A short chapter, but i had no choice but to end it because it was the end of the episode. I'll try to make up for it in the next chapter
A warning though i didnt spent long editing this so i'm sorry for any mistakes
I apologize in advance bc i dont know how to write sword fighting scenes. i tried my best lmao
REWRITE EDIT: i tried my best but this chapter is still very very very VERY weak. I remembered this chapter being much better than it actually was for some reason so imagine my surprise when i came back to edit it and it was hot garbage. Anyway. I had probably the worst time ever editing this lol
After the blackness of night spent in Redstonia and the sun blooming on the horizon over the temple, the rays spread its gold over the mountains like honey. The frosty morning brought frigid dew to bejewel the cobwebs and grass, dripping off the needles of pine trees like miniature balls of glass basking in the rosy glow of the new sun.
In the sunlight, the mountain peaks were a celebration of greys; from sweet blue-slate to silver-white, dressed in evergreens right up to their crowns of snow.
The long trek to the mountains had left everyone exhausted, the group hunkering down for a nap once more upon their early arrival at the golden doors that signaled the entrance to Soren's domain. Their current place of encampment was a room made of blue terracotta and chiseled quartz, raw glowstone hanging from the ceiling by thick chains. A long walkway led from the doors to a high set of stairs that presumably went further into the mountain.
Jesse was tired of sleeping on the ground. Her back ached in ways she didn't know it could ache and the coldness of the floor had soaked into her skin leaving her teeth chattering. The others didn't seem to be faring any better, especially poor Axel and Petra, who had no means of insulation aside from Axel's thin hoodie and Petra's own thickly clothed chest armor, her freckled legs mostly bare. She had been coughing all throughout their nap as well, leaving Jesse worried that she may have managed to get sick from her lack of insulation.
Freezing and miserable, they rose from their short sleep and huddled close together as they climbed their way up the stairs.
They were met with a second gold door, this one on the other side of a deep trench intersected only by high columns from which Jesse assumed they were supposed to jump. Rushing water was audible from either side of the expansive dark room, and she shivered just thinking about what the icy mountain water would feel like against her skin.
"Yeeaah… I'm really not feeling those columns." Lukas spoke up, breaking the silence that had long gone on since they had awoken.
"Same," Jesse mumbled.
"Aw come on! It's fine!" Magnus yelled, apparently high enough in spirit to smile at them from where he had jumped from the doorway they stood in to the first column. "Look!"
That was enough for Axel, who chased after him, pursued by Olivia, Petra, and then Lukas.
Jesse looked between the gap in front of her and a worried looking Reuben, her face scrunching up in uncertainty as the group carried on without them.
"Just… don't fall, okay?" She said to the small pig, backing up and getting ready to make a running jump. She was stopped, however, by Reuben scurrying up into her arms, giving her chin a lick, and seemingly satisfied with his new position. Jesse rolled her eyes.
"Fine," She relented.
Taking a few steps back once again, she ran and jumped, shoving off the edge of the platform with her boots and grunting at the added weight of Reuben. She landed on the other side without incident.
Pausing, she peeked over the edge of the column she stood on.
"Ohhh, that is deep," She laughed a little nervously, "That is very very deep."
The rest of the group, sans her, Reuben, and Lukas, had made it to the heavy looking doors on the other side and pushed it open with great difficulty, leaving just the three of them in the dark room.
She jumped about four of five of the columns before she had her first mishap, landing just short of the edge and tilting backward with Reuben's added weight.
"Oh, no. Oh, no no no no—" She waved an arm out in front of her as if there would be something to grab and steady herself with. She was met, obviously, with nothing but air and fell back off the pillar. Yelling, she folded her arm over her head as she realized she wouldn't have time to twist around and land on her feet. She hit the ground with a thud, all the air leaving her lungs in a single breath as her brain bounced around in her skull from its impact against the ground. Pushing herself up, she tried to suck in a gulp of air but found she couldn't. The wind had quite literally been knocked out of her.
Reuben struggled out of her tight hold and pressed his nose against her neck, the cold shock making her breathe in a gulp full of air.
Her breathing back to normal, she gave him a pet behind his soft ears, "Thanks, bud."
He oinked happily, hopping from his position on top of her and onto the ground, cloven hooves clicking against the stone.
Pushing herself up, she stood, promptly freezing in place. The dark ashen figure of an Enderman stood only two yards away, tearing a chunk of quartz out from a column. Pitch black veins ran up and down its figure like dark vines on an oak, and shimmering purple debris trailed after it like someone was shaking purple glitter off it. Jesse immediately looked away as it turned towards her, the girl grabbing Reuben and edging them behind one of the thick pillars.
