The Deviant Dominant Ch. 23

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Chapter 23 – The Fatality Clause

There was a brief absence of immediate effect, leaving Lukas both worried and contemplative. What exactly was he expecting? He was not abandoned, however, and after only a short few seconds, Wood Nymphs burst into the clearing, charging the elves with their spears.

Green magic swirled around Lukas, filling up his HP pool and topping it off. He glanced back and saw the Wood Nymph Queen rushing to his side. Hell yeah, Lukas thought as he basked in the excitement and adrenaline of the moment.

“Do you want me to make you invisible?” Gwyn asked, guessing what was about to happen.

“No,” Lukas said coldly. “I want them to remember my face from this night for the rest of their lives.” He also wanted Gwyn to retain her Vigor boost; as angry as he was, he hadn’t let it completely blind him.

His responsibility as a Dominant resonated within him stronger than ever. His girls were injured; they had been targeted and brutally attacked. They were depending on him. They needed him, and he swore that he would not let them down. He was their protector, and he would not accept failure.

In a rash, but potent decision, Lukas quickly used his recent level up to upgrade his Obedience skill, giving him more stats for his next move. He unleashed his Praise ability and sprang into action, with vengeance coursing through his veins.

He only made it a few steps, however, before yet another team of Anorans surged onto the battlefield. Lukas snarled at his misfortune, as he witnessed the odds seemingly worsen. His mood quickly lightened, however, when he watched a former opponent pull back his bowstring and launch an arrow at the Arkmere Mages. Edricht and his team had arrived, and they were intent on leveling the playing field.

The Mimic followed close behind Edricht. Using a borrowed lightning spell from Laera, he struck the golem that was lumbering towards Lukas. Lukas and the queen lunged forward, thrusting their weapons at the damaged golem. The rocky giant crumbled under their joint impact. Lukas selected his next target and surged forward.

Meanwhile, Vaymor tossed a mana potion at Laera. “Drink this. I need your magic.” Though surprised at the gift, the young mage wasted no time downing the potion.

Emboldened by his magical immunity and the presence of his agile, royal ally, Lukas swiftly crippled a mage with a flurry of strikes, then removed the threat entirely with a knockout blow. The attacking mages, many of whose powerful spells were still on cooldown, found their feeble attempts at breaking the counter-offensive useless against Lukas, as his defenses effectively rebuffed their magic. The tide of battle clearly began to shift as both Edricht’s team and the wood nymph minions each took down an enemy. Fear that had been so liberally dished out by the Anorans began to reflect back onto their faces. The hunters had become the hunted.

Thinking quickly, Laera cast her Ultimate on the leader of the Arkmere Mages. “Lukas! The one with the purple staff has a gem.” Though too busy to respond, Lukas instinctively redirected his focus based on her advice.

The Mimic’s eyes widened with excitement as he copied Laera’s Ultimate. “What is this spell?!” Following the younger mage’s strategy, he reached into the mind of an archer on the other opposing Anoran team.

Lukas’ blades slashed across the mage’s shoulder, causing him to drop his purple staff. He and the nymph queen had easily overwhelmed his physical defenses. “Give me the gem and I might let you walk out of here on your own two feet,” Lukas growled at the elf, slamming the hilt of his right sword into his nose.

The diminutive mage’s eyes widened when he realized what Lukas was after. Even with his bloodied nose and multiple arrows stuck deep within his torso, he still found the courage to spit at Lukas. “Fuck off, hatchling,” the short elf griped and then activated a speed enchantment in his boots. With unnatural swiftness, he retreated beyond Lukas’ reach.

The tall Dominant was about to tie the escaping Anoran down with his Ultimate, but his forest-dwelling partner beat him to it. Roots sprung out the ground and snagged the mage’s ankles, turning his unnatural speed into his literal downfall.

The Wood Nymph Queen trotted over to her ensnared prey. “Give my king what he desires, or I’ll take it from your lifeless corpse.” She placed the tip of her spear against his throat for emphasis.

“You can’t!” the mage yelled, rallying his defiance. “It would violate the Fatality Clause. It’s against the law.”

The queen glared down at her captive. “Foolish elf! I am only governed by the laws of nature. Hand it over. I will not ask again.”

The Anoran shook his head with stubborn confidence. The wood nymph’s lips curled into a ferocious smile. With one thrust of her spear, there were suddenly only four Arkmere Mages instead of five.

