The air bomb was ten times bigger than Nat’s air bomb. He can tell the way the ground trailed along with the attack that it is heavy and impossible to deflect by any conventional means. They froze. Kazan’s smile was a little more strained. He was completely outstood by the power of the enemy.

In a heartbeat, a yellow lightning streak havoc and repel the attack… and with the attacks canceling each other, they heard the explosion of sound, light, and tremendous force rocked them down. Linda’s first thought is Kazan. With his condition, he should be treated with utmost care.

“Are you alright?”

He vaguely processed what was she was saying. Moreover, he was irritated by dust. He felt a tremendous bolt of pain on his stomach, it had been hit by something hard, but whatever that is, it causes him to down on his knee. He daringly closed his eyes, and he was certain that he would unlikely see the sunrise. “I need a break.”

“Aren’t we all?”

Before the enemy could do anything, it was restricted by binding spells. Then, a few silhouettes incorporated it with more lightning binding spells.

He heard Alastor’s voice behind her. “Good. You’ve brought it here. Now we can focus on it rather than worrying what might happen to the Glade.” Alastor said. “Cid. What about the plan?”

Cid replied. “On it.”

Cid had already ordered one of the mercenaries to go to the main panel across the building to switch on one of the traps that they have built. Alastor and Cid carried Kazan out of the stadium. The empty space slowly parted. The Deziun Alle strained to jump off the field. Various fire magic bombarded it before it could reach the ground. Even so the enemy are close to invulnerability, it doesn’t mean it’s untouchable by means of force. The attacks change the trajectory and had the enemy fell onto the pit.

The tubes at the side of the pit suddenly spurt out water with a mix of epoxy resin. The enemy was incapable of moving as the mixture of two substances hard by the wind magic that the mercenaries use. The next step they take, they poured the pit with oil. The mercenary fingers flickered and hell was loose after the light landed on the ground.

The vindictive flames quickly spread and usurp the enemy. Amidst the hellfire, the monster’s sword shone bright and atop to all. Cid manifested a rope made of fire. He whipped it through and got a gripped to the sword at its hilt. It did not budge as he tried to claim it. It’s like pushing a huge boulder in the middle of mountainsides. The other mercenaries did the same and, on his lead, they used every ounce of their strength to pull the sword.

Alastor and Ken quickly help him.

“There’d be better a good explanation out of this,” Alastor said.

“Why are we pulling his sword again?” Ken asked.

“I couldn’t help to think that this monster maybe not directly neutralizing our attacks.” He started. “Like Director Pietro said that the monster is made with a spontaneous amount of dark magic, but it doesn’t mean it can fully repel every attack. I’ve known monsters that are imbued by dark magic, but they can still be killed by any means, it’s just that… they’re very hard to kill.”

“And we’re doing this… why?”

“There are monsters that use relics as a weapon. I know that it sounds odd but there are creatures such as trolls or shaman imp that can create such items through rituals. I had the feeling that this monster uses one too.”

“I doubt that but it’s worth the try,” Alastor replied.

Ken nodded. “Are you implying that his sword is a relic?”

“Yes.”

“Then very likely we can confirm through observation magic. The problem is that who to call.”

Some people crossed Alastor’s mind. “I think I know some people.” Alastor uses his communication device to announce throughout the people he’s trying to reach out to.

“To anyone who knows wheresoever Dice, Octagon and Laura please come at the training field.”

They heard his voice. “We’re already here.” Dice said.

“What’s up?” Linda asked.

The same as them. They’re battered and tired but seems they can still fight. They can’t say the exact same thing to Octagon, he’s badly wounded around his stomach area as they can see his shirt was bleeding through.

“You already there?” Ken asked Octagon.

“Yes. It’s just mild but I’ll get through.”

“So, what the hell do you want us for?” Dice asked.

Alastor stepped forward. “Does anyone of you know how to use observation magic?”

Laura raised her hand. “I do. Why?”

“Good. I need you to use it now and see through it what will happen if I use my magic on it.”

“I thought it’s invincible to magic?” She asked. “Why does it have to do with observation magic?”

Alastor and Cid exchange glances.

Cid sighed. “We’re working on a hypothesis. Just please kindly do what we request.”

She didn’t probe any further. In a matter of a second everything changed, as if the world turns black and white. The green eyes raised as a flag for Ken to use magic. A fireball emanated and headed towards the monster. Laura observed how the situation unfold.

The fireball slowly peeled away and was absorbed into the sword. The rest of the portion of it dispersed as if they’re made of smoke.

“What do you think?” Cid asked. “The sword did absorb it, didn’t it?”

“Not completely, but it did something to make it weaker.”

“That’s good enough.” Cid breathe. “Everyone!” He shouted. “Do whatever it takes to take that sword away from the monster!”

All began to use every magic they knew to pull it out. But their effort had come to naught. The monster did not budge. Not even an inch. It only stared at them with its unlit eyes. Certainly, the monster has enormous strength but it clearly doesn’t mean it would go off sooner. Minutes passed and they haven’t still gotten on it yet. It clings hard to its sword. He felt that their effort had brought nothing for them as the strength cannot relinquish the sword away. They could never guess what will happen next.