She nearly screamed when a blonde form dropped and landed face first next to her. She calmed her heart as she realized it was only Lukas. He groaned and held his head as he got to his knees. Jesse quickly moved to help him up, setting Reuben on the ground.
"Oh my god, are you okay?" She asked in concern, looking him over. He had a bright red mark on his forehead from where he hit the ground but otherwise appeared intact.
"Uh, yeah. Yeah, no I'm fine," He sniffed, straightening his leather jacket after he let her pull him up. He absently rubbed his forehead, glancing at her. "I heard you and thought I would come down to help,"
Jesse crossed her arms at him and raised a single eyebrow.
"Yep. That's uh, what happened." He smiled nervously under her gaze.
It was kinda clear he fell, but Jesse decided not to bring it up seeing as how it likely only happened in the first place because he was trying to come back for her.
Lukas seemed to sigh in relief when she dropped her arms back to her sides, shedding the unconvinced look from her face.
He caught sight of the Enderman behind the column and moved further into the shadow of the pillar they were behind, dragging Jesse with him.
"Endermen…" He breathed.
"Yeah, I know," Jesse shook his hand off hers. Noticing that once she actually looked around there were much more of the black creatures than she had previously thought, "There's so many. I didn't think they came in groups that… big."
"Me neither."
"Hey, thanks for coming back for me," She punched his arm.
"Oh, uh, no problem," He rubbed his shoulder where she had hit him. Opening his mouth to speak, he stopped, freezing in place and staring over her shoulder.
"Lukas?" Jesse asked. He merely pointed.
Looking behind her, she cried out when she was met with an Enderman standing barely a foot from her, black jaw dropped open and revealing its blunt teeth as it began to emit a sound that sounded like hundreds of horrible buzzing bees.
Jesse yanked Lukas back and began running, dragging the boy behind her as he stared slack-jawed at the Enderman teleporting neurotically behind them, each teleport closer than the last. Glowing purple eyes lit up all around them as the Endermen were alerted of the intruders one by one.
Jesse and Lukas's shoulders were shoved together as they ran through a tight gap between two close columns, screeching to a halt at a massive drop down to a roaring river below. Without thinking Jesse jumped, pulling Lukas with her and was soon submerged in freezing cold water.
Guess she didn't have to imagine what the mountain water would feel like against her skin anymore.
She remerged, breaking through the surface and gasping in air from the sudden shock of the glacial liquid, wiping away strands of hair that stuck to her face. She held tightly onto Lukas's elbow in the dark so the current wouldn't rip them apart.
"Wait, Reuben! Where's Reuben!?" Jesse looked around frantically, wet locks that had escaped from her braid slapping against her cheeks as she turned her head this way and that, terrified that he had jumped in and was drowning somewhere but she couldn't see, "He doesn't know how to swim!"
"There!" Lukas pointed, drawing Jesse's attention to a cowering Reuben on the ledge.
"Reuben! Jump!" She cried. "I'll catch you!"
He squealed in distress, looking from side to side before pushing off the edge with his hooves and landing belly first in the water with a sizable splash. Jesse grabbed hold of him, pulling him close as the current dragged them further down the canal.
They plummeted suddenly and Jesse found herself falling, looking down at the water below her closing in fast as she instinctively let go of Lukas to hold onto Reuben protectively. Hitting the frigid surface, she held Reuben tight, blindly looking around for Lukas through the water in her eyes only to be grabbed and pulled towards a warm body. Wiping her eyes and confirming Lukas's location, she shrugged him off so she could yank off her jacket. It had become like a lead weight and was dragging her down with all the water soaked into it.
"Come on, this way!" Lukas called. Jesse nodded, wiping the hair from her face once more and swimming after him with one arm, Reuben held securely to her side in her other as she silently mourned the loss of her jacket.
The voices of Magnus and Ellegaard grew clearer and clearer the closer she got to the stone shore of the vast body of water. Vines dangled from the high ceiling, grazing against her cheeks as she swam onward. Bats circled overhead, and as the vines parted a large golden effigy of the amulet currently strung around her neck became visible, mounted high up against the stone of the wall. There were four massive statues of each of the members, squaring the area in, Ellegaard's accented with redstone blocks, Gabriel's with diamond, Soren's with gold, and Magnus's with emerald.
She trudged up the shore, setting Reuben down and squeezing out her loose braid that felt ready to fall apart.