Lukas felt a surge of warmth within his core, silently announcing the arrival of his fifteenth level. escort bayan beşiktaş The forest queen picked up a radiating blue gem off the recently deceased body and presented it to her king. He accepted the gem with gratitude, attempting to summon a sense of remorse for the elf’s fate, but finding none.

Nearby, an elven archer struggled in a similar root-like entrapment, unaware that it was not the Wood Nymph Queen controlling her bindings. Vaymor crept over. “She’ll come for you next,” he whispered. “The gem isn’t worth your life. Hand it over, and I’ll help you escape.”

The Anoran Ranger hesitated only briefly, clearly shaken by the fate that had befallen the mage. Begrudgingly, she handed the gem over. “Pleasure doing business,” the Mimic said with a chuckle. He then dispelled the entrapment spell he’d just borrowed. The freed archer scampered into the forest.

The forest returned to an eerie silence. The Anoran attack party had fled, leaving behind four of their comrades: three unconscious, one dead. Lucy remained out cold, but Gemma was starting to stir. Fiona and Laera had been hit hard, but were already back on their feet. Gwyn remained healthy, thanks to her Domiant’s efforts to shield her, and was bouncing around triaging her teammates’ injuries. She was spending most of her efforts on getting their Ranger back up on her feet.

Edricht approached Lukas slowly, surveying the scene as he traversed the clearing. “I can’t believe you just took on ten of the most powerful Anoran Adventurers and came out on top,” he exclaimed, eyes wide with disbelief.

“I had help,” Lukas replied, offering his unexpected ally a gracious nod. Then he glanced over to where the forest queen had been regrouping her forces. He was unsurprised to see that they had already disappeared into the dark and tangled depths of the Mystic Forest.

Lukas furrowed his brow, still puzzled by his elven allies. “Did my ‘King of the Wood Nymphs’ summon you?” he asked tentatively.

“Yeah,” Edricht replied. “It was crazy! A glowing white stag jumped in front of us and began loping through the forest, leading us straight to you.”

“Really?” Lukas questioned.

The elf burst into laughter. “Nah, I’m fucking with you. I have no idea what you are talking about. We heard the clash of a battle and came to investigate.”

Lukas mentally chided himself for being a dumb ass. “Well, thank you for your help. Your timing was spectacular.”

“Don’t mention it,” Edricht said. “We found a gem earlier in the night but it turned out to be a fake. Probably a capital team being a bunch of shitbags. You gave us an opportunity to snatch a real one and stay in the tournament.” The elf then sneered at one of the fallen enemies, who was slowly regaining consciousness. “We don’t like bullies, either.”

“We should head back before they decide they want their gems back,” Lukas suggested.

Edricht nodded. “The gems are ours now. Let’s disarm the three we have here. I’ll take care of Aephas’ body. I don’t think you can even begin to comprehend what’s about to unfold in the next few days.”

“Am I about to become Anora’s most wanted?” Lukas asked grimly. The weight of what had just happened suddenly hit him. Not only were his actions likely to anger a lot of Anorans, but his team’s ability to continue in the tournament may have just been jeopardized. He hadn’t been the one wielding the spear, but it would not be far-fetched for someone to pin the mage’s death on him.

“Much deeper than that,” Edricht responded. “Lukas, the events tonight might trigger an Anoran civil war. Luckily, I think Dreyfus is too arrogant to have prepared a contingency plan.”

“I just wanted to participate in the tournament,” Lukas said with a grim expression.

“Let’s get out of this forest, then,” Edricht urged. “On to round three!”

Gemma and Lucy were sitting up but still looked shaken and disoriented.

“Here,” Edricht said, offering Lukas their bonus health potion. “I’ll need your team ready to fight — just in case.”

Lukas accepted the potion and jogged over to his girls. By the time his team was up and ready to travel, another Anoran mage had awakened with a groan. He looked around, bewildered, unable to fathom the idea that his team had been defeated yet again. His eyes then fell on his dead team member. “You killed Aephas?!”

“Not quite,” Edricht replied coolly “He pissed off some royal forest nymph and got the pointy side of the spear in his neck. We’re heading out, so unless you want to be left in the Mystic Forest, low on health and without your staff, I would suggest you come with us.”

Edricht’s tank hefted the dead elf over his shoulder; Lukas picked up the last remaining unconscious Anoran. They began their trek back to Celestia, keeping their eyes peeled for trouble.

