Chapter 34.3- Doom Days

Its roar set the temperature soaring back again, and now the water evaporated before it even touched it. Its form seemed to shake, becoming more ethereal and I remembered some of what I had read about elementals. They were an interesting middle ground when it came to magic— neither light nor dark, but oh so very useful. They had to be limited to a certain space so the Egyptians had grown fond of using them to guard tombs until it was found that elementals were connected to their creator, taking power from said creator to keep them alive, and fading when said creator either died or willed it so. It had apparently caused an uproar in the ancient civilization when a robber managed to break into several tombs that relied on elementals whose creators were long dead.

Did that have anything to do with what was happening here? No. But it was funny to read about. The useful information here was that a summoned elemental was only ever as strong as its creator, and that meant that for most wizards they weren’t worth the magical cost and also didn’t present enough of a threat to challengers to justify the ostensible of their use. In this case, this elemental had clearly been summoned by either Dumbledore or someone not too far off from what I suspected his level to be.

I watched the tail twitch as the stump began to develop. Interesting. There was no spell or enchantment without a weakness, and as the Egyptians had found out to their humiliation, this spell’s weakness was its caster. The regeneration was just slow enough to convince me that there was a viable path here. I just had to outlast and overpower one of the most powerful wizards in the world. How fun.

My choice was the good ol’ piercing hex. I nailed the elemental right between the eyes, forcing its head to snap back from the force as the spell hit. Anpother one in its knee, another in an arm, one to centre-mass, another, another, another… I sent them as fast as I could make em, and I could make em pretty damn fast. It didn’t matter where I aimed— this wasn’t a human to be killed by hitting a vital area. What I had to do here was different. Overlaod the regeneration by giving it too many tings to heal and forcing it to stall in the end. Either Dumbledore would disconnect the spell or he would faint from overexertion. At least, that was hat I expected until the creature roared again, this time forcing me to take a dstewp backwards from the sheer force of the shout. The magma that made up its body had been sloughed off by my constant barrage, and that was just the beginning, I assured myself.

Before I could hit with the next spell, it squatted and breathed in my direction, sending a firestorm in my direction.