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KingofSerpents
As it turned out, the cloaked figure Xen and The Storyteller had been following, was just a boy fearing for his life. Things started to feel a little bit off.
"P-Please! Don't hurt me! I just barely escaped!" The boy pleaded. She couldn't help but pity him. But then begged the question. Where was the monster? Her question was soon answered as she heard an unfamiliar female voice near Laina.
"They had to go and choose to capture him instead of killing on site. What a pity. I would have far preferred they kill that one for me." said the strange woman, whose smiling face was only an inch away from the mage's. Everything kind of pieced together the moment the woman mentioned 'eating' and her abdomen became a massive maw. Zenovia wanted to scream and run away, but her body felt like it had been paralyzed by fear. Thankfully, The Storyteller shoved her out of the way. She fell to the ground with the grace of a sack of potatoes.
She slow recovered from the sudden turn of events as Laina came to her aid. "We might have to go if we don't want to be caught up in the midst of this" Laina warned nervously. The wood elf understood the girl's reaction to all of this. She too wanted to leave. But such a monster couldn't be handled alone. She wasn't sure how capable Xen and The Storyteller were at fighting. Capable enough to repel the monster if only for a moment. "I think.. I should help them." She replied simply.
They needed something more.. A way to stop the monster in it's tracks. She didn't want to kill them, even if she knew how. The thought of blood on her hands wasn't pleasant.
She remembered a scene from her training. Her mentor was teaching her different ways to control the spirits. "The spirits are a heavier burden than you might think." Her mentor had once said. Of course, this wasn't meant to be taken in a literal sense, but it just might work that way in this instance. Zenovia got to her feet, planting the staff into the ground in front of her, one hand holding it and the other hovering above the head. She began to mutter incoherent words, one might say it sounded like 'voodoo'. Her eyes began to glow slightly as she spoke.
Visible blue streams of light burst from the bottom of the staff, surging forward like snakes. They entered the building where the monster had was, wrapping themselves around their ankles like crawling vines, weighing them down.