The Last Warlock

A few hours later,

Mack walked into a small lake and bathed himself to clean all the sweat and blood.

But one thing kept bugging him.

The hole in his shoulder was not healing. By Mack's estimation, even when having a level two constitution, he should be able to heal that.

If was not by his battlesuit covering the hole and stop the bleeding, he would be white as ghost already. He doubted he would die because of that, nevertheless, his left arm was useless by the time being.

Mack suspected of one thing. Will. That mage had several different artefacts in him and none of them looked like it came from a factory. .

'Do they leave a will when creating those objects?'

[Yes. Your assumption is correct. If a tool is created by powerful enough mage, they can impart a will to the tool on the creation process. Just like your blood always carries your will]

Hearing that, Mack begun to remove his battlesuit and took a dagger from his back.

Blood poured out of the left shoulder as the battlesuit didn't hold anymore the bleeding.

Mack pressed the dagger against the hole and started to cut his own flesh.

The pain was so much that Mack wished to just leave it there.

The shoulder was one of the places used by professional torturers for this single reason. It had a lot of nerves, the more nerves a place had, the more pain signals would be sent to the brain.

Mack kept pushing the dagger and cutting his own flesh, expanding the hole while removing bits and pieces of his own flesh and bones.

Raz, by the side, saw all of that, but guessed that Mack had his reasons for that.

A few minutes later Mack cleaned the dagger and thew water on his shoulder to clean the wound. Now almost fitting a baby fist into it.

The huge amount of blood made the lake all around Mack turn slightly red, but his goal was accomplished.

Not a minute later, the wound started to close at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye.

'Thank god I'm paranoid, if I kept fighting that guy with this shoulder I would probably be a corpse now.'

Mack stayed inside the lake. He would wait until the wound was fully healed. He didn't know if he left any piece of flesh that was 'infected' by the will of that attack.

The small lake was ideal for that because Mack would not leave any visible trail behind. Once the blood mixed with the water no one would notice that Mack stayed there.

But they needed to keep moving. Mack could not risk a fight with that mage right now.

He needed to figure a plan or something to deal with him.

The two major problems that Mack saw when fighting that mage were the magic shield and that shinning object he used for last. Mack was not able to see exactly what it was but it seemed some kind of small pendant or a small gun.

Either way, he was shocked by that mage physical strength too. But he guessed it was because the robe he used, as the mage itself didn't seem to move faster nor tried to pursuit Mack.

'It's probably some kind of buff spell like in the games'

After waiting for a few more minutes, and feeling that the shoulder seemed fine now and was properly healing, Mack left the small lake.

Seeing Raz waiting for him, Mack remembered what seemed to be the motive of this gate. To be taught by this specific warlock. But everything went side ways because of Mack's freak body.

Mack remembered the way that Raz fought dozens of warlocks depending only on his swords and fighting skills, and remembered the clumsy way he fought that mage.

He was still a rookie, even after all those days.

Mack approached Raz, looked him in the eyes for five long seconds.

And kneeled on the ground.

"Please accept me as your disciple. Again."

Raz looked at this familiar scene and remembered the early days of the battle. So much things have happened in only a few months.

Raz was about to talk, but remembered that Mack could not hear him.

He moved his left hand and patted a single time in Mack's right shoulder.

Mack looked up, and Raz gave a nod.

It was time to pass all his knowledge to this odd warlock. Didn't matter anymore if he Mack have a bizarre body or would be able or not to use what he learned.

Raz needed to teach him.

Because he was the last warlock.

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