Elder Blood Witcher 589 Rite Of Fire

Quelaag "What are you doing!?!" she exclaims at the poor girl.

Anastacia "I-I'm performing the rite for his holiness..." she quickly says.

Quelaag "There's a rite to su-"

Quelana puts a hand on Quelaag's shoulder, "I'm sure there's a misunderstanding here, let's just observe and see what happens." he says, causing the livid spider to back off momentarily.

Reima isn't really sure how to react to this and just stands still, hoping it'll be over quickly... It was already to late to try and shake their beliefs.

Anastacia gets back on her knees, closing her eyes and after a minute or two, beginning to glow. The centre of her chest has some kind of tendril of fire come out of it, it extends forwards and delves into the ground in-front of Reima, confusing him.

Reima "Wait..." he mutters as he realises just where this place actually is... It's where the Axii Place of Power was...

The marble floor starts heating up and eventually turning red, melting revealing a hole beneath the stone where the focus of the Place of Power sits.

*FOOSH!*

A small pillar of fire that extends a few metres in the air explodes from the hole, causing everyone watching to back off, leaving Anastacia and Reima still standing there. The ambient magic in the air begins to increase rapidly as the flame seems to spin, visible tendrils of fire forming what looks like a small writhing tornado.

Reima's eyes widen as he realises that Anastacia was creating a bonfire, the ritual pulling magic from the earth itself, presumably causing other magical places to be rediverted to here. Eventually the intense heat subsides leaving only the writhing tornado of fire still standing around twelve feet tall.

Anastacia finally opens her eyes and marvels at her Bonfire, the manifestation of her soul. She'd never seen anything like this and felt much more powerful than power... "I... It's complete." she states as everyone looks in awe at it.

Reima "A bonfire..." he mutters, waving his hand through it which causes Anastacia to blush and squirm. "Ah, sorry..." he apologises, though the priestess doesn't seem to mind.

Quelaag "W-what is that?" she asks in disbelief.

Reima "Well, it seems that the bonfire linked itself with the Place of Power... The ambient magic in the air is astounding, this is probably now the most magically rich land in the world..." he says.

Quelana "So... If a Bonfire is placed in a Place of Power, it causes this?" she asks, causing a lightbulb to light up in Quelaag's head.

Reima shrugs, "Seems so... I'm not really sure how it all works though, I'm curious how the type of magic would affect it though. This being an Axii Place of Power.

Anastacia "Are you proud of me, Lord?"

Reima sighs and pats her head, "Yeah... I guess."

Rhea "I helped your holiness!" she chirps from the side.

Reima pats her head aswell, all the while thinking about the affects Axii would have when combined with a bonfire and ambient mana."

Elsewhere :

In a place filled with lush exotic plants and giant trees there lays many huge winged beasts, the land itself is vibrant with a large variety of strange beasts inhabiting it, most serving as food for their guardians and masters.

A gold dragon rolls on its side, it's one hundred year slumber not looking as if it will end any time soon, despite the global temperatures slowly getting colder. Nearby were small rifts in the earth, causing magic to liberally spew out and infuse everything nearby, causing even regular creatures to become powerful and mighty, though still no match for the overlords of the land, the dragons.

Suddenly, the rift begins to sputter, the magic being cut off for seemingly no reason, this being the first time such a thing has ever occurred. Eventually, the magic is gone, the rift collapsing in on itself, and the gold dragon's eyes quickly opening.

Being awoken from its slumber by something stealing its magic causing it to stand in a rage, firing a plume of fire into the sky to relieve it's anger slightly. Around the lush mountain where it'd been laying more plumes of fire rose to the sky, indignant roars following them.

The gold dragon flaps it's wings and begins to fly, reaching a mountain peak where others were already gathered.

"What is the meaning of this! Which of you stole from me!" they shout, causing the other lesser dragons to grovel before them.

A dragon with dark blue scales clambers forwards, "No dragon could do such a thing! Our magic simply cannot twist nature to such an extent!"

"Then who is responsible!?!"

The blue dragon thinks for a moment before coming to a conclusion, "Could it be the mortals?"

The gold dragons reptilian eyes contract as it glances around at the other dragons present, they come in all manner of shapes and sizes, but the one he seeks is hiding behind two others.

"Saesenthessis, do the mortals have the capabilities to do this?" he asks, knowing that the half-breed had spent a considerable amount of time among them.

Saesenthessis mentally frowns at the question, knowing full well that given enough motivation Sorcerers could accomplish most feats, even killing or controlling a dragon. "They do." she states, knowing that if she lied she'd most certainly be killed, even if she fled there would be nowhere else for her to go.

"Then, we must investigate... Are the other elders available?" the gold dragon masks.

The blue dragon shakes its large head, "No, they are further north."

The gold dragon growls, "Then, I will go... With Saesenthessis."

Saesenthessis is shocked at this, "No! They know my form, they will hunt us down if they see me."

"That is a risk we will take, to find and eliminate whoever is responsible for this!" they exclaim.