"That's it, I'm going," She heard Ellegaard say, the woman turning on her heel and walking out a passageway marked with redstone blocks. "Once again it falls to me to take care of everything. I'll find this super TNT myself."
"Oh no no no, you do not get to be the one who gets to walk away!" Magnes yelled, "That's it! I'm going!"
He began making his way towards a similar passage on the opposite side accentuated by emerald blocks. "See? I'm walking away too now! Super TNT, here I come!"
Jesse stood at the shore with Lukas and Reuben, sighing and looked after them as she rubbed her forehead in mild exasperation.
"It's hard to pick glass half full when they keep knocking the glass over," Olivia remarked after a stretch of silence.
"And I thought they were doing so well," Lukas said, he and Jesse joining the group.
"They've got… issues to work through," Jesse sighed, fighting the urge to roll her eyes, "But hopefully they'll work things out and we can get on with the important stuff."
"What're we going to do now? Where do we even go from here?" Olivia asked.
Petra came up behind Jesse as the group chattered amongst themselves, startling her when she tapped her on the shoulder and cleared her throat. She was still a little jumpy from the Endermen.
"Petra?" Jesse looked her over. She looked ashen. "Are you okay?"
"I'm sorry, I don't mean to worry you," She rubbed her covered arm, "I've just got something I want to discuss with you in private."
Petra looked pointedly at the rest of the group who had stopped talking and were looking back with varying degrees of curiosity.
"Let's split up for now," Jesse said as the other girl gently began pulling her down a hallway marked with diamond blocks.
"If you're sure," Olivia said.
"I'm sure," Jesse called over her shoulder, "We'll go this way, you guys go that way. We'll meet up back here if we find anything."
Splitting up from the group, they walked in silence down the dark stone hallway, rounding a corner as Jesse looked at Petra's back with worry, Reuben trailing behind her.
Petra stopped walking, standing there for a moment like she was reluctant to turn around and face Jesse, "I feel bad for ditching everybody, but I just… wanted to talk to you about this alone."
"What's going on, Petra?" Jesse asked, placing a hand on her shoulder and quickly retracting it when Petra hissed in pain.
"Sorry, sorry!" Jesse waved her hands out in front of her.
"No no, it's fine. Don't worry about it." She assured, turning to face her, "This thing… It's a little tough to talk about."
"Hey, whatever it is, I trust you. You can talk to me about whatever." Jesse hesitated before giving Petra's other hand a light pat, figuring that would be okay.
Petra smiled slightly, "Thanks for being so understanding."
Reuben pressed his snout against the other girl with a warble, making her grin a little and reach down to pet him.
Leaning back up from where she had been scratching Reuben's chin, she looked to Jesse, "You got me away from the wither storm, but I'm worried I didn't get away soon enough."
"What…?" Jesse asked quietly
Petra released a breath that fogged up in the cold mountain air, and slowly rolled her compression sleeve up.
Jesse's breath caught in her throat at the sight before her.
Her arm looked deeply bruised, but with a dark grey color blossoming across her pale skin instead of purple. Intense, ashen veins erupted across the smooth expanse of skin, and Jesse found herself nearly reaching out to run her fingers over them. She stopped herself though, moving her hands to her middle where she worried them together
"It showed up not too long after you saved me," Petra said, flickering her eyes from her grotesque looking arm and Jesse, gauging her reaction.
"Oh… oh my god…" She breathed. "Petra, what is this? What's wrong with your arm?"
"Do you know what Wither is?" Petra asked, looking at Jesse with a discerning eye.
Jesse furrowed her eyebrows, "The Wither? Of course, we've been—"
"No, Jesse." Petra interrupted, "Just Wither. Or Wither sickness, I guess."
Jesse shook her head no, feeling a little helpless.
"Well, I feel like this is just gonna keep getting worse." Petra delicately touched her exposed arm, wincing a little.
Reuben moved to lick at Petra's good hand, trilling and looking up at her with sad eyes.
"We're going back and telling the others," Jesse said with a hint of finality in her voice. "We can get help for this."
She turned to walk the way they came, but Petra grabbed her by the hand and pulled her back
"You can't tell anyone about this, Jesse." She hissed.
She opened her mouth to disagree with her but was cut off by a wheezing noise reverberating down the hall behind them. The two girls turned around to find a Creeper no less than two feet from them, its abdomen expanding and blinking out light.
