Lockeroom's Pandemonium

Chapter twenty seven: Somehow . . . something has changed

Silver Cassano furiously slashed his whip towards the Gorgon's head.

Yet, the Gorgon managed to get rid of the coming attack as she flamboyantly produced a black air coming from her elegant, humungous hand fan.

She was not a Yohanna anymore. Her body changed, her voice thicker, her movement became floppy.

She was now a clone of Aunt Mathilda—the woman who knew how to irritate anyone by just with the use of her tactless mouth.

He made another attempt of whipping. This time, it was faster than his usual stroke.

But the Gorgon seems to be alert than what he expected.

With the wind that her fan had produced, it is not just the whip who had lost the momentum, but of his whole body as well.

He struggled as the wind howled and applied pressure. His whole body is stiffened as he was afraid of being dragged by the storm of wind from the Gorgon's attack.

“What are you doing, young boy?! Trying how to be a fool?” The Gorgon asked. “But you don't have too! You are a fool in nature. Since born!”

The Gorgon understands her assignment, Silver thought. She was like the real Aunt Mathilda whom she had just met. From the voice, the way how it move and look, even the innate talent of annoying anyone only by just using her bare voice.

Indeed, an Aunt Mathilda material.

Silver then, decided to jump and made a circling motion in the air. At first, it was hard, for the wind was trying to interrupt him. But he still pursued. He continued to circle his body while holding a whip.

Then a figure of fire started to form. Like a wheel of a high-speed car, the circling motion of the whip and of Silver gave a figure of a moving wheel.

It was similar with the Fire God's cocoon tactic, but this one is completely easier than with the previous skill he had casted.

“Skill: Fire God’s wheel of apocalypse.”

The wind which was plain in black, suddenly turned hot and burning. The heat of the fire from Silver’s whip was being dragged by the wind. When the wind swirled near to the clones, the immense heat that it possesses has made their skin and their bodies to melt in a horrible way: skin burning, flesh drying, blood evaporating, bone turning coal and black.

When Silver finally gained enough momentum, he jolted forward, dashing to where the Gorgon—which was cloned as Aunt Mathilda—was standing while continuing to wave her hand fan.

The Gorgon was then prepared by his attack.

Soon as Silver was few centimeters away of the Gorgon, she managed to cast a skill. And he never expected it.

“Skill: vacuum.”

It was just a simple, low leveled skill. She managed to cast it with ease. Yet Silver struggled.

The fire in his whip began to dissipate. The momentum he hardly earned were now breaking, making him to slow his spin. His chest hardened: pain started to creep as he realized that no matter how hard he tried to breath, there were no air coming through her lungs.

‘No, the vacuum,’ he thought.

It was then when he realized that the he was being surrounded by a vacuum field. The gravity was nowhere found. The air, the oxygen which he needs for breathing and creating fire was as well missing. He cannot hear any sound. Yet, he can see the grave smile of Aunt Mathilda a meter away of him. He can see the scene of chaos that was happening at the woman’s back.

His chest continued to hurt. He was suffocating. His chest wanted to breath. He wanted air. He wanted to survive.

He saw explosions happening at Aunt Mathilda's back. Bodies flying in different direction, blood splattering in the tepid warm air he now cannot feel.

He wanted to erase the arrogant smirk of the gorgon.

Sooner, his vision blurred. Only silhouette of light was now flickering in his weak eyes. Until it suddenly turned dark—but he knew he was still alive; struggling to remain alive.

Then come a flash of great light. It was too bright that even though Silver’s sight was already blurry, he still closed his eyes and squinted, for he cannot stand the light that suddenly erupted in the field.

He then felt the hard ground colliding with his body. His lungs opened, and the air started to flow. He gasped as he tried his best to ease the pain that was surging in his chest.

Few seconds came, and his vision back. He was still lying on the ground as his body still cannot move from the shock that he had experienced. His mouth was open dry. He wanted to drink water. He wanted to heal himself, to get rid of the pain that is trying to eat him.

Then, few inches away of him, a pair of feet almost stomped his face. But it managed to gain its balance, and avoided him. It then jumped, and moved forward.

He heard clashing sound of powers: the zapping of electric current, the howl of the dangerous wind.

Then two skill cast had come into his hearing.

“Skill: Devil Wind!”

“Skill: Fall of the thunder stars!”

And as he moved his sight, he saw two figures not far off of him. They were floating, casting incredible magical skills.

One is the Gorgon, one is a woman who wears sheep-like clothing—the Aries' battle set. But somehow . . . it changed. Something has changed.

Silver realized then, that it was of Yohanna’s figure.

But this time, he has the instinct that the woman was the real one—the real Yohanna.