"You will not escape!"
The lava tsunami kept up with Enuma's flight and crashed on him. XelanaTon had hoped that that would be the last of it, but once the scene was cleared of its smoke, he could see the unholy werebeast hovering above them with a sharply spinning ball of wind over it.
"I was never one fond of the wind." It said to itself looking upon its healing palm. It swung its right foot forward like it was sidestepping into a dance, and wind poured from its sphere and streamed like the flames of a mighty dragon.
The wind radiant beast had just regained its footing, and upon sighting the approaching wind attack, it responded with a wind spell of its own. A large vortex of wind erupted from its feathery chest and clashed with the attack. Both spells were unyielding, trapped in a state of equilibrium.
Then the dwarven warriors sprang into action. They appeared at Enuma's sides and began a barrage of fireballs. The wind hissed with each passing flame. Enuma was outnumbered. Its wind sphere absorbed the firsts of the barrage but they soon proved to be too many as the sphere went aflame.
The dwarves did not stop their blasts, and the wind radiant beast soon overwhelmed Enuma's blast.
This was the perfect time. A compound attack that would send the creature to the depths of hell. XelanaTon stepped forward, activated his lava spell. Radiance streamed from him, into the soil, and it heed its call. Almost instantly, the ground beneath Enuma split open and a wall of lava arose, engulfing the damned beast.
They held on with the attack for about a minute, until XelanaTon withdrew his lava, prompting the rest to stop theirs as well.
What remained of Enuma dropped, and landed with a loud boom.
XelanaTon squinted his eyes to where it had fallen, and he was bewildered.
Enuma stood, with merely half of its body, the other half still severely burnt and adorned with gashes, it should by no means be able to stand. Its left leg bones were only what remained of its left side, that and a few broken and burnt ribs.
Its radiance had shrunken greatly, and despite that, despite its current circumstances, its body still regenerated albeit slowly.
Enuma crackled, "Master bestowed with a great life force. With all of us together, we are practically immortal." It said in a tongue that was unfamiliar to both XelanaTon and the dwarves, though XelanaTon remembered that he had heard it from Enojar.
XelanaTon, the Judge of Talcaf Forest eyes glowed with a bright blue hue, radiance surged from his body and streamed hastily in the soil. It was time to put an end to this.
"Earthen Coffin of Damnation."
Before Enuma could notice, the ground on which it stood hovered. It noticed the ploy and struggled to get off the flying platform, but it was too late. The expanse of soil folded into each other, and then again and again and again, shrinking and crushing itself until nothing but a rough human sized boulder was left.
The boulder fell and broke apart upon hitting the ground. Enuma's fur and blood smeared the broken pieces, and they were all that remained of it.
"Let's see you get up from that."
*****
"Ohhh? Enuma is dead. That is a shame. It was my most valuable possession." Enojar said, his hollow voice betraying the sentiment of the words.
The disgraced elf had just finished the arcane runes necessary for the transfer of power. He rose up to meet Mike glaring at him.
"Oh please. This will not take too long. Anyways, you will be fine, but I am not making any promises."
The last time the elf had resorted to such a spell was decades ago when he had just begun feeding on the radiance of the continent's magical beasts. And that was long before he could siphon it with merely a touch but decades of powerlessness and lack of use had reduced him to needing the intricate arcane rune, a good thing he had managed to keep the book on him when he was entrapped, how else would he be able to do this or create Enuma and his brothers?
BOOM
Enojar's abode shook, and many of his eccentric jars fell off their slots, breaking and making a mess. The rune was ruined by stinky liquids and shards of glass, but that was not the worst of it. Enojar felt a sharp pain in his feet, and he raised his legs to find them impaled with large thorns.
His pale skin turned red with pain. Not only does the prison feed on his radiance to cut his hopes of escape, it also had a defensive mechanism, when it would sprout thorns throughout the space if struck violently and if Enojar wasn't careful, he could be impaled or bleed to death.
Black, thin and pointy pieces of wood half the height of Mike filled the room. Enojar could not move. His face was contorted in anger and frustration, he had not anticipated this.
He managed to turn his neck to the side to look at Mike. His captive, unlike him, was safe and unharmed in the crystal, and that made him even more sour.
"Oh, I am so screwed. I am…" He paused.
A few meters away, a transparent thing crawled. It phased through the thorns, and though it received damage, it did not stop nor did it show any sign of pain.
Enojar smiled once he realized what it was. It was hope.