The Golem Mage

A deep growl sent shivers down their spines as the second hoof appeared, its colour not black like the first, but a haunting shade of deep black-green.

”Great, so it turns out that the person in the egg is a part of your race,” Terran remarked, seeing as the creature coming out of the egg has hooves, but the Minotaur shook his head in response.

”Minotaurs are not born from eggs... nor is that creature supposed to be in one, However, something went wrong when its hidden fate star was revealed, and it was kidnapped even before our race’s shaman could prevent the danger it poses to us,” the Minotaur explained.

”My mission is to retrieve the heir and bring them back to the clan, it was supposed to be a simple task since we detected the presence of the life aura here,” the Minotaur Continued

”Oh, so that’s why you used the Orcs’ space gate. But that still doesn’t justify the attack,” Terran interjected.

”There was no way you were going to allow us inside the city, even if I had explained from the start, let’s not forget that you were the one who attacked me first,” the Minotaur defended his actions.

”Please, both of you, just stop arguing, I can’t shake off this feeling of danger coming from that creature, even though it has just been born,” Alfred urged, realizing the grave threat they were facing.

The creature was on the verge of breaking free from the egg, and in that moment, an extraordinary event unfolded before Terran, Alfred, and the Minotaur’s eyes.

The enormous egg crackled with an unsettling energy as the shell slowly shattered.

And Revealed within was a Centaur, and as Terran made this connection, he understood that despite their different origins, the Minotaur and centaur races were like family in the Abyss Realm, supporting each other.

And that was the reason the Minotaur must have been the one sent out to get him.

The Centaur’s form exuded a sinister aura, his eyes glowing with malefic intent.

With every step he took, his hooves struck the ground, cloaked in an eerie green-tinged flame that flickered and danced, casting a shadow of fear upon the trees near the city hall.

The wickedness of the Centaur’s presence was palpable, causing both awe and dread in the hearts of Terran, Alfred, and the Minotaur.

On one side, the Centaur’s appearance took an ominous turn.

His sleek mane hung in matted strands, his vibrant chestnut hue transforming into a sickly shade of ashen gray.

A single horn jutted out from his head, gleaming wickedly in the blood-red moonlight.

His left eye, filled with piercing malice, seemed to peer into the souls of anyone unfortunate enough to cross his path.

Yet, on the other side, a stark contrast unfolded. A soft, golden light illuminated his form, revealing an enchanting and grace-filled aura.

His muscular chest expanded with power, clad in shimmering armor made of the metal element.

It harmonized with the ethereal gleam emanating from his mesmerizing right eye.

His mane, flowing like molten gold, cascaded down his strong shoulders with otherworldly elegance.

As he moved, the clashing energies of green flames and golden radiance created an ethereal display of duality that captivated all who beheld it.

”A prince is born,” the words echoed through the? Mouth of the Minotaur

The Minotaur immediately dropped to his knees the moment the Centaur finished his transformation.

One side of the Minotaur radiated sinisterness with green flames, while the other side exuded grace with golden radiance.

Terran couldn’t help but gawk at the sight.

It became clear that they couldn’t rely on the Minotaur if they were to end up fighting this Centaur.

In fact, it was evident that they now have to see the Minotaur as an enemy, as he wouldn’t hesitate to fight on the side of the just-born Centaur.

Terran couldn’t sense any cultivating aura or realm from the Centaur, yet warning signals flooded his senses, and even Alfred, who stood before him, lost his sleepy look.

Terran was certain that fighting this newborn creature wouldn’t be easy.

After all, a lot had happened because of this particular Centaur.

The revelation of a Evil Sect Branch and a High Ranking Minotaur being sent to get him only added to the complexity.

”Neighkta nauele? ( Where am I) ” the Centaur’s voice echoed, questioning his surroundings.

Ignoring both Terran and Alfred, the Centaur posed a question to the Minotaur in their native language, causing confusion for Terran and Alfred.

”Nurtara anavarka,” the Minotaur responded promptly, indicating he was in the Earth realm.

The Centaur redirected his attention towards Terran and Alfred, his words carrying a deep sense of anguish and resentment.

”Your kind kidnapped me,”

he began, his voice filled with bitterness.

”They drained my energy when I was still an infant, attempted to infuse their attributed flames into me, and control my every move, My consciousness was almost lost amidst their destructive flames.”

He paused for a moment, his emotions evident in the wild fluctuations of his aura.

”Though I hold no intention of harming you cause , it is because of your interference that I managed to escape their clutches,” he continued, his voice tinged with malice.

”Yet, I cannot help but feel a deep resentment towards both you and that flame Mage, cause It is because of your actions that I never reached my full potential.”

As the Centaur spoke, Terran witnessed the incredible growth of his realm, ascending from a Tier 1 creature to the astonishing peak of Tier 7.

As the mana in the air kept on being converted to force and entering the Centaur Prince body.

Alfred, realizing the gravity of the situation, retrieved a staff from his space ring, indicating his readiness to face this formidable opponent.

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The pressure emanating from the peak Tier 7 Centaur was far greater than the combined force of the Minotaur and Damien,when he faced them

Alfred, now casting intricate spells in response, conjured various runes that materialized in the air, as he prepared to confront the Centaur head-on.

Yet, despite his disadvantaged realm, the Centaur held an air of contempt as he stared down at Alfred, looking down upon him with disdain, regardless of their