Sil'Varion's blade-arm sliced downward—
But Clard and Ivan shot in at the same time.
Clard pulled his bow in one clean motion.
**Clard:** "NOT TODAY!"
The arrow slammed into Sil'Varion's blade just as—
**Ivan:** "3rd Circle Magic: *Lightning Lash!*"
Bolts of lightning wrapped Sil'Varion's arm, crackling violently.
Sil'Varion looked at them like they were children doing party tricks.
He shook once—
The rope shattered.
The arrow dissolved into shards of mirror-like dust.
**Sil'Varion:** "Cheap tricks. I thought you three could do better."
Benjamin's hands trembled—not with fear but with fury.
**Benjamin:** "Why are you going easy on us? You could've killed us five minutes ago."
He made eye contact with Clard, subtly signaling.
Clard nodded.
Clard drew and fired—
A perfect neck shot.
The arrow hit.
Blood burst—
Then the body fractured into shards.
A clone.
Sil'Varion appeared behind Clard, forming a blade again.
**Sil'Varion:** "Let me return the favor—"
A blue sphere slammed into his chest.
**Benjamin:** "*4th Circle Magic: Compression Shoot — Modified!*"
The ball detonated into an explosion of blue sparks and thunder.
Sil'Varion stumbled—actually stumbled.
**Ivan:** "IT WORKS! HAHAHAHA!"
**Clard:** "I STILL DON'T KNOW WHAT'S HAPPENING!"
**Laura:** "WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS GOING ON?!"
Benjamin sighed, walked up to Laura, and tapped her on the forehead.
**Benjamin:** "Sorry."
*4th Circle Magic: Sleep Paralysis.*
Laura collapsed gently into his arms. He set her down carefully.
The world twisted.
Land shifted underneath them.
And suddenly—
A flat empty wasteland.
A battlefield created just for them.
Sil'Varion spread his arms wide.
**Sil'Varion:** "Perfect. Let's enjoy this."
Benjamin's eyes burned.
**Benjamin:** "I'll kill you."
**Ivan:** "GOOO MAIN PROTAGONIST!"
**Clard:** "WHY IS NO ONE EXPLAINING ANYTHING TO ME?!"
Sil'Varion snapped his fingers.
Dozens of mirror clones appeared, surrounding them.
Clard didn't even blink.
He drew a single arrow.
**Clard:** "4th Circle Magic: *Raining Shower!*"
The arrow shot into the sky.
A second later—
A storm of arrows rained downward like divine punishment.
The clones panicked.
**Clones:** "5th Circle Magic: Absolute Shield—!"
Their shields shattered instantly.
They evaporated like dust in a storm.
Sil'Varion trembled—not in fear.
In envy.
**Sil'Varion:** "I… envy your power… I WANT IT."
His form twisted.
**Sil'Varion:** "Authority of Envy: *Perfect Copy.*"
Weapons, runes, and Clard's arsenal formed around him.
Benjamin refused to let it happen.
**Benjamin:** "No you don't."
He raised a glowing arm.
**Benjamin:** "*7th Circle Magic: Starfall Bombardment!*"
The sky split open.
Meteors rained down in a chaotic, earth-shattering storm.
The land turned to magma and fire.
Sil'Varion stood in the flames, smiling wide.
Envious.
Obsessed.
**Sil'Varion:** "Ahhh… I'm so enviooous of you two…"
He lifted his hand—
**Sil'Varion:** "Authority of Envy: Perfect Co—"
But Ivan was suddenly beside him, blade drawn.
**Ivan:** "OH NO YOU DON'T, MOTHERFUCKER!"
A black spike formed in Ivan's hand.
**Ivan:** "*6th Circle Magic: Void Spike!!!*"
He slammed it through Sil'Varion's chest—
Right where the heart should be.
Sil'Varion gasped.
Twisted.
Collapsed to his knees.
**Ivan:** "HELL YEAH WE DID IT!!!"
**Benjamin & Clard:** "LOOK BEHIND YOU!!!"
A wet sound.
Like something puncturing flesh.
Blood splattered across the glowing ground.
**End of Chapter 14**