In that moment I probably was one if not the luckiest living being.

My mana ran out the exact moment the golden green flames came to a halt. But I didn't feel any urgency, the spawn is probably suffering from the backlash of using a heavenly right.

Sadly my exhausted mind didn't include that this godforsaken thing had also water mana.

Aqua Draco rugiert (roar of the water dragon)

Ah, shit.

I flooded my veins with adrenaline in order to move my breaking down body. I dove down, avoiding the stream of water that smashed the rocks it hit to sand. I keept moving in a single smooth arch which the stream couldn't keep up with.

Then my luck ran out.

An ethereal glowing tentacle clung to me, forcing me to stay in place. Panic swept over me as I thrashed and struggled but my body, empty of mana, couldn't hurt the phantom.

After what felt like the most dreadful eternity I might ever feel the stream caught up. The phantom was torn to shredds and so was my lower body.

The powerful stream launched my upper body into the stone wall, leaving me motionless in a crater.

I... achieved a lot. Most mimics couldn't even gather half of the mass that I have. Its also unheard of for a mimic to use magic which just confirms that I succeeded in life.

And what happens to those who succeed in life?

They die.

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So will I.

But not today.

I've been trying to do this like a man, which was wrong.

I'm no man, I'm so much more.

I looked into the spawns eyes, I looked at the horde of mindless undead and with a scoff I disappeared.

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Two young humans were helping load one of the many ships.

"Say Will, is there something you're afraid of?"

"Hmm? What do mean Phil?"

"That feeling you feel when looking down from a cliff or when the headmaster is scolding us."

Will put down a barrel full of ale, it doesn't taste good but is safe to drink and can be used to treat wounds.

"Oh well, that's a hard one. I have to think about it, what 'bout you Phil?"

Phil put a box full of beef jerky ontop the other boxes of rations.

"I fear becoming old n' weak, I fear no longer being able to hurl logs n' stones, I fear becoming to old to be a warrior."

Will chuckled, that was a pointless fear for a warrior. Mages can leghten their lifespans by cultivating their mana cores living up to thousands of years with eternal youth but as a warrior the life expectancies is around 25 years.

Will then grabbed a crate full of enchanted gear and lifted it with a grunt.

"I fear what I don't know there is. I fear what might just drop me dead out of nowhere. I fear what can take away a honorary death from me."

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After the mimics disappearance all went still.

Then a phantom disappeared, the spawn looked over but couldn't find anything. Fine.

Invenire vivere (find live)

...

Nothing

Then another phantom disappeared, no matter what the spawn did it couldn't find what was killing the phantoms. Then the spawn noticed that the runes startet to dissappear as well.

They keept dissappearing until no runes were left, until, no wraiths remained, until the phantoms were all gone.

Then, the spawn started to dissappear.

Mauis Celestial ius occidere (the greater heavenly right to kill)

Golden flames with a green hue spread through the area with a howling roar erasing all live in the area.

It hit nothing.

Maximum Celestial ius occidere (heavenly execution order)

A golden pulse chased through a ten Kilometer radius removing all that lives.

But it didn't help.

"Ccckkkhhhhrrraaa!"

The spawn screeched as the backlash of two heavenly spells tore at its body, golden chains twisting it in funny angles, well not so funny for him.

Then, just like all its breatheren, it disappeared.