Chapter 236: Resurgent Illusionist

This sucks, Travis thought, scratching himself as he stared out into the empty void. It’s not like I could possibly watch all the directions at once. I’m too important.

They should station like, a hundred people around the edges of the stronghold and have them report to me when they see something. This is just ridiculous.

Travis should be inside the palace right now eating honeyed ham and drinking constellation milk…assuming that was a thing.

At least Mabel is here with me. Travis thought, idly patting Mabel, his absolutely-real girlfriend who he had met during his Establishing Quest, like normal people did.

Travis remembered those times fondly. She’d wound up covered in monster guts, grinning back at him after a successful mission where they’d both nearly died.

“I can rest easy knowing you’re here with me, Mabel.” Travis said.

“That’s right!” Mabel said flexing her bicep. “Nobody’s gonna touch my baby while I’m around.”

Travis was chuckling at her cute pose when something caught his eye.

Eight orange comets were lancing through the sky, on a collision course with the Stronghold.

“Oh. Oh! Oh shit!”

Other lookouts must’ve seen it too, because the sound of ringing bells began to echo through the entire Stronghold.

Sounding the alarm wasn’t Travis’s job, though. Travis’s job was to kick some necromancer ass.

Travis leapt off the roof of the building and sprouted illusionary wings from his back, propelling himself forward beside Mabel, who was able to jump between platforms of air she created with the Stance passive from her Advanced Class.

It wasn’t copying William Oh, it was a different thing entirely. Seriously.

In any case, the two of them shot forward and intercepted the eight points of orange-ish light before they could smash into the stronghold.

“Stop right there!” Travis shouted, hands raised as the emaciated necromancer and his six flaming fae ghosts halted in midair.

Damn I’m brave.

Vincent Duncan looked kinda goofy in that royal bling. A skeletal man wearing a big crown and oversized jewelery matched with a skintight black torso and leg pieces that gave him an unbalanced look, like his head was too big and he was going to topple over at any second.

“You shall go no further! My hot girlfriend and I will-“

Vincent Duncan snapped his fingers.

“EEP!” Travis went invisible and dodged left, shooting a bolt of lightning from the right to interfere with whatever effect Vincent was trying to use on the air around him.

Thank the gods I can see that, Travis thought with a sigh.

“RAH!” two of the burning fae charged the location his lightning had come from, passing through thin air a moment before Mabel caught one of them in the side of the head with a vicious flying kick.

As a level 56 Iron Fist, she was more than capable to dealing lethal damage to these bastards on her own.

“Babe? They’ve got some kind of fire aura.” Mabel said, wincing as she retreated from the burning ghost whose neck had been bent at a ninety degree angle.

An instant later, the fae exploded, knocking Mabel backwards.

“Kyaaa!”

“Mabel!” Travis rushed forward and caught Mabel as she spun through the void. Her body was lightly smoking, and she gave a pathetic cough in his arms.

“Hold on,” Travis muttered as he proceeded to heal her…It wasn’t taking. It was as if some unknown effect was interfering with his Ability.

He’s got some kind of corrosive effect in those flames…

“I’m okay, just a little singed, more importantly, WATCH OUT!”

Travis made an explosion beside them that tumbled the two of them backwards an instant before three more fae swept their weapons through where they had just been.

Since they were clustered nicely together like that, Travis might as well oblige them.

“FIREBALL!” Travis shouted, creating an explosion between the three of them. The flames didn’t do much, but the kinetic force surely dealt some major damage…

Or not?

The flaming undead tumbled for a moment, but seemed to shake it off quickly, reorienting on Travis and giving chase.

But I hit them harder than she did with her foot, didn’t I?

There was a strange disconnect here.

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Travis unleashed a dizzying amount of lighting on the undead, who dove right through it, one by one joining the fight until every single one of them was engaged in battle with them.

No matter how hard he swung his conjured blades or what kind of elemental force he created from nothing, it seemed to have little effect.

Were they caught off guard or was that one strangely weak, or…what?

All the while, the necromancer paced around their fight, waiting for his opportunity. The man only had a scepter and a dagger, and he seemed to keep the scepter tucked in his belt, so it was really just the dagger.

His personal offensive capacity is limited. He must have to wear all the set items at once to get the bonus, and they’re consuming all his slots, so no good weapons. oops!

Travis juked out of the way of another one of the mysterious attacks by Vincent, Miasma arcing nearly as fast as Travis’s lightning.

I’m curious to see what this does, Travis thought, dodging out of the way and waiting for the Ability to take effect.

To his surprise it just sat there in a donut of miasma encircling the spot he had just been.

Travis made a goose and threw it through the donut, honking and hissing as it flapped its wings, trying to stabilize itself.

BOOM!

Travis’s goose was cooked as faefire exploded around it, rendering the illusion back to glittering fragments of light and miasma.

So he’s setting traps?

Is he not confident in a straight-up fight?

Mabel and Travis seemed to reach that conclusion at the same time, sharing the plan with a mere glance at each other.

The two of them split up then swept past each other in a pretzel-like flight pattern, each trailing three fae. Travis grabbed Mabel by the ankle as she flew past and flung her straight towards the necromancer before creating a massive wall of steel in front of the ones chasing her.

Mabel shot forward at dizzying speed, hooking her leg around the dagger the necromancer tried to block with and kicking him in the ribs.

Crack!