The Lightning Mage

28 | The Hardest Pill to Swallow

Lyn kept her head lowered as the feet around her shuffled out of the bathroom. Her entire body was still throbbing while her mouth was still watering with blood.

"Hey, get cleaned up for roll-call, lightning mage." The prison guard gave Lyn one more tired remark, before leaving her behind.

Lyn remained on the floor as the sounds of her heavy breaths filled the empty room. After a while, she heaved herself up, blinking a few times to clear her vision.

A tanned-skin woman was squatting right in front of her and looking at her with a pair of brown, twinkling eyes. She handed Lyn a small towel.

"Need a hand?"

"Isabella," Lyn mumbled as she leaned against the wall, "what are you still doing here? Not afraid of that Pussy gang?"

Isabella chuckled. "I can't believe you still have the energy to be like this."

Lyn snatched the towel and wiped her face. Blotches of red colored the orange fabric. "None of them will ever stand a chance against me if we're outside," she grunted.

"Oh, get off your high horse or you won't survive the week." Isabella rolled her eyes. "Come on, get changed, we don't have much time."

With that, the Latina trotted out of the bathroom. Lyn was now completely alone. The pungent smell from the blood-stained floor and the lingering splashes of the murky water all seemed to be mocking her. She gritted her teeth and threw the towel at the wall. Nobody had dared to mess with her like this, ever. She had never felt so weak and so helpless in her entire life.

But this was temporary. Prisoners were forbidden to use any magic at all, especially people with quester-level magic like herself. She just needed to make it through these three months. Once she's back out there, she's definitely going to win every one of her battles.

Every single one of them.

ϟ☁ϟ☁ϟ

Present...

Lyn cocked her head to each side, stretching her neck. "Give me a sword, Millie," she said, her confident grin never once leaving her face.

"Don't bother, unless you want your sword to break," Neil pointed out. He swung his sword out from his back. It was ridiculously huge, but with his tall, broad stature, the weapon did not seem too ridiculous on him. "Let's do this proper. Full-on elemental magic versus enhancer magic."

Lyn smirked. "Alright, as you say."

Millie's glances darted from Neil to Lyn. "You sure, Lyn?"

"Of course." Lyn smashed her hands together. Tiny, flickering light speckled all over her body as if her porcelain skin was coated with mini thunderclouds. "Let's go."

She charged forward. With her body enveloped in lightning, she moved at least ten times her regular speed. In almost no time, she was next to Neil, her hand outstretched and ready to slam into Neil's exposed neck. This had always been her signature move—in the quickest way possible, strike the opponent down before they could even move a muscle.

To her surprise, Neil shifted his feet and easily dodged her attack. Lyn lost her footing, but she still managed to jump out of the way as Neil swung his sword at her.

The tall man slashed at Lyn a few more times, while she used every bit of her concentration to barely evade each of them. His fighting style was the wildest that she had ever experienced, giving her no time to breathe. The swiftness, along with the enormity, of the blade was so intimidating, it reminded Lyn of the kraken's flying legs. Or any of the giant, high-level monsters they faced during quests.