The two characters in question was a Necromancer and a Druid.
One of them was peering through the a glass tube and brass braces that resembled a bit like a microscope. Th other held out a short staff that was half her arm length and it was glowing with various runes that focus on ‘connected broadcast’. The Druid frowned as she spoke up.
“Your game is over. The entire world knows your secret. There is no turning back now.”
“Hmm. Indeed. This would truly impede on my plans to bring Phase 5 to 78 to fruition. Frankly, this result p*sses me off.”
Even if the Necromancer said those words, he did not pul his one eye away from the end of the glass tube he was peering through.
“So what do you plan to do?”
“Turn into a grizzly bear and maul you.”
“Tsk Tsk tsk. Are you not a girl? Have more elegance.”
“I highly doubt morphing into a crane and pecking your eyes out will help.”
“True.”
The Druid shifted her footing. Even though the ground was littered with all the broken undead skeletons she had fought through to reach the boss, she did not make her final move.
There was nothing left. Only a 5 meter gap. A child could easily walk over the bones and tug on the Necromancer’s robes to request for food and cake. Yet this Druid who was older than a teenager with a sexy mature body wasn’t ready to make those simple steps. The answer was clear.
“… Oh. So you truly are afraid of Vaccine 23.”
“…………”
“It can’t be helped. I’ve specifically designed to destroy everything once it’s complete. But I haven’t reached the final stages yet…….Even so, you hesitate.”
“………….”
“I don’t need to look at your hand to know it’s shaking. Why have you not launched your final attack spell. As you can see, I have no more skeletons to protect me, I am completely and utterly unarmed.”
“…………………. Vaccine 23… it’s too dangerous.”
“That is why I told you, you shouldn’t have heard that.”
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The Druid girl shifted half of her foot forward. That was it. She didn’t have the courage to waltz over and tap the Necromancer on the shoulder. Neither could she freely cast her magic without fear of an unknown repercussion.
“Vaccine 23.”
“Yes, Vaccine 23. I can’t think of a better name. I highly doubt Blue Falcon would fit.”
“Tch. Don’t play games with me! This is over, step away from that… thing, and give up.”
“Come over and take me. I’m completely open.”
“KEH!”
The Druid fired a bolt of blazing fire. It shot through the stale air, leaving the smell of ozone in its wake.
It hit the wall…. Right above the Necromancer’s head. Even so, he continued to fiddle with the knobs on the glass tube.
“I-I-I SAID STEP AWAY FROM THAT KILLING DEVICE!”
“It’s not a killing machine. It’s a Vaccine. We’re infected. We need to be cured.”
“I don’t recall suffering any major plagues or diseases in the past 500 years. The United Kingdom and the Council of the Elders have all lived in centuries state of peace, so why have you appeared to make everyone wet their pants!?”
“I told you, we’re sick. We need a cure. And I have finally developed the necessary medicine, while relying on the curse of this world.”
“Magic isn’t a curse.”
“Yes it is… The Damages done by this so-called supernatural power is even greater than Hiroshima, Manhattan, and the Third World War.”
“Wh-what are you talking about? Th-the h*ll is Hiero Shrine or, or Man Hater? I-I don’t recalled there being any world wars in the past 500 years.”
“Silly girl. You truly are blind. This curse and disease has infected even your brain. You cannot be saved… not without Vaccine 23.”
“WHAT THE H*LL IS VACCINE 23!?”
The Druid was ready to kill. She boldly took one large step forward. She was not 3 meters. Nothing was in her way. No protection barriers, nothing. And she had a clear line of sight to this one man who was holding the entire fantasy world by the balls. That cold and collected Necromancer who never once peered away from the glass tubes.
“ANSWER ME!”
“I told you, you shouldn’t have heard that. Now you know what it does, there’s no turning back………. Alright, I’ll repeat myself.”
The Necromancer stood up tall, away from the microscope like glass tube and brass bracers.
Held up in his one hand… was a vial no longer than his whole pinky. And it was filled with a blue, green, and white liquid. Almost like the colors of a certain planet.
“… Y-You can’t be serious about unleashing it – NOW!?”
“Vaccine 23 is the key… to erase magic, the supernatural, and this so called fantasy realm – back to the Earth it was before World War Three… We will become humans again.”
And the man dropped it.
“… New York… I’m coming home.”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”