The Arcane Guardians Chapter 87: Chapter 80: Home Free

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It had all ended so quickly. The explosions, the screams… The end of humanity. The eternal night sky hung over the broken world like a blanket draped over the desolate land beneath it. Lifeless pieces of rock drifted around aimlessly, scarred with craters and fissures. Scraps of concrete were mounted on a few of them, a pitiful reminder of the civilisation that used to live on it. Others remained dirt brown, occasionally bumping into broken pieces of what used to be Mars. Felix leapt from the portal and descended gently onto one of the floating rocks. A slightly familiar sight greeted him. The Guardian Council headquarters tapered upwards, gradually forming a needle which pierced the sky some two hundred metres into the air. There was no other sign of the battle which raged only a few days ago, although it did not surprise Felix. The collision of two planets was a rather efficient way to wipe out all traces of anything that once happened, after all. A tiny shadow balanced on the tower top, looking at the devastation ahead. Felix motioned for Marcia to remain on the ground, before soaring up to meet him. Orpheus’ arms hung loosely by his sides, hovering about a metre above the headquarters with his toes pointed towards the ground. The night shrouded his eyes, although his irises were pure golden in colour. His cloak buffeted in the artificial wind created by his swirling power as he slowly turned to face Felix. “Feeling homesick, my love?” Felix started. If Orpheus was surprised, he did not bother to show it. “Huh, should’ve expected that you’d find a way out of that prison. Looks like I’ll have to kill you myself,” the Necromancer muttered. “I see you’ve copied my methods and possessed a body that isn’t yours. Hypocrite.” “To be honest, I wasn’t expecting to find you here in my home world. Didn’t you say you were going to get rid of every version of me?” “I have all the time in the world.” Orpheus shrugged. “I just wanted to see this place one last time.” “Truly? Or is it because you can’t bear to look at me again?” The man swung around violently and pushed Felix back with a blue magic blast. Felix released a soft hiss, allowing himself to float back a few metres. Orpheus’ power was certainly magnified a few hundred times, considering that Felix actually felt the sting of his attack. “Stay. Out. Of. My. Head,” the Necromancer snarled, leaping off the tower. A golden glow emanated from within his torso as Felix felt a small throb within his chest as well. “You don’t want to do this. It doesn’t take a telepath to know that,” Felix said. “Your hate is keeping you alive just to torment you, but it doesn’t have to be this way. You shouldn’t have to suffer for my sins, my love.” “Don’t call me that! ” Orpheus flung his cloak at the psychic. “Self-righteous prick. Nobody cares about your speech!” Felix pirouetted in the air, avoiding the several dozen spirits bursting from the cloak. Cackles rang in his ears as the spirits of the damned gnashed their teeth at him. With a simple flick of his hands, a torrent of psionic energy burst out and disintegrated them immediately. “I trusted you! I loved you!” the Necromancer screamed, throwing blast after blast of magic at the pink force field. “But you let me go! I would never let you go! Why? Why?! ” Felix grunted as Orpheus lunged forward without warning, seizing him by the throat and slamming him into an asteroid. The ground exploded as the vengeful man slammed his fist into Felix’s face. Red dirt slammed into Felix. He coughed raggedly, wiping away a trail of blood from his nose. It was only then he realised that there wasn’t any light for as far as he could see, and the blow had quite literally erased an entire galaxy from existence. The man flicked his head around, his eyes wild with panic. Marcia, where are you— “Leave me alone!” Orpheus twirled his staff, summoning a storm of swords to hack away at the planet-sized serpents clawing at him. He took a moment to aim, before throwing his