They reached the forest’s edge without incident. Emerging from the tree line, they captured the attention of an awaiting crowd. Torchlight illuminated their approach, istanbul escort and the audience erupted in cheers. However, as they drew nearer, murmurs swept through the throngs, accompanied by gasps of disbelief.

As Lukas and Edricht led their ragged group out of the Mystic Forest, the atmosphere shifted. The cheers from the spectators started to fade, overshadowed by whispers of astonishment and rising tension. The sight of their group, especially the fallen Arkmere Mage slung over the elven tank’s shoulder, only fueled the speculation.

“Look at them!” one spectator exclaimed, wide-eyed. “Did they fight the Anorans again?”

“What happened in there?” another voice chimed in, filled with a mix of awe and concern.

Lukas kept his head high, but inside, a storm of emotions brewed. He was proud of their victory but also acutely aware of the weight of their actions. The crowd parted, making way for them as they stepped further into the light.

Simultaneously, two groups surged forward to intercept the returning Adventurers. One was led by a tall tournament director, his expression serious and authoritative, while the other was headed by a sneering Anoran.

“Aephas has been killed?” Dreyfus bellowed. He jabbed an accusatory finger in Lukas’ direction, despite one of Edricth’s team carrying the body. Dreyfus’ insistence on blaming Lukas told him all he needed to know. “We cannot stand by and let this affront go unpunished. I demand that their entire team be arrested at once!”

“Dreyfus!” Jaren exclaimed, his voice rising above the commotion. “You will hold your tongue or you will be the one that is dragged away in chains. I will confer with the observers that were embedded in each team to get the full story. Only then will I, as the tournament director, determine the appropriate disciplinary actions. Simon, Geno, I need you to accompany me to the Pegasus Guild Hall. Captain Horton, please ensure that Dreyfus does not harass my participants further.”

Jaren spun around and stormed off. The two moderators he’d called out moved quickly to keep pace with his long strides. When they filtered out of sight, Dreyfus’ anger boiled over. His mouth twisted into a scowl of hatred. He took a threatening step toward Lukas, but was halted by the guards.

“You’re dead,” he growled, his eyes blazing with fury. “Your team is dead. You’ve declared war on us.”

The crowd began booing and jeering. A couple reporters stepped forward, eager to capitalize the drama on display in front of them. “Are you threatening to kill another team in the tournament?” one of them asked Dreyfus.

Another queried the enraged elf. “Has your personal grudge against Lucy endangered Anora’s chances in the tournament?”

Lukas wanted to answer ‘yes’ to both of the questions for the Anoran, but he figured tensions were already high enough. Elvira snuck over to them. “Let’s get out of here before you catch any more criticism,” she whispered. “We will want Jaren to finish his process first.”

A symphony of gasps emanated from the crowd as a tattered group of six Anorans emerged from the Mystic Forest. “Let’s go,” Elvira said, motioning through the crowd. They utilized the brief distraction to escape the throng of onlookers. Their path took them into the confines of the guild hall. A few moments after they arrived, the two observers from the Anoran teams entered the building as well. They made a conscious effort to avoid eye contact with Lukas’ team as they passed by, walking briskly towards their debriefing.

Elvira pulled the young team of Adventurers into a corner. “What happened?” she asked.

Lukas filled her in on the events of the night. When he finished, Elvira’s brow furrowed into a look of consternation. “Jaren will likely call us in to interrogate us. I would strongly suggest that you let me do that talking.” The Wyvern Guildmaster looked hopefully at the Dominant.

Lukas grunted in agreement. “I believe we’re out of our depth here. Any help would be appreciated.”

Elvira sighed with relief. “You said that you leveled up after defeating Aephas, right?”

Lukas nodded.

“Okay,” Elvira said thoughtfully. “We need to be cautious about who we share that information with. It’s important that we get out in front of this. I’m going to set up a press conference tomorrow morning. ” She glanced around at the team, seeing a collection of solemn and exhausted faces. “Enough of this for now. Show me the gem you… uh… found. We should be celebrating your victory.”

Lukas handed the gem to Elvira. She held it up close to her face, admiring its azure glow.

“Very nice,” she said. “A craftsman could make a really nice accessory with this. Do you mind if I ask my grandmother for some help? With her resources, we could find someone that could make something special — perhaps even before the end of the tournament.”

“Of course not,” Lukas replied. “That would be awesome.”

Elvira handed the gem back to Lukas, just as Jaren emerged taksim bayan escort from a corridor.

“Come,” Jaren said, motioning towards them with a tired look on his face. “Please bring your whole team.”

