CHAPTER 329: KHAZ

Isiah, despite having the knowledge and power to potentially break the spell that held him captive within the invisible barrier, made a conscious decision to bide his time.

He knew that there was more to this situation than met the eye, and he was determined to uncover the identity and motives of the mysterious force that had ensnared him.

Isiah’s mind worked in perfect synchronization with his dark energy as he subtly manipulated it to raise a protective shield around him.

The beauty of this technique was that it remained invisible to his opponent, who stood confidently on the rooftop of one of the ancient buildings in Triavert’s concealed city.

Hidden behind his protective barrier, Isiah acted swiftly. He began to weave a spell, known as Sadaz, which was a complex combination of magic aimed at creating a three-dimensional map of the surrounding area.

This spell was a testament to his mastery of magic, enabling him to visualize the entire terrain in his mind’s eye while simultaneously sensing the subtle vibrations in the vicinity.

As the spell unfolded, Isiah’s consciousness expanded, and he felt an immediate connection to his group, still waiting below.

However, amidst their presence, he also detected an unfamiliar energy signature, one that did not belong to any member of his party.

With the Sadaz spell working its intricate magic, Isiah began to piece together the puzzle.

He focused on the surface of the city, realizing that the spell was most effective above ground, where it could provide him with a comprehensive map and pinpoint the exact location of the intruder.

Isiah’s concentration remained unbroken as he delved deeper into the spell’s intricacies.

He watched as the map in his mind took shape, highlighting every detail of the concealed city’s layout. It was a breathtaking display of magical prowess.

Finally, he isolated the presence he had sensed earlier, a solitary figure standing atop a rooftop, observing him with an air of confidence.

Isiah knew that this person was responsible for his entrapment within the invisible barrier.

With newfound knowledge and a detailed map of the surroundings, Isiah was prepared to confront this mysterious adversary.

Determination surged through Isiah as he made the decision to end this perplexing situation.

With unwavering focus, he began by dismantling the invisible trap that had ensnared him, expanding his protective shield made of dark energy until it shattered the four intangible walls that had surrounded him.

As the invisible barriers disintegrated, Isiah’s gaze locked onto the precise spot where the mysterious man had been standing.

With their eyes finally meeting, he spoke with a measured tone, "Enough of this game now."

The man, sensing that something had gone awry, reacted quickly by harnessing his own powers to descend from the rooftop, bringing him down to Isiah’s level.

Isiah couldn’t help but smirk slightly, a revelation dawning upon him.

It was clear that this man had no idea who he was dealing with, unaware of the formidable force he had provoked.

The confrontation was about to take an intriguing turn, as the two adversaries stood face to face .

" Who are you? And why did you come to this place ? " the man said .

Isiah studied the man carefully, his piercing gaze locking onto the stranger’s eyes.

"Names don’t matter much," he replied in a measured tone. "As for why I came, let’s just say I have an interest in this place, Triavert."

"Interest?" The man repeated, his tone firmer now, laced with a hint of suspicion. Isiah could see the determination in his eyes, a resolve to protect Triavert at all costs.

It was becoming increasingly clear that this place was shrouded in secrecy, and outsiders were not welcome.

The man Isiah faced was in his mid- twenties, his name was Khaz, his dark hair neatly combed and his striking blue eyes sharp with intelligence.

He had a lean and athletic build, suggesting a person who was not only intellectually astute but also physically capable.

Dressed in a simple yet functional attire, he looked neat but it was different from those he met in the other city .

"Well, I’ve come to learn that this place was the only safe haven from the government," Isiah responded calmly, his expression betraying none of his intentions.

Khaz couldn’t help but smirk in response, his blue eyes narrowing slightly as he retorted, "So, you’re a criminal, then?"

Isiah’s reply dripped with sarcasm as he said, "A criminal? "

"Only a criminal would love to run from the prying eyes of the government, wouldn’t they?" Khaz said sarcastically .

Their exchange carried an undercurrent of tension, each man trying to discern the true motives of the other in this mysterious and concealed world.