Petra wasted no time in dragging Jesse away with a strong arm as the Creeper blew its fuse, casting rocks in every direction and blowing a gaping hole in the stone brick floor. Jesse had been too close though, and a piece of stone hit her square in the face, making her stumble backward into the chasm. She caught herself on the edge of the floor with one arm, her fingers already beginning to slip.
"Here, grab my hand!" She heard Petra yell over the panicked squeals of Reuben, "I'll pull you up!"
Jesse reached for Petra with her free hand, missing the first few times before making contact and grabbing hold. she began tugging her up, and Jesse was almost high enough to pull herself up the rest of the way when Petra's arm suddenly spasmed and the ginger let go with a yell of pain. It was only then that Jesse realized she had been trying to use her bad arm.
She fell and landed harshly on her back for the second time that day, hissing and rubbing her head where it had collided firmly with the stone ground beneath her. She appeared to be in a new passageway, this one just as dark as the first. The walls around her were crumbling, and it was littered with holes that appeared to fall into a dark abyss. More realistically, it was probably just another hallway below, but Jesse couldn't tell. She thanked whatever gods were out there that she didn't fall through one.
She opened her eyes, not realizing she had even closed them, to see Petra peeking her head over the hole with her face in her hands, her voice muffled, "Jesse, I just couldn't—I'm sorry!"
Reuben appeared next to her, whining as Petra continued to yell down to her. Jesse's vision was blurry, her hearing muffled as she pushed herself up and nearly stumbled over. Her head felt dizzy and her ears were ringing like whistles. She would barely understand what Petra was saying. She could hear the words leaving her lips, but couldn't connect any meanings back to them. Just how hard had she hit her head?
Finally, her brain worked through the fuzziness and her temporary loss of all vocabulary.
"Jesse? Jesse! Are you all right? Are you hurt?" Petra yelled, "Jesse!?"
"I'm—I'm fine!" She called up, hand on her head as she shook herself. "Go and find the others! Hopefully you can find a way to get down to me or something!"
Petra nodded, standing up and looking to Reuben, "Okay, I got this."
"You do, you got this," Jesse encouraged.
"Stay safe," Petra said earnestly, "I'll find a way down to you!"
Reuben made a fussy noise, looking unwilling to leave Jesse.
"Reuben I'll be fine, go after Petra!" Jesse urged, shooing him off with a hand as the other prodded at the sizable lump on the back of her head.
He made an unhappy noise but obliged, turning from the hole to catch up with Petra. And suddenly, Jesse was alone. In the dark.
"I didn't really think this through." She muttered, looking around. The light emanating from her shirt glowed against the underside of her face, shining over her features as she pulled it out. The lapis, garnet, and emerald were lit up, casting an eerie multicolored glow over her surroundings.
"Okay," she blew out a breath, removing the amulet from around her neck and holding it out, letting it act as a guiding light.
She skirted around the holes, telling herself like a mantra that she would be fine, she had a sword and a bow with a couple of arrows, nothing would happen to her.
Hopping over a pile of dusty rubble and coughing when she kicked up debris in the process, she continued on. She searched around for any discarded torches, the flint and steel a comforting weight in her pocket, but found nothing.
Reaching a doorway, she turned a corner and dropped the amulet in her pocket as she found a glowing light emitting from the end of the long hallway stretched out front of her. Passing through the long expanse of stone, she entered an extensive library filled with glowstone perched on long wooden posts. Hanging in the center of the room was an enormous wood-based chandelier of glowstone, lighting up the room with a cozy gleam.
The cases were filled with thick, ancient volume and tomes, stacks of dusty books overtaking the dark corners of the expansive room that was covered in equally dusty cobwebs. Jesse silently wondered how you would even reach some of the books she could see, the shelves reaching all the way to the old looking stone ceiling.
In the center of the room, the floor became a mosaic of iron, redstone, emerald, and diamond, all encrusted by a circle of obsidian and gold and dotted in the center with lapis lazuli, forming a huge depiction of the amulet currently in her pocket. Curiously, she whipped away the dust covering a square of diamond, met with her reflection. She stared for a long moment, taking in her exhausted expression and messy hair, absently pushing back flyaway hairs. She thought for a moment before rolling up her overall plants, looking over the splotchy, fading bruises over her legs, looking back at her reflection and curiously touching the small square of gauze over the shell of her ear. It stung, but not as much as before. She pondered peeling it off to assess how well it was healing when a distant sound caught her attention. Narrowing her eyes, she made her way up a short set of stairs blocked in my two high pillars, the open doorway the stairs led to notably much smaller in comparison.