The seven of them followed the director into the conference room that had been used for orientation. Inside, four moderators and another tournament staff member were already seated. Jaren settled into his chair and then turned his gaze toward the newcomers, his focus landing on Lukas.

“Elvira,” Jaren called out, “why are you here?”

“As their Guildmaster,” Elvira said confidently, “it is my duty to ensure that my team is properly represented.”

Jaren groaned slightly before focusing on Lukas. “Just for my own sanity, can you confirm that you were ambushed by Anora’s top ten Adventurers, and you somehow came out of the experience not only alive, but also with one of their gems?”

“Yes, sir,” Lukas responded proudly. “Though I have to correct you on one detail. I believe the gem is ours.” Elvira prodded him lightly, reminding him of their agreement to let her do the talking.

Jaren caught the movement and chuckled. “That question wasn’t a trap,” he assured the Guildmaster. “I merely wanted to confirm I wasn’t being pranked. Now for the more serious matter: Aephas. Can you provide your account of the events leading to the death of the Arkmere Mages’ leader?”

Elvira jumped in. “You have undoubtedly heard accounts from four different witnesses that corroborate my team’s innocence in the matter. Due to extreme danger and injuries that my team was subjected to tonight, it would be more prudent for them to answer specific questions.”

“I’m sure they are the ones that will be answering,” Jaren said sarcastically. “Very well. Who did Lukas witness kill Aephas?”

“A wood nymph from the forest killed him,” Elvira answered, earning her a glare from Jaren.

“Gemma,” Jaren put emphasis on her name, “who did you witness kill Aephas?”

“I did not witness Aephas die,” Gemma stated.

“Gemma and Lucy were rendered unconscious due to the unprovoked ambush,” Elvira said. “Fiona was also incapacitated and did not witness the events in question.”

Jaren grunted and then repeated the question to Laera and Gwyn, who gave the same answer that had been given.

“Lukas, why was the wood nymph present at the battle?” came the next question.

“And why was the wood nymph present at the battle?” came the next question.

Lukas glanced at ELvira, who nodded her head. “Because her realm was under attack,” he stated.

“Did you command or urge the forest nymph to kill Aephas?” Jaren asked.

“No,” Lukas answered truthfully.

“Did the forest nymph refer to you as her ‘king?'”

“Yes,” Lukas responded.

“Why is that?” asked Jaren.

“Because I… uh… defeated her in a previous encounter,” Lukas replied. Fucked. Defeated. Same thing.

Elvira stepped in. “Did any of the four moderators that were present witness Lukas give a command to kill the elf?”

Despite her lack of legal authority in the matter, Jaren shook his head.

“Is my team under any obligation to protect their competition from the dangers of the Mystic Forest?” Elvira pressed.

Again, the director shook his head.

“Then there is no case against my team,” Elvira concluded firmly. “They are exhausted and need their rest. I would request that you officially declare their innocence and release them without further delay.”

“Dammit, Elvira,” Jaren said, “you know who I have to face after them.”

“I do,” Elvira acknowledged with a nod. “I also know you’re the right person for the job.”

Jaren let out a groan, then turned to face Lukas. He blinked a few times and then smiled weakly. “Let me see the gem so that I can officially declare you victors of round two.”

Lukas nodded and handed the gem to the director. “Congratulations,” Jaren said. “You’re headed to the third round… provided we can get you back into the capital.”

“I think it will be easier than you think,” Elvira said with a smirk.

Jaren snorted and returned the gem to Lukas. “There’s nothing easy about what’s coming,” the director complained. “Though I suppose I could start with Edricht’s team. Geno, could you go fetch them? Wyvern Guild, you are dismissed for the night.”

As Lukas stepped out into the corridor, he felt a wave of relief wash over him, mingled with exhilaration. The warmth of their recent victory buoyed his spirits, but the lingering tension in the air served as a reminder that the political machinations would continue well into the night.

Upon returning to their inn, they ran into a waiting David. “Are the rumors true?” he asked, a mix of anticipation and concern etched on his face.

“Might need more context than that,” Elvira replied with a knowing smile, “but yes, they are true.”

“Wow,” David mumbled. “Well, congratulations are in order. You all should get some rest. I’ll stay up and keep watch.”

“That would be wonderful, David,” Elvira said gratefully. “Thank you for looking out for us.”

Without further ado, the exhausted young adults slipped into their beds, surrendering to the comforting embrace of sleep as the weight of the day began to fade from their minds.

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