Iode stood on his feet with his sword circling around him in the air. The dark magicians were startled and surprised, they were sure that the building was enchanted so that they only could cast magic but Iode summoned a weapon and he is controlling it.
They panicked a bit and wanted to pause the ritual, however, their leader Myrtle, brought them to attention.
Iode brought his sword to his hand. Like he did when he was tied up, he drew the mana from his mana vessel and mana pool to the upper part of his body and directed it to his hand, his fingers where he made contact with the sword.
He breathe in and out slowly and gently and imbued the mana into the sword, the weapon of which began to glow brightly.
Without wasting time he slashed the sword into the air and a large purple energy shot out of it, cutting through the air with a half moon shaped slash.
His attack hits the dark magicians, however, they seem to be protected by something. An almost invisible plasma membranous shield outline around their bodies and protected them from the slash attack.
"Mana shield?!". Iode said startled.
"Continue with the ritual, I'll deal with him myself". Myrtle said.
"Iode Zenivia so you call yourself now, would it do you any bad to just surrender willingly there is no point in fighting back ". She said.
"Bullshit! I'll die fighting rather than just give up". Iode replied.
"Seems those stickman ideology of warrior's death has gotten to your head, not that it matters. I'll tell you two facts about myself that is unknown to the populace "Myrtle said.
"The first is I was the 23rd Archmage of the wizard tribe"
"What?"
"Believe it or not, I was once a leader of this tribe, and with it, I gained knowledge that not even magi's would have access to, I tried a lot of experiment, collected essence of different successors of the original five. I've managed to abduct and try to use some of them for this same ritual we are doing now but I've always failed and get apprehended eventually.
Each time I tried the ritual on different successors of different members of the original five, I've failed, do you know why, it because the predecessors, the original five included protected their successors from me.
All these made me got to know that the popular notion that the successors of the original five don't have knowledge of their predecessors a blatant lie, infact, I know that you would have made contact with Igor at least once. Because of my constant failure to have a successful breakthrough, it led to the second fact".
"The second is I am not a high level mage, no I am not an eleven star mage that I made people to believe. You see, I am the first person in the wizard tribe who is not a member of the original five and their successors to become a legendary mage, yes I'm a twelve star mage ". Myrtle said.
She brought from her chest an hologram of atom-like structure with twinkling globes in the shape of stars orbiting a central globe glowing green.
"Do you see that, it a complete twelve star orbiting my mana vessel, seeing this, I guess know how much trouble you are in". Myrtle said coldly.
Iode's face was frozen from both shock and fear, he is a nine star mage, an advanced level mage, he is totally outclassed. Even if he was allowed to use magic in the premises, he would not have any chance.
High level mages which are the 10 and 11 stars are mages with extra ordinary powers that some believes to rival a god, so how much more would a twelve star mage be — a literal god?
"Igor, I think we might have pushed our luck a little bit too far". Iode said.
"I couldn't agree more". Igor replied.
"You too are a legendary mage, the first one at that, you gotta do something, I'm outclassed in every way possible, skill, power, intelligence, name it, I'm nothing but a Cannon folder to her ". Iode said.
"While there is something I could do, I don't think it would be enough to put her down and also, I'll need some time to get ready, so keep her busy till then ". Igor replied.
"I'm toast ". He said. He held his sword tightly in his hands and stared directly at Myrtle. "At least I till have mana on my side ".
He directed mana to his lower part of his body, with that, he lept explosively at Myrtle and strikes her with his sword. However to Myrtle his act just now is nothing but a hopeless struggle to get free, she was totally unfazed with his strike because it never reached her, the plasma membrane was shielding her.
"I'll end this very quickly. Shadow domain: throne of malevolence". Everything and everywhere around Iode became pitch black. He looks around frantically to get what was going on, only to see Myrtle sitting on a large obsidian chair carved to look intimidating with horn-like structure sticking out on all part of the seat.
The seat was mounted on a large pile of bone-like materials. She sat on the seat with emotionless gaze looking at Iode. She swiped her index finger casually, however, Iode could see himself lying on the ground.
It was then he had a sensation that he could not feel his legs anymore and a sharp pain followed. Iode screamed as the pain pangs him.
"What the hell, I got hit without knowing what hit me, she only swiped her finger and I lost my legs, she's in total control of this place no doubt but... AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!".
"Just go to sleep ". She said, this time, she swiped her index finger downwards and something hits Iode however, a loud explosion came upon impact.
From the impacted area, Iode stood with his two legs a beautifully colored gown shrouded on him, runes of basic literations were inscribed on his clothing, his face was painted with a black colored tattoo that shimmered lowly in purple and extends to his neck and the remainder of his body.
Around his body, inscriptions of holographic runes was swirling around him from the ground. Throughout his entire body, purple glow enveloped him, his hair became disheveled and it looks as if they were floating.
"Enough playtime missy, you can defile my successor no longer, we will stop your malevolence of destruction and impede your summoning ". Iode said.
"Oh, about time you came out to protect your successor like the rest, Igor Zenivia ". Myrtle grinned...