“That’s right! Even if you manage to capture the fort, the eruption will… destroy it and make sure it becomes an… Elven fort again.” Her words slowed as she realized that Havoc didn’t appear concerned at all. “Why aren’t you trying to stop me?”
“I’m just… I’m so happy that we get to die together, and come back together.” Havoc’s words sent a chill down the spine of everyone hearing them. “Together again as my greatest enemy is better than a lifetime apart as the most honorable race. Success… it is truly its own reward, Francine.”
“You’re up to something, and I won’t let you do it. Whatever it is.” The spell in front of Elfreeda shifted slightly, condensing and firing as a finger-thick beam. It pierced right through the Havoc-golem, right above the bridge of his nose. It exited his back, and swept upward like a sword slicing through butter.
“Feel better?” Havoc’s ability to speak after being almost cleanly sliced in half made Joe feel like he was in a horror movie. The two sides started melding back together, and Havoc continued speaking as if nothing had happened. He took slow, careful steps toward the flying Elf. “I replaced my brain years ago. It was such an imperfect memory storage device.”
“But… your path forward would have been…!” Elfreeda’s voice was frantic as she tried to think of a way to destroy him. Her face stilled, and shifted in a way that Joe could understand clearly. She had decided on something.
“The path of the Sage was closed to me, but all that needs to happen is a single death and resurrection to reopen it. Sure, I can’t progress, but a Sage already stands on the first rank of GoleMaster. Enchanter, too. Everyone thinks it would be empty, since it is such a hard path… but no. Of course, there is always a final trial that keeps them from progressing.”
Joe was yanked closer as Havoc blasted forward, the movement of such a huge body at that speed causing an implosion of air in the enclosed space. Havoc appeared again next to Elfreeda, slapping her out of the air and into the ground. To the credit of the powerful building, she simply bounced and skidded along instead of breaking through the crystal flooring. War golems in the shape of her once-people swarmed over her, and the smoke in the area concentrated until it had all coalesced on her.
For a long, long moment, Joe thought it was over. Then the Prismatic Evergreen itself intervened, and a perfect column of light stretched from the base to the crown of the room, centered on Elfreeda. Every light-generating element seemed to be a part of the column. Fire, lightning, radiation, anything that made light was a part of the torrent. An eruption followed a fusion reaction, until finally, the light turned soft and Elfreeda stepped out, in pristine health and garb. Her clothes, skin, and eyes had been bleached by the light, creating an albino effect that could only be matched by a snowman.
“Oh? That’s a one-time effect, I’m sure. Too bad, You might have enjoyed the life of a golem. Until we reached the capital, of course.” Havoc’s voice was still soft and oddly cajoling. “I suppose you’ll just have to lose the levels, then.”
Havoc loomed above Elfreeda, his fists hammering down to end her. They impacted a dome of light, and she gasped in pain. With a push, the dome stabilized and her hands began flying into different seals and positions. “This cannot happen. You seem to think that you’d survive mentally as an Elf… there must be something you know.”
“That’s… no, Francine!” Havoc was studying her hands, and his face shifted to reveal a terrible fury. An additional set of arms grew out of the top of the golem, blades affixed to the ends instead of fists. All four appendages flailed against the protective dome, and after the first few… cracks began to appear.
“This will delay the eruption, and force your people to perish in a panic instead of swiftly, but so be it. Your mind cannot be trusted, as an enemy or ally!” Francine’s words seemed ritualistic, as if she were chanting instead of speaking. Her voice was an edict, a proclamation that a king would be hard pressed to match in tone or authority. “Your people have been chanting their thirst for war crimes? Fine! Let them taste a war crime, starting with you!”
“Francine! Don’t you dare!” Havoc’s weapons landed, and a chunk of the dome shattered. He focused in on that spot even as she completed the spell. “Francine! You listen to Daddy!”
All around them, energy was pulled from the Prismatic Evergreen and siphoned into a massive spell circle that centered under the golem. The building began to break down as it was cannablized to feed the spell, but Havoc never stopped slamming the dome protecting the alabaster Elf. She didn’t seem to mind at all. “Forbidden Art Resplendent Trap: Nostrum of Progressive Eradication!”
All movement stopped. All sounds halted. Black lines appeared over the entirety of Havoc's body, but rapidly flowed toward his face. “Good bye, Havoc. A thousand years in a mental illusion, introspection without stimulation, will either fix your broken mind or grind it away to nothing. Either way… fortress command, imprison target upon death.”
Elfreeda stood fully erect, allowing the final shards of her protective dome to fizzle out of existence. “Time to end this war. I’ve been looking forward to a large influx of troops, and the promised rewards will bring my research to the heights I’ve been dreaming of for years. Sure, the loss of the shapers and their research into environmental energy supplies was a blow, but I’ll have all the time in Eternium