The room was dim, appearing to be a smaller library of enchanting, chests lining the walls with rows upon rows of shelves covered with potions that looked like they hadn't been touched in centuries. Distantly, she wondered if it was possible for potions to expire. The empty spaces of wall were covered with maps of the likes Jesse had never seen before, and a table of thick quartz lay centered in the middle of the room. She nearly knocked over a row of dusty golden swords leaning up against a metal rack, backing away just in time as she watched the rack sway precariously.
Her ears were ringing still and slightly muffled, she really must've hit her head harder than she thought, but she could vaguely make out a voice coming from a dark figure against the far wall.
"He must have something useful in here, he has to! Why must he have so many books?" the voice muttered, "Was he just… collecting them? He can't have read all of these…"
"Um, hello?" Jesse called. The figure jumped, swinging around and brandishing a lantern like it was a weapon, lighting up their face in the process. Jesse was met with Ivor's sunken face.
He dropped the book he was holding to point at her dramatically, "You!"
"You!" Jesse hissed, pointing right back.
"Trying to interfere with my plans again, I see." He stalked towards her, setting the lantern down over the table, "Your tenacity is commendable, yet misguided. You found your way in here, so now you may find it back out again. Immediately."
"What are you doing down here?" Jesse roughly poked her finger against the man's chest.
"Being rudely interrupted by you, clearly," He rolled his eyes, pushing her finger away, "And what, may I ask, are you doing here?"
"I'm here with the Order to find Soren's super TNT—" She replied, belatedly realizing she probably shouldn't be giving away information so easily.
"The Order?" He snorted, "Believe me, that plan will blow up in their faces in more ways than one. They cannot help you. But me? I choose not to."
"You know what? We don't have time for this, we have the same goal—!"
He shoved her aside, making her stumble. "Out of my way."
Her face heated up in anger and she reached out to grab him by his olive robes, stopping when she heard a new voice.
"Oh, you're not going anywhere." Petra drew her golden sword, Reuben at her side. She held the blade even, the gold level with her nose.
"P-Petra?" He sputtered as he slowly backpedaled, "You escaped?"
He backed into the rack of swords, feeling around behind him with a thin hand before grabbing the handle of a blade and drawing it out in front of him defensively.
Petra didn't waste any time. She bounded forwards, clashing her sword against Ivor's as they began exchanging blows, Jesse backing up to Reuben's side.
Ivor smirked a little, "You know—"
"Shut up! I don't care what you have to say," Petra said, eyes steely.
"Petra, we should let the order decide, they'll know what to do—" Jesse tried to say.
"That kind of justice is too good for this monster," Petra said, not even sparing her a glance.
Feeling rather useless, Jesse drew her own sword, coming up behind Ivor and blocking him in. She reeled back, hitting him across the abdomen with the smooth side of her blade while he was distracted with Petra, unwilling to actually hurt him. He doubled over and fell onto his back harshly from the sizable weight of the stone blade. Petra, however, seemed to have no such qualms with hurting him like Jesse did, as she began to viciously swipe at his feet with her blade, the older man kicking away from her.
"I'm the only one who can stop the Wither storm!" He yelled, using the table to help himself to his feet, "Not you, not the Order!"
Jesse and Petra stood side by side, slowly advancing on him, Reuben watching from behind.
"Don't make yourselves the villain in my story," Ivor said lowly, scowling at the two girls.
Jesse lunged forwards, but Ivor was ready to counter her, easily blocking her swing. They pushed their swords against each other, Jesse's tiring arms beginning to shake with the weight of her heavy stone blade. She really needed a new sword.
He kicked her away from him, making her stumble back. She managed to balance herself before falling, quickly lashing out with her sword to block a swipe from Ivor. She yelled as she swung her sword with as much force as she could muster, the older man only barely blocking it. She dived forward and kicked him down onto his back. Ivor struggled to his feet, only to be shoved back to the ground by Petra, making him grunt as he collided against the floor once more.
"You're not going anywhere," Petra said, teeth bared.
"This could have all been avoided," He shakily stood back up, brandishing his sword, "If you want to stop me, you'll have to catch me first!"
He removed a blue-grey potion from his billowing sleeves, tilting it back and downing it in just a few gulps.
"A potion of swiftness!" Petra yelled, apparently recognizing the elixir.
Ivor was suddenly gone and Jesse staring dumbfounded at the spot where he once stood. Her eyes flickered around, occasionally catching glances of an olive-green blur. Petra ran to the entrance, holding her sword out.