Khaz’s sudden attack caught Isiah off guard. It was clear that Khaz had little interest in dialogue; his only goal was to eliminate this unexpected intruder.

Spells erupted from Khaz’s hands, each one aimed at hurting Isiah. The air crackled with magical energy as the battle between them escalated.

Isiah reacted swiftly, his instincts taking over. Dark energy surged around him, forming protective barriers to deflect Khaz’s spells.

The dueling energies painted a vivid display of light and darkness in the eerie, desolate city.

Isiah had been in countless battles throughout his life, and this was no different.

He dodged, countered, and parried Khaz’s attacks with precision, his movements fluid and confident.

Isiah’s primary goal was to understand Khaz’s type of magic and his style of fighting. With each clash of spells and every exchange of blows, Isiah keenly observed Khaz’s techniques.

He paid attention to the nuances of Khaz’s magic, looking for patterns, strengths, and weaknesses of the magic Afan .

Isiah’s analytical mind worked tirelessly as he sought to unravel the mystery behind Khaz’s magic that was still not interesting .

He knew that knowing his opponent’s abilities and strategies was essential for making informed decisions during the battle.

It wasn’t just about defeating Khaz; it was about understanding him and the circumstances that led to this confrontation.

Their intense duel continued, and with every passing moment, Isiah gathered more insights into Khaz’s magical prowess and combat style, inching closer to uncovering the truth behind this unexpected encounter.

Khaz, his breath heavy from the intense battle, finally acknowledged Isiah’s strength. He couldn’t help but respect the power and determination Isiah had displayed throughout their encounter. Sweat trickled down his forehead as he spoke, "You are undeniably strong."

Isiah’s eyes remained locked onto Khaz, his expression unwavering. He didn’t respond verbally, letting his actions in the battle speak for themselves.

Isiah realized that this man was not going to give him much so he just decided to end the fight.

He needed to employ a powerful spell to subdue his opponent and ensure their safety.

Drawing upon his extensive knowledge of dark magic, he summoned the energy needed to cast the formidable spell known as "Krak."

With a focused mind and a clenched fist, Isiah channeled the dark energy swirling around him into the spell.

He could feel the raw power surging through his veins as the spell took form. It was a spell of devastation, one that could shatter bones from a distance, causing incapacitating pain to the target.

Khaz, sensing the surge of energy from Isiah, prepared to unleash another volley of attacks.

Little did he know that Isiah was about to unleash a spell that would change the course of their battle.

As Khaz released his energy projectiles, Isiah concentrated all his might into the "Krak" spell.

A wave of dark energy rippled from Isiah’s outstretched hand, forming a sinister, snakelike tendril that streaked toward Khaz with incredible speed.

The tendrils of energy writhed and contorted as they closed in on their target.

Khaz, momentarily distracted by the dazzling display of dark energy, realized too late the danger he was in.

The tendrils of the "Krak" spell struck him with a brutal force that seemed to defy the laws of physics.

Bones within Khaz’s body snapped and shattered, causing him to cry out in agony.

The alley echoed with Khaz’s pained screams as the spell took its toll.

He fell to his knees, clutching his fractured limbs, unable to muster any more attacks.

Isiah’s calculated use of "Krak" had effectively incapacitated his opponent without delivering a fatal blow.

Isiah approached the fallen Khaz cautiously, his eyes never leaving the injured man.

He could see the pain and desperation in Khaz’s eyes as he gasped for breath. Isiah’s intentions were clear – he had no desire to kill his adversary.

Instead, he sought information about Triavert and its secrets.

"Who are you working for?" Isiah demanded, his voice steady but laced with authority.

Khaz, writhing in pain on the ground, hesitated for a moment before finally relenting. "I’ll tell you... everything," he managed to utter through gritted teeth. " Just ...just stop this...stop this pain ...I feel like my ...my body is shuttering like glass"

He was not prepared to handle such a spell and Isiah didn’t go easy on him.

His screams were heard from afarand what Isiah did was just to stand while looking at him from above as he said :" You better say something usefull"