Chapter 33
Avator could feel the minions under his dominion dying off. This was not how it was supposed to go. They were supposed to overwhelm New Tristram. They were supposed to follow under the power of Fan-Min and utterly destroy the cursed village. This was supposed to be his opportunity to accomplish that which Diablo himself couldn't.
Rin sat by him nervously as he watched Avator's mood grow more sour. No one could predict what such a large and soul-fed demon lord could do when he was angry. The small fairy didn't believe in prayer, but if he did, he'd have been praying for protection against his massive master.
"This is not my plan." Avator seethed.
Rin looked up at him with an uncomfortable expression. Should he say something or keep quiet? He wasn't sure until he noticed the impatient look on his master's face. He was supposed to say something. "Not at all, master. No one could predict the power of these wizards and demon hunter."
"What you say is true." He said with a thoughtful voice. "We're not ready for this."
"What do you mean?"
"Do we have any more filthy humans so that I can feed off them?" Avator inquired. "I'll need all the power I can get to face these wizards. Especially that girl."
His question scared Rin. There was an enemy that his master couldn't beat? Who was this wizard? "No, sire. Unfortunately, we're out. You've drained them all." He squeaked out. "But surely you're powerful enough to fight them. Just look at how big and powerful you are!" He tried to shower praise to avoid any harm.
"No. I am not." Avator said plainly, with a hint of anger. No, not anger. Rage.
"Then what should we do?"
"We must flee."
"Flee?"
"Back to Hell."
"Will they welcome us?"
"I'd rather face them than that wizard girl." Avator admitted. "Gather all you need."
Fan-Min stood beside her brother fuming that she had helped create such devastation on innocent people. Li-Ming would never have done such a thing. Worse, she would never be impressed by someone who would do such a thing. Avator was going to pay.
Fan-Huang watched silently as his sister seemed to furrow harsher than he'd ever seen before. He grabbed her hand to try to reassure her of her innocence in this whole situation. It wasn't her that had done this, but Avator controlling her. As he gripped her tiny, dainty hand, he could feel great destructive power welling up within her. He could feel arcane energy unlike he'd ever felt before. He was never the most in-tune with the arcane and therefore could never sense it as easily as Kazur or his sister, but the amount of energy flowing through her was impossible to miss even for him.
Kazur, Marina, and Fan-Huang all watched as Fan-Min's body seemed to fade out and reform from pure arcane energy. She glowed a deep purple and within the space where her physical body should have been, and where the shape of her remained floating, there was the entire universe connected by the arcane. She had entered into her Arcane Form. This was something only Li-Ming was ever known for having done. It was incredibly formidable and dangerous, yet Fan-Min seemed to accomplish this with little visible effort. Just a lot of anger.
With his hand still oddly within her not-really-there hand which was now just the entirety of space and power within the shape of her hand, Fan-Huang faded into the blackness of the unknown. However, through it all he never felt fear. He got the feeling that Fan-Min was in control and everything would be alright.
Kazur and Marina watched as the Arcane Fan-Min and Fan-Huang instantly vanished from New Tristram without a trace. "Where'd they go?" Marina asked.
"I can't say for sure." Kazur pondered. "But if I know Fan-Min, and I think I do…" He thought of the petite, yet ferocious woman he loved. "…then they are with whoever is doing this to these poor people."
"That demon Lord? Avator?"
"Exactly." Kazur smirked. "And he'd better watch out. Once Fan-Min has decided to do something. She does it."
"I've seen her power." Marina shared. "He's as good as dead."