"Emery, if you have any life saving items. It's now the time to use it!" Silva shouted as she summoned a triangle pendant with a round purple gem in the middle.
Emery could only laugh inwardly, he was just a lowly noble from a lowly family in a lowly world. Never mind life saving items, he didn't have any useful objects at all.
The elf with the staff didn't say much and waved his staff, shooting a line of lightning in their direction.
Silva lifted the triangular pendant; it lit up as she said, "Ye my queen dowager grant me your protection!"
The necklace floated in the air and released a wave of energy that made a spherical shield with them two inside, deflecting the lightning bolt toward a nearby tree. After she had done so, Silva coughed blood but kept on chanting with gritted teeth the same mantra over and over keeping them safe from the continuous lightning bolts.
"This kid... so troublesome..." The attacking elf clicked his tongue and prepared another bigger lightning strike that made the air surrounding them crackling, which also made Emery and Silva's hairs on the back of their necks stand up with a tingling sensation.
Just then, the dark sky lit by a miniscule amount of moonlight flashed as bright as day momentarily as the earth trembled as if a giant had walked on land.
The cloaked elf with the knives said, "Stop playing around, Ezekiel. If that human magus appears, it'll ruin our chances of escaping. Let's go."
"Fine, Talaro," Ezekiel said with his staff's light diminishing. Soon, the tingling in the air subsided and he, along with the other two elves, entered the portal and vanished with Cole, whose two legs were cut.
The major threats had disappeared into the void of the portal, however, Emery and Silva weren't out of danger yet. Two orcs had stayed behind with a demonic grin on their awful faces, probably thinking of how to chop their two little prey into pieces while caressing their axes and spears.
Granted that with the departure of the elves, whose strength were unimaginable, had made their survival chance increased by a huge margin, these orcs were also not a walk in the garden. Emery and Silva had seen the battle power of these orcs earlier and these orcs still eclipsed them.
"Ugh, it's definitely not my day today! I just used my most precious treasure and almost all of my strength." Silva braced herself and picked up her sword from the ground. "I would have run if I wasn't more injured. Why are you still here?"
"I won't leave you and Mags," Emery said, picking up Cole's spear.
Silva shrugged. "Hmpf! At least you're not a coward. There might be some hope for you." Her eyes kept on switching between the two nearing orcs. "Their battle power is fifty. We will barely have a chance if we work together. Mine's thirty, you?"
"Eleven." Emery said, not even a hint of hesitation. He then saw turn around with her eyes wide open and mouth agape.
Silva said in a high note, "What? Oh my goodness. I changed my mind. You're not brave, only an idiot. We're both gonna die."
The two orcs dashed toward them.
"Entangled," Silva said and the roots nearby didn't waste time and wrapped around the two charging orcs. It was able to stop them from charging, momentarily. The two orcs with their bulging muscles ripped the roots from their bodies. It, however, was enough to give Silva a precious few seconds to drink a bottle of something she had summoned from her ring before throwing the remaining half to Emery. "Drink it now!"
Emery caught the bottle; its strong medicinal scent almost made his stomach turn upside-down, but he pinched his nose and drank it anyway. He tasted the overwhelming bitterness the liquid had but that got taken out of his mind as all his veins responded with a stinging pain.
He rolled on the ground, screaming in pain as his blood boiled. Barely, he saw Silva's appearance changing into having green scales on her otherwise white pale-white skin. Then his hearing became incredibly clear as the sound of what appeared to be a nearby river entered his mind. His sense of smell picked up the scent of the earth and blood that was dripping underneath Mags' body.
A furious wind blew past them and the golden moonlight's rays shone directly on Emery. He managed to crouch gasping for air; the hairs on his body as well as his skin were becoming thicker and thicker. The searing pain in his body was rising and he felt hot all over as if he was being burned alive. His fingernails were growing at a visible rate until its sharpness clutched the soil itself.
[Bloodline activated]