Astra Triumphant
The Never Ending Quest - Episode 90520
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The Dragonmage Minestus gloated at the struggling werewolf girl before him. She was so
powerful and strong in her human form, perhaps even more so as a werewolf, but so weak before
him. How pleasurable it was to take those humans who thought of themselves as heroes, with
their ridiculous codes of honor and morality, and put them at the mercy of the beast within. Now
what would he do with her? He could send her anywhere in the world, due to the powerful magic
of the Caves which warps time and space, magic he had used to send forth his apprentices to
conquer other worlds in his name. Perhaps he would send her back to Vincent's tower, where she
would slay her newfound friend, that idiot Dragonslayer who'd killed his student. Then she
would be consumed by guilt for the rest of her miserable life until, when she least suspected it,
Minestus would return and make an end of her.
But before he could speak a word the werewolf leaped into the air and slashed at his leg with her claws. Minestus made no move to defend himself. He had made a deal with the King of Shades centuries ago that meant that he could be killed neither by a beast nor by a man, die neither at day nor at night, and no weapon forged by mortal hands could harm him. He no longer had any fear for his own life. But the girl's claws cut his skin and for the first time since he had made that pact he saw his own blood. Now it was Minestus who was an animal trapped in a cage. He did not think to cast a spell, for he was not used to fighting for his own life. Instead he gave in to his instincts and and lashed out at her with claws and flame. The flame scorched the walls and melted many of the beautiful objects he kept in his horde. But it did not harm the girl, who dived out of its way. She ran under him and slashed at his belly, then leaped up and sunk her fangs into his jugular. To his horror, he found himself screaming. He rolled and rolled around, striking at the girl as one would attempt to smash an insect. But she came loose and every time she dodged his stroke and with a roar made another wound. In a few agonizing moments Minestus realized that he was dying. He had caught himself in his own trap. A werewolf was neither a man nor a beast. The time-warping magics of the caves were so strong that he was not sure whether it was day or night, and perhaps it was both in different parts of the caves. And while he could be harmed by no weapons forged by mortal hands, that did not apply to a werewolf's claws. Minestus laughed and then spoke no more. And Astra stood on top of Minestus's corpse and let loose a howl of triumph.
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