Behold the grinch shall not ruin this Christmas! a miracle shall spring forth in dire moment's of desperation as if on que in our favourite Fiction's. i bring you chapter 13 :)

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It took 20 minutes for Myra and her group to reach the elven city. The sphere itself was now nearly completely eaten apart from the bottom, which held Avrin, and his left hand dangled off the side. Myra had underestimated this being’s power and as she continued on into the city's streets, many sylphs watched with curiosity. Some hid behind trees to peak at what their priestess had brought back. The fairies screeched quietly, as they smelled death emanating from the stranger on the mana shield that carried him.

The elven watching gave glares towards his direction, even though he was not awake to see. They knew whoever it was, he was dangerous and they didn’t want to bring him in.

The group escorting Myra caught glimpses of their fellow sylphs gazes towards Avrin and they twitched slightly they knew no matter who interfered in the priestesses’ affairs they would protect her even if it meant protecting this deadly being.

Myra smiled and called out, as if to calm her people. "My sylph brethren please calm down. This being is near death and unconscious. He will harm none of you nor bring destruction to us. If he as much as gazes at anyone with intent to kill, I shall personally destroy him."

Her words seemed to work as the careful sylphs shrugged it off nervously and went back to their tasks. It took another 15 minutes for the group to go deeper in the insanely large forest city and continue down through ruins entangled with vines. At the entrance were several elven guards who seemed to have seen their share of battles.

The city's size was based on the fact that the entire sylph race lived within its walls, minus the few that ventured off. It was somewhat uncommon to see adventuring elves or fairies, as they loved nature and their own kind.

Myra gazed at the guards who eyed Avrin with caution, even more so than their other fellow sylphs. One of them then spoke. "Priestess Myra, I know you have led us to many victories and prosperity along with maiden Syrana, but this one. It feels like I’m going to be killed, even if I can see he is unconscious. Are you sure it’s safe?"

Myra just smiled. It would be a waste to summon another gaian shield if what she needed was just under these ruins, so she put the guard's worries to rest. "Rest assured, he will not harm anyone. I’ll make sure of it." The guard shut his eyes, then nodded and smiled. "As you wish, my lady." He stood aside along with the other guards and their group passed inside.

It seemed dark and dim with a few blue candles that were almost surely lit by magic. This gave the feeling of a place that wasn’t for sylph and none of them lived down here. The walls gave patterns of wars previously fought. And even images of when the dragons first settled on Seleria. Truly an ancient place. The group headed deeper until they came across a hall with several rooms and cell-like cages that seemed to hold prisoners or criminals. The feeling felt slightly at ease considering even here there were several elven guards who smiled at the presence of their priestess. She smiled back.

Myra, after passing through many cells and hearing the anger and murderous threats on her life, as well as perverted comments by some, had to calm some of her group down as they were about to massacre every prisoner in the area. They came across a large stone door with a pattern and some engravings upon it. Myra touched Moonwing against the centre of the stone door and it shook slightly.

One could tell it hadn’t been open in centuries, as small debris fell to the ground and it gave a weak moving sound before it opened. Inside was a large green magic circle that gave off a feeling of power and security. Most likely the only sense of hope in this damned place other than the guards. Myra turned to see the gaian shield was about to give way as Avrin's body was dangling slightly. She moved the sphere over the centre of the circle before placing Moonwing down onto the ground. A circle appeared under the staff's end then a large amount of power left it and entered the circle.

Moonwing was incredibly powerful, but as powerful as it was, Myra had a feeling it wouldn’t be able to contain this creature’s powers enough, so she needed a magic circle to increase its effectiveness.

This magic circle was meant for beings that were deadly on the level of the former demon king. She never thought she would have to use it on a strange demon-like creature such as the one she had just encountered nearly an hour ago.

The magic circle was called Etilith Binding of Lenaya. As the name of the circle suggested, it was a hidden blessing given to them by their goddess, a permanent magic circle created by her to protect them, even as powerful as to contain a dragon. But it had to be used secretly as to not let the other gods and goddesses become aware of its existence.

Lenaya truly cared for her children, and she would not let them die helplessly. The magic circle began to glow many colours, in a sort of rainbow, and then a large column of light engulfed it. At first it looked magnificent, but a more knowledgeable person could tell that it was there to seal Avrin and he most likely couldn’t escape.

Myra smiled as she turned away and spoke. "My dear creature, rest well, for when you recover there will be a lot to discover and ask from you." Myra gave a sterner look, almost like Syrana, as her subordinates gulped quietly at her words. As they continued to the exit, Myra widened her eyes as she felt something was off. She turned to see that Etilith was very slowly but surely being devoured, even though the circle drew power from the forest above it. It was frightening to know such a creature could so something to a shield intended to stop a being of dragon level.

Myra shivered before she continued outside. Thankfully, unlike the gaian shield, for as long as the forest stood the binding would remain. Meanwhile, back at the location of the massacre Avrin had caused, it seemed the sylph had come across the Nemean that Avrin had used and then saved. Syrana was gazing at it curiously.

“I can feel that vile magic from this creature. It seemed he tried to do something to it and even then it looked like he wasn’t satisfied, but it's alive...barely but it’s alive." Syrana pondered the situation and sighed. "I’m sorry you have suffered and it seems like you will continue to suffer, if left with such a limb and I can even feel it inside you." Syrana unsheathed a short sword that gave a silvery glow and she approached the unconscious Nemean lying on the ground with intent to do harm, as her eyes reflected a fierce warrior.

A few days had passed since the incident and the bodies of the Nemean's had been removed. The blood that had stained the ground had been absorbed by the grass as nutrients. The sylph had found Avrin's hideout and had taken all his things. Considering the sylphs had used the trees to jump into the surrounding area that allowed them to avoid the permafrost mines and Myra's group itself barely avoiding one by nearly a foot. One of the elves wasn’t as lucky, as his foot was engulfed in one and he screamed in agony.

It alerted the others, who thought they were under attack, but they saw that it was a strange mechanical disk of some sort, buried in the ground. The poor elf had fainted from the pain and was taken away by the fairy mages to be healed. It had taken effort and patience to dig out the rest of the permafrost mines and they weren’t sure if they had gotten them all, as they couldn’t be detected.

At closer inspection, one of the fairy mages told Syrana that it was weird because she couldn’t feel magic, but something different. Little did she know, what she felt was a foreign energy from a different universe. They were careful with Avrin's belongings, as they saw he had the strange shaped disks in his bag. They knew he was the one who set them, probably wanting to use to ambush any creature that came close him.

Meanwhile, back in the elven city of Kaendra, deep in the ancient ruins, a certain someone was slowly waking up. This being had been through a tough fight and even almost killed by an elf who wielded a weapon he couldn’t comprehend. But he was there, slowly lifting himself up. With not just one, but both of his hand's....

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