Everyone was safe, Crow had made sure of it and I could give my all to this fight.
Mana rushed through my body with renewed intensity and the Wind of Correction felt it.
My resonance, already stronger then the others thanks to my immense training, had reached new heights with the evolution of my primordial rune.
[haste]
My body launched towards the monsters, trails of blood still up in the air, unable to follow my momentum and my wind covered swords hit my opponent.
Once again he tried to explode and reform his body while hurting me, but this time I was ready.
[Skydraft]
My swords swung upwards and with their movement, blades of wind governed by my mana moved remnants of the beast with it.
I didn't stand idle though.
With electricity coursing through my legs, I jumped as high as possible to keep up my momentum. I couldn't let the beast act.
When my swords, now crackling with electricity, hit the beast, instead of scattering again, it held my swords with its own wind sword.
The currents changed their course at once and I was thrown down.
"Fuck."
I tried cushioning my fall with the wind, but the landing wasn't perfect and I felt my legs hurting.
Were they broken? I didn't know, but I had no time to worry about it. I felt the Wind of Correction flying towards me at high speed, I needed to be ready and block it somehow.
The currents enveloped my legs like a second skin, holding me up. Electricity down my swords and with all the strength I could muster I deflected the wind strike coming my way.
Its wind was heavy. Too heavy to be normal.
Can I even do something like that?
Just then, I felt the currents shift again and jumped backwards.
The wings of the monster were attacking as well and I couldn't keep up with their relentless attacks.
That was when the training my father taught me kicked in. Feeble swords of wind manifested through my resonance, weak, but enough to deflect and give me breathing space.
Enough to give me the chance to counter.
[lightning bolt]
From the tip of my sword, an arrow made of pure electricity shot towards the monster hitting it squarely in the chest.
The creature was flung away and at the same moment I heard the familiar sound of a mirror shattering.
What? Wasn't I the only one that could fight?
But then nothing happened, nothing I was aware of at least. Whatever Crow was doing it didn't seem to go against the rules.
Nor the beast seemed to care.
Once again, the feeble wind swords appeared, more to serve as a distraction then anything else, but that too was enough.
If there was one thing that Crow had taught me, it was that deception can be the biggest ally in a battle.
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Wow, he started playing dirty.
Cael was fighting with all his might, but that alone would have never been enough. It was clear for me that the Wind of Correction, was almost at the level of a Runner, and even if Cael was probably the strongest Walker among all of us, he was still a Walker and the thing he was fighting held the same kind of power he wielded.
Playing dirty and underhanded tricks was the only way to beat it and I was glad he came to that conclusion alone.
That is, after all, an elemental of Correction.
How it ended up being trapped into this labyrinth was beyond my imagination, but a pleasant gift nonetheless.
I broke the mirror that was floating beside me. It was merely a recording device, but instead of images, it recorded the movement of mana.
The way the Wind of Correction used its mana was interesting enough, but seeing how Cael was able to create wind swords solely from his resonance between mana and rune was a good surprise.
The other heirs were barely standing on their knees when I started moving around scattering shards of my recording mirror everywhere.
Some looked at me confused, some didn't even realise I was walking around them, but they all saw what kind of beast we had all summoned and how fiercely Cael was fighting.
I too was mesmerised for a long while by his form, but it quickly got boring without much magic besides lightning strikes here and there and those wind swords.
So I started skimming through all the engravings I had copied from the actual labyrinth during our trip.
The presence of an elemental of correction was starting to bother me.
However I couldn't find anything besides the fact that this was indeed a training institute for the 12 paths of power.
Yet nothing about the Error was described. Except that we were the owners of this institute.
It doesn't make sense. If this was really a possession of my ancestors, why is it inside a dungeon?
There were too many possibilities.
Was I actually an alien from another world?
Were Error and Correction both paths from the beyond?
What even was the beyond?
In the midst of my spiraling thoughts, I noticed something interesting about the wings that monster was using to fight Cael.
They definitely didn't belong to him.
Well, maybe a pair did, but the others? Definitely not.
Angelic wings, draconic wings and what I could only describe as cotton wings, stretched from his back, was that some kind of mutation?
I immediately sent a message to Cael through the mirror I had put on him.
"Mock him for his mismatched wings and for the love of the gods, start laughing… this is so boring."
Cael immediately burst out laughing after hearing my message.
"I'm risking my life and you say this is boring?"
"Please, as if I'd allow you to die. Now laugh as I command and mock the bastard."
He complied without missing a beat and after a second of momentary stun, the monster roared with pleasure answering in Laithath.
"These are the trophies from the pupils of those mistakes! Of course I wear them with pride!"
Its fighting got a little sloppier and fiercer at the same time. Cael cursed me because of the boosted speed the Wind of Correction was exhibiting, but I was thinking of something else entirely.
I could understand the Angelic wings, there was quite literally a path of the Angel, but the other? What kind of pupils did my ancestors have?
"Cael, repeat after me and don't miss the opportunity."
"No! Don't help me, I need to prove myself!" -Cael
"What's there to prove? You already are the strongest between us all. I just need informations from that thing."
Cael didn't answer anymore and focused on his fight.
"Fine, have it your way, but leave it on the brink of death before finishing the job. I really need those informations."
Again, no answer came my way, but seeing how he too increased his pace matching the monster I got the message loud and clear.
His swords were a flash of silvery mana, even the wind swords were getting sturdier by the second, not quite like the swords of mana I was creating on the side, but still impressive.
It wasn't long before Cael was able to actually wound and strip the beast of its wings. Although stronger, that elemental must have spent gods know how long locked here.
"Crow…"
"Yes, thank you."
I stepped before the elemental's remains, Cael's twin blades forming an X above its neck. The end was already decided.
"Tual ven draivor'ail Errath vel oris,no verai, no shaim? Ah… morra disvain sel Corrath. I've drai vorael, el'why var cain."
What I basically said was a reinforcement of the previous mocking Cael did on my behalf, of course digging a little deeper.
I told it how it was shameful for it to wear wings of the Error and understood how Correction abandoned the elemental behind.
Did I know it's true story? Of course not, but it didn't really matter. My words had the exact effect I wished.
Its Laithath was weird, but I was able to understand nonetheless.
"YOU KNOW NOTHING YOUNG HIGH HUMAN! AS SOON AS THE WAR ENDS, MY COMRADES WILL COME AND SAVE ME!"
Now that is something.
"That war? It ended ages ago. Of course you understand what it means…"
"HA! YOU THINK YOU CAN FOOL ME?"
"Haven't you noticed? It passes such a long time that nobody else understands our language."
That got the effect I wished for.
I saw as the Wind of Correction lost all his hopes. How it realised I was telling a truth I didn't even know. And I relished in every moment.
"But… it's impossible… the prophecy…"
Its words were starting to get harder to understand, but I focused and recorded everything nonetheless.
"They should have been… the heir… lost… last Thylarion."