SWNOVELXO Chapter 55: Abomination
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"Indeed, I truly have no reason to keep attacking now…" Sargeras gave the woman a slight nod as he spoke, his tone softening, as if the hostility between them had already melted away.
The woman's tense shoulders relaxed ever so slightly — but in the very next instant, they stiffened once more, her whole body freezing in place.
"But then again…" The corners of Sargeras's lips curled faintly as his voice took a sharp turn, carrying with it a chilling, reckless edge. "I've never needed a reason to do what I want."
Before the words had even fully left his mouth, a spiral-shaped cone of silver-white light tore through the air with a whistle, erupting toward her like a spear of pure destruction.
BOOOOM...!
The explosion sent the woman flying like a ragdoll, blood spurting from her lips as her body was hurled backwards. Even her wand slipped from her grasp, tumbling helplessly through the ground.
But Sargeras himself didn't fare much better. Though he had instinctively tried to defend himself in that split-second, the backlash of the spell seemed to come out of nowhere, impossible to avoid.
Peeling opened his robes, he saw an ugly, savage wound carved across his chest. His fingers clenched tightly around his wand, the knuckles whitening from the sheer force of his grip.
Fortunately, he is more resilient than his opponent. And more importantly — his wand was still firmly in his hand.
Raising his arm, he swiftly casts a healing spell upon himself. As the spell took effect, he glanced toward his opponent — only to find that the woman's injuries were also beginning to mend, her condition slowly improving.
It seemed this cursed spell was proving to be quite the nuisance.
But at the same time, Sargeras could faintly sense the chains binding them beginning to weaken ever so slightly.
Without hesitation, he made his decision.
A ruthless glint flashed through his eyes as he abruptly turned his wand upon himself, pressing the tip firmly against his own chest.
"Buzzing Blast!"
The moment the blinding white light shot into his chest, his entire body convulsed violently from the impact. Across from him, the woman let out a shrill, agonized scream, her voice cracking with unbearable pain. The wounds that had only just begun to heal were torn open once more, fresh blood staining the ground beneath her.
Casting a quick glance at the woman now sprawled weakly on the floor, Sargeras felt certain — his guess had been correct.
"Binding yourself in your own cocoon…" Muttering softly to himself, Sargeras raised his wand once more and cast another healing charm upon his body. As the faint glow of magic seeped into his skin, both he and the woman showed signs of recovery, their injuries easing slightly.
Meanwhile, the color of the chains binding them had faded even further, the spell visibly weakening.
"Oh, I almost forgot…" A cruel smirk played at the corners of Sargeras's lips as he spoke softly, his voice laced with cold satisfaction. "There's still this—"
"Cruciatus!"
The moment the crimson light struck him, the woman's body instantly curled in upon itself. A series of inhuman wails burst from her throat, raw and piercing, the sound barely resembling that of a human voice.
Her fingers clawed desperately into the ground, nails scraping against the stone as her knuckles twisted and warped grotesquely beneath the crushing agony. It felt as though every nerve in her body had been set ablaze, every drop of blood boiling within her veins, while countless blunt blades carved into her soul, slicing it apart piece by piece with torturous slowness.
The pain defied description. It was as if her chest might burst open from within, not from ordinary pain, but from the torment of tens of thousands of searing needles stabbing into every nerve ending all at once.
Her heart clenched beneath invisible claws, crushed and twisted by their merciless grip. Each beat sent a fresh wave of agony rippling through her, layering new torment upon the last, until her entire being drowned in unbearable suffering.
Sargeras' face remained utterly blank, but the woman was already on the verge of breaking down completely.
"Seems your tolerance for pain… doesn't quite measure up to mine," Sargeras stepped closer, his tone eerily calm. Raising his wand again, he lightly tapped his own chest.
"Cruciatus!"
"Ahhh—!"
The blue rune-marked chains grew fainter still, until, with a sharp crack that rang out amidst her agonized wails, they shattered into countless fragments.
In that very instant, the threads of the Legilimency spell snaked swiftly into the woman's mind — but before Sargeras could even begin to probe her mind, a fierce, murderous intent erupted, lashing toward him like a storm.
"Corrosive Gaze!"
Sargeras didn't even bother to turn his head. Behind him, Fiendfyre Crow had already conjured a blazing barrier of flame, the magic flaring to life with practiced precision. His movements were sharp, unnaturally fast, as if he had sensed the attack before it came. Even the deadly green flash of the Killing Curse would have struggled to match that speed of reaction.
But it still wasn't enough. Almost the very moment the spell echoed through the air, a cold, numbing sensation crawled across his back. His body shifted into the form of a shadowy raven, twisting space itself as he vanished from his original position. Only when he descended from the sky did he finally catch sight of the figure that had appeared behind him.
It was a man — strikingly handsome to an unsettling degree. His cheekbones were high and sharply cut, eyes as calm and still as frozen water, carrying within them a pure, chilling indifference. Sargeras couldn't find the slightest trace of emotion upon the man's face — it was like staring at a precision-crafted instrument, standing there cold and mechanical, utterly detached.
In that fleeting moment, Sargeras stole a glance at his back. His wizard's robes had already rotted into ashes, the exposed skin beneath decaying visibly, as though eaten away by invisible poison — yet strangely enough, there was no pain at all. Only a creeping chill, spreading numb and cold across his flesh.
"Venom Reversal!"
A deep purple spell light enveloped his entire body. The festering wounds instantly gleamed with an eerie green glow.
It was a forbidden spell that converted poison into healing energy — a dangerous, double-edged technique, using venom to fight venom. Normally, he would've avoided such reckless magic, for if the spell failed, the backlash would be far more devastating than the injury itself. But today… it was different. He had prepared in advance, swallowing a few precious drops of Felix Felicis.
