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During Avrin's mindful rest, Neriel had spent the night plotting what he should do and decided that a grand master level shapeshifting spell would work wonders. Myra was powerful with Moonwing, but only when she used it was she more powerful than an angel. This gave Neriel a chance to scope things out.
Using shapeshifting, he managed to take the identity of an elf he saw guarding the entrance of the forest city. This way, he would be able to enter while the guard was far in the distance. A blue light engulfed him and poured a through the glassless windows as he transformed. He was now a 5 foot and seven inch tall elven male in basic leather armour and standard equipment.
He used another grandmaster level technique to form a summoned weapon over which he cast an illusion so it would appear the same as the spear the guard had held. It was a standard wooden spear with spirals covering it the tip of it, four spiky curves, and an intricate nature pattern on the end.
He looked around to confirm no one had seen what he was in the process of doing. When he was sure he was alone, he then used a spell called Phase Walk which was a master level spell that allowed him to distort what he was walking through, almost as if it was ethereal, which allowed him to part through. This was on the tip of being a grandmaster spell due to it requiring a lot of concentration, but for an angel it was at least as much as he required.
He left his home from behind since he knew it was most likely heavily guarded from the front. Not enough were there for him to detect their presence, but enough so they would not be able to see him using magic or leaving a sort of presence on the edge of his ability to find life. It was harder since there were hundreds of people in the streets, even at night.
He smirked to himself as he took the narrow vine opening and followed it until he reached an opening to leave. From he jumped down and began his search for information.
As an angel, which were referred to as the chosen ones by some people in the other races, he was widely respected and feared. But in situations like these, if he was to ask around in his normal appearance it would arouse suspicion, as powerful as he was.
He was no match for a large group of sylph warriors and mages, especially since some were at a master and even grandmaster level. He also knew he had no chance against either of the two leaders: Syranna & Myra.
So it only made since that a covert operation was the way to go. As he entered the crowd of sylphs, he admired how peaceful they seemed. They were truly a lovely creation and were indeed his favourite, even more so then humans who he actually despised somewhat.
As he wondered around the area that was close to the near instant flash energy he had felt earlier, he started to feel a speck of energy that was identical to it. Angels were second to none when it came to detecting traces of magic – or magic at all really. What confirmed his suspicions was the area appeared to be well guarded.
As he approached a large vine wall covered in trees and bushes, he put on an act and called over to a single, nearby guard. The guard didn’t even hesitate as Neriel was dressed and looked like someone he knew.
The guard rushed over, following Neriel around the corner. As the guard came closer, Neriel raised his hand and used a master level stun spell that knocked the guard out cold.
Neriel then used a same level spell called ‘Binding Reigns’ which was produced ethereal chains to bind a target to the ground and not allow them to move an inch. After Neriel confirmed the elf was no threat, he used the same shapeshifting spell as before and took the stunned guard's appearance. Neriel then went on to the front and what seemed to be an entrance in the wall of vines.
He passed through easily as no one was aware that he was an intruder. The closer he got, the stronger the presence of deity magic became. That was until he reached the entrance of some ancient ruins. As he stood in front, he was stopped by two guards who had armour that didn’t even compare to his.
They wore what seemed like plate mail with intricate designs, half capes and hoods, and each brandished a short sword on their waists and a lance in their hands, which they sued to block Neriel.
"What are you doing here? Who released you from duty?" one of the guards demanded.
Neriel just smiled and laughed. “I apologize sir. I was just checking to see if everything was ok." Unfortunately, Neriel was not such a good actor and the other guard, who was more trained then Neriel, swung his weapon towards the angel. He had obviously picked up that something was wrong.
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Oh no, Neriel thought before raising his hand effortlessly and grabbing the spear as he raised a brow. "How dare you?" he demanded in an echoing voice, releasing his shifted form. The guards’ eyes widen in fear. Even they knew that Neriel was an angel who was stronger than them. Neriel also revealed his wings, which were white and quite large – each nearly more than half as tall as his own height.
Neriel used his weapon and own power to deflect the other guard’s weapon who seemed to have come to his senses and tried to hit him with the back of the tip. He also jammed his fist into the guard who had first attacked him and still seemed to not comprehend what was happening.
In nearly two seconds after revealing himself, he had beaten two guards at a master level. Neriel returned to his near emotionless state as it didn’t seem like anyone else was around. There were quite a few trees and bushes blocking the sight. But he didn’t know how long he had until someone noticed.
He entered into the ruins and was greeted by the same candle light as Myra before. The presence of the deity magic was stronger than before. He hadn’t felt someone like this since right after the demon war.
Neriel noticed the many cells and the guards inside who turned to look at him. He was greeted by surprised looks as they questioned to who he was. But he didn’t respond, he just went through them using his superior power and knocked them all out.
The prisoners also seemed to fear the angel and crept back into the darkness of their cells. But then one had reached out and grabbed the keys of the fallen main guard and began opening his cell.
Little did Neriel know, he endangered the elven city and caused an annoying skirmish. With all guards dealt with, he reached a large stone door. He touched it, but grunted quietly as he realised it was unique and most likely crafted by someone more powerful than him.
"A way to open this,” he muttered. “There has to be a way." He touched his hand against it again and began to channel his energy into it, trying to overwhelm it. Even though he knew it was hopeless, he was motivated by his promise to Abbadon.
Little did he know, that the door reacted to only the most divine. Moonwing was part of a sigil crafted by Septim, and he was an angel crafted to be more celestial than anything else other than a deity. The door responded to his divine energy. Not as quick as to Moonwing’s, but after channelling his energy enough, it began to rumble and open.
As it opened, he widened his eyes as he was met with the force of intense magic that stunned his senses. Little did he know, this room was meant to conceal all traces of the etilith shield. And since the door was opened, it overflowed his senses.
"Incredible! This is truly magnificent." He walked in while speaking, admiring the power the shield emitted. He was trembling with excitement and anxiousness. He went over and touched the flowing and ever changing rainbow like shield as he felt its immense power.
Why do the sylph have something like this? he thought to himself. He then noticed something inside the shield covered in what stone vines. "What is that?" Little did he know, it was someone capable of changing Seleria itself and one day rivalling and surpassing the gods.
Neriel knew this shield had a magic circle, just by the look on the ground, but he had questions. Why did the sylph have this? Why did they keep it a secret and lie to him? Who gave it to them? And most importantly, what was inside?
He then began to hear roars and yelling. It was faint, but his sensitive ears could pick it up. He also felt the faint magic over the etilith shield. It seemed like there was combat going on.
"Oh dear. It seems like those prisoners somehow got free. No doubt those two will show up now. I’ll have to summon Lord Abbadon." He knew he had no chance against them and it was his only hope.
His magic weapon lost its illusion and began to trail along the ground in the shape of a spear of white gold with unnatural designs. The spear left a glowing mark as Neriel trailed it in a pattern. He was forming the shape of a summoning circle. He had one shot, as this was the highest grandmaster level spell he could use at the tip of becoming hero level. He would waste all his remaining energy by doing this.
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