CHAPTER 30: THE WHITE PLAGUE (2)

"Don’t even think of interfering in the trial." Varrick’s voice as low and failing to conceal the threat it had in them.

The princess tightened her grip on the hilt of her dagger, she could feel it throbbing under her skin. "A hexacore chronicles has awakened, if we don’t stop it they will all die."

Varrick barely flinched at her words. "Interrupting a trial would be against the rules of the tower."

The princess gave him one enraged look, her eyes blazing. "Good thing I’m not bound to that constraint." As she said this she kicked the air behind her with her feathered boots and started to plummet down to the ground at an insane speed.

She would have made it to the ground in a minute or so without any interruptions. Her prefect decline was knocked off course by funnel of wind, she spun very fast in the air against her wish. A low grunt left her lungs as she barely managed to stabilise herself in the sky.

She looked up at the Testmaster and could find his eyes looking heavy with a cold expression. "Unfortunately I am bound by duty to prevent anyone from interfering, regardless of status."

The princess looked up at him, her palm burned and itched to the extent that it made he uncomfortable. This was not due to the fact that she was itching for a fight but because of the small curved dagger resting on her hip.

"Damn you Varrick." She hissed at him. Her body struggling to control her dagger as it vibrated even harder, at one point it looked like it shifted on its own. She had to use more power to keep it restrained.

Varrick noticed the change in her expression and his eyes went straight to her hand, then shifted back to her face. "I know there has not been an awakening before, and I can’t believe to imagine how it must feel for you to control your hexacore chronicles weapon also."

She sighed heavily, "Not a word more bastard. You’re leaving everyone down there to die, it’s the white plague."

The testmaster’s face remained hard to describe, with only a few twiches every here and there which was barely even noticeable. "I’ve heard the stories of the plague, Princess Shireen. But until this test concludes, I cannot interfere. And the same goes for you."

The princess glared at him, she weighed her options which were regrettably not much. Beating Varrick to get to the black plague was something se believed she could do but at what cost. She knew from experience how powerful he was in the sky, how would she fare against him in a fight.

In the years they had been apart she had grown stronger all to kill him for taking her sister from her, and now that she was before him ready to make a move, she hesitated.

She knew Varrick had also grown stronger, so strong he had actually secured himself a position as a testmaster. There was another reason she chose not to fight him, even if she did manage to come out on top. She doubted that she could subdued the spirit of the white plague with whatever strength she had left. So in the end she would still be forced to wait till the number of crossers would become 400 which would have taken an hour at the least.

She looked at the holographic projection of the number of crossers actually remaining and frowned.

[1237 CROSSERS REMAINING]

Below them was a growing rot spreading at unnatural speed and the everything it came into contact with to a dry white pigment. Every one it came into contact with started to grow paler and thinner till they all started to drop down dead. Shireen had heard stories of the white plague, one of the hexacore chronicles but never believed it to be true.

The origin of the plague itself was never documented and it’s nature was simple, to devour all life a predator with insatiable hunger. When it had first appeared in history, she had heard it almost wiped out an entire floor of the magnificent tower but seeing this before her very eyes filled her with a somewhat cold feeling.

There was a pandemonium as people tried to escape the growing rot as fast as they could but aside from this there was nothing more but silence. It made her wonder which was more frightening, the growing plague or the fact that hundreds of people were dying quietly.

Back down on the earth surface was a young girl with rough purple hair crouching down next to the cripple young woman on the ground, she current had her body wrapped around her as best she could.

The ground all around them was skilled with white blades of grass, so dry that they turned to dust at the slightest force of a small breeze touching them .

Tears rolled down the sides of Emilia’s face as she stared at the white plague just standing in the center of all the mayhem and death staring at it’s handwork. She had initially engaged the abomination in a fight of her own but ended up having to protect Nasha. She noticed the plague spreading and everything dying and due to her blood powers she managed to slow down the effects and protect Nasha which she could only so at a close distance.

They had both expected the monster to strike them but it did not, so perhaps it still had a sliver of humanity hidden in that darkness.

No one dared approach the monster since the plague was still growing and devouring everything. Emilia was losing her strength, which meant that she and her companion would still follow suite.

The crunching of bare feet on dry grass caught their attention, the sound seemed to be that of someone walking and the person was walking closer to them.

Emilia looked back over her shoulder and spoke with disbelief in her voice. "How is he alive?"

A figure dressed in white stopped by them and gave them a cold confident look. "I apologise for the inconvenience. I’m afraid I am going to have to take back my sword."