"You're not getting out of here that easy, Ivor," She gritted her teeth.
Jesse was looking this way and that, only catching occasional glimpses of the older man. She turned at just the right moment to see a blur dash towards her, sword out. She ducked backward, just barely avoiding his blade as it sliced off a hair that curled up from her forehead.
She straightened back up, touching her hair and feeling the now cropped strand from her cowlick. Ivor was really not messing around.
She pivoted on her heel when she heard Petra's golden sword clang against the ground, her eyes darting to the prone form of the other girl laying against the stone floor and nursing a shallow slice in her shoulder.
Jesse ran to help her but was knocked down by a blunt force. She hit the back of her head against the floor for the third time that day, and her vision went blurry and as she staggeringly stood back up, nearly falling flat on her face in the process.
Shaking the dizziness from her head and blinking against the blurriness of her vision, she ran to where Ivor had come to a standstill in front of Petra, the other girl just barely grabbing her sword in time to block a hit from Ivor, arms trembling as she pushed her blade against his own from her spot on the ground.
Jesse ran, hitting the flat side of her sword against his side, the force of the stone blade sending him sliding across the grimy floor.
He growled as he pushed himself to his feet. Then, he was everywhere at once, dashing around her and casting wind in his wake that blew wet hairs in front of her face. She pushed them away, barely managing to block an attack from him. His blade was coming from all around her, and she yelled in exertion with each block.
Spotting a brief opening, she reached out and sliced across his side before she realized what she was doing, making him stumbled and fall to the floor, teeth audible clacking together on impact.
He kicked away as Jesse approached, panting, and looked up at her as he held his bleeding side, "It didn't have to go this way, Jesse!"
She took him in. from his sweaty pallid face to the blood seeping out from his boney fingers. He made a sad sight. She hesitated, which was all Ivor needed. He easily jumped to his feet, pulling out a second potion and smashing it against the ground at his shoes, slowly disappeared into a whiff of vapor.
Jesse cursed herself, quickly backing up to the entrance with Petra, the other girl having shakily stood to her feet.
"He's done this before! Whatever you do, don't! Let him! Leave!" Jesse yelled, eyes flickering across the room.
Ivor was laughing from somewhere. Where, she couldn't tell. His disembodied voice seemed to come from all sides, filling her ringing ears with his mirth.
"Vanish all you want, slimeball! You're still not going anywhere!" Petra called.
Jesse's eyes caught movement. A dark red splash potion rose from a low shelf, propelling itself towards them. She grabbed Petra and dodged out of the way as it hit the ground, evaporating upon contact with the masonry.
Ivor continued to hurl splash potion after splash potion at them, Jesse having to physically grab Petra each time to dodge them, the other girl's reaction time too sickly and sluggish to avoid them on her own. Jesse ran forwards as a fifth splash potion rose from a shelf, reaching her arm out and swiping it from the air. She hopped back a few steps, reeling her arm back and hurling it forwards.
Ivor reappeared at that moment, face contorting into one of shock as he realized he was in its direct trajectory. The flask shattered over him, launching him back with an invisible force towards the wall, which he hit with a cry.
He slumped against the stone surface, panting as he haltingly rose to his feet, hand on his side as he limped forwards. Jesse didn't let herself be swayed a second time as she watched Ivor grimace in pain.
"Jesse, Petra!" She heard Lukas call, hearing the rest of the group running behind him. She didn't dare turn around, keeping her eyes on Ivor whose face twitched in annoyance.
"Even more of you?! Will this parade of useless babblers never cease?!"
"What's going on?" Olivia asked, looking from Jesse to Petra to Ivor.
"We found Ivor, what do you think?" Jesse said, chancing a glance in her direction. "We totally stopped him."
"Jesse did, anyway," Petra said, voice clipped.
"Wrong. You have stopped nothing." Ivor said darkly. He limped forward. "A query; have you ever seen the effects of s splash potion of slowness?"
Jesse lunged for him, but he had already taken out the potion and thrown it at the group, the flask breaking into a million pieces over the floor at their feet as it evaporated into thin trails of wispy smoke. Jesse felt her limbs grow numb and heavy, watching helplessly as Ivor walked casually past her, plucking his lantern from the table and making his way to the door, an air of smugness about him. Jesse tried to shift her limbs from where they were locked by an invisible force, but her muscles were barely responding to her as she moved at a snail's pace.
"Magnus and Ellegaard may think they can destroy the Wither storm," He said as he turned to face them, "But they are mistaken. And it will cost them their lives."
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