Across from him, the handsome man furrowed his brow ever so slightly. That tiny shift of expression made Sargeras' heart clench — not because of the man's reaction, but because, in that moment, he caught the subtle movement of the man's lips, a faint hiss, low and hoarse, slipping past them.
That raspy whisper drifted across the desolate wasteland, carried by the wind. The ground beneath their feet began to tremble with quiet, ominous unrest, and a sharp suspicion flashed across Sargeras' mind.
The man raised a pale, slender arm and swept it through the air — and in the next instant, hundreds of corpses erupted from the earth like a grotesque harvest.
Rotting hounds bared skeletal jaws, their empty eye sockets glinting with faint blue flames. Human-shaped figures, shrouded in burial cloths, dragged themselves upright, eerie will-o'-the-wisps flickering deep within their skulls. Even the colossal remains of giants clawed their way from underground, their hollow ribcages tangled with writhing nests of venomous snakes.
"Undead March!"
The man's voice was sharp and cold, like a blade scraping across stone. The entire undead army turned their heads in eerie unison, hundreds of lifeless eyes locking onto Sargeras all at once.
The corpses in the front ranks suddenly charged forward, a thick, black mist oozing from their rotting bodies, coalescing in the air into the shape of a giant, agonized human face contorted in silent screams.
Sargeras didn't hesitate for even a heartbeat. He swiftly raised his wand toward the sky, then, with a fierce swing of his arm, cast the spell—
"Meteorfall!"
A blazing meteor tore through the clouds, trailing a long, fiery tail behind it as it plummeted toward the earth with deafening force. It descended so fast that the ground beneath them had already begun to scorch and blacken before the meteor even touched down.
At that very instant, the handsome man raised his wand and pointed it at the woman. The two of them were abruptly pulled toward each other by an unseen force. The earth bulged and split apart, and a massive serpent burst forth from underground, swallowing them whole in a single gulp before slithering away at lightning speed, evading the meteor's point of impact.
"Trying to escape?"
A cold gleam flashed in Sargeras' eyes.
"Frenzied Explosion!"
The spell struck the serpent squarely at its midsection, blasting it apart with a deafening crack, its body torn into two writhing halves. In the same breath, a streak of crimson spell light swept across the air, slicing the upper half of the serpent into a rain of blood and flesh that scattered in every direction.
Through the drifting blood mist, the man reappeared, looking battered and disheveled as he clutched the woman tightly in his arms. His lips moved again, whispering in that same sibilant, serpentine tongue.
In the next instant, three venomous green snakes shot up from the ground at Sargeras' feet, coiled and ready to strike.
"Wither Flesh and Bone!"
Sargeras whipped his wand through the air, and a flash of pale grey-white light swept across the battlefield. The three venomous snakes were instantly stripped of flesh and muscle, their bodies reduced to bleached skeletons that clattered to the ground like brittle sticks.
But the threat wasn't over yet.
From every direction, more enormous snakes were slithering toward him, their bodies as thick as barrels, their vertical pupils glowing with eerie purple flames that flickered deep within their eyes.
Sargeras stood motionless, staring at the approaching horde of giant serpents. His expression remained cold and unmoving, not the faintest ripple of emotion disturbing the calm on his face. His lips parted, and he spoke four quiet, chilling words.
"Stars Fall!"
The sky darkened abruptly, as though the heavens themselves had collapsed. In the next instant, hundreds of blazing meteors tore through the clouds, their long, fiery tails scorching the sky as they rained down upon the battlefield like the wrath of the gods.
This was the forbidden spell that had once flattened the goblin fortress known as the Black Iron City in the year 1717. A terrifying incantation so powerful that it traditionally required seven skilled wizards casting in perfect unison, all standing atop the ancient ruins of an astronomical observatory, just to attempt it.
Yet now, Sargeras had cast it effortlessly, as though it were nothing more than a simple parlor trick.
The air was saturated with the stench of destruction. Everywhere the eye could see, fiery meteors crashed to the earth, their impact devastating and merciless, reducing everything in sight to scorched rubble.
Seizing the brief opening between the falling stars, Sargeras raised his wand once more and swept it through the air..
"Accio Corpses!"
The shattered remains of the serpents and undead began to stir, drawn toward him as though pulled by invisible strings. Their blood spilled into the air, weaving together like crimson threads, twisting and knotting themselves into strange, unsettling runes that pulsed with dark energy.
"Flesh and Blood Forging!"
The broken corpses twisted and fused together, bones grinding with a stomach-turning crunch, sinew melding into sinew as they were forced into a new, grotesque form.
This was yet another infamously wicked piece of forbidden magic — a dark transfiguration so vile that it had been explicitly outlawed by the International Confederation of Wizards. A horrifying spell that forcefully fused the flesh and blood of multiple creatures into one monstrous war beast.
And Sargeras… used it as casually as if it were nothing.
Within mere seconds, the ground shuddered, and from the tangled heap of corpses, an eighty-foot-tall abomination of flesh and blood rose into the air. Its massive body resembled that of a giant, yet it bore the wings of a fire-breathing dragon, the slithering tentacles of an octopus, and the heads of countless different creatures fused grotesquely along its shoulders and spine.
Each head wailed in unending agony, their tortured cries laced with the desperate howls of every lifeform that had been unwillingly fused into this monstrous being.
Sargeras stood proudly upon the behemoth's broad shoulders, his black robes snapping in the scorching winds, his gaze sharp and cruel as he looked down upon the disheveled pair below.
A cold, merciless smile curled at the corner of his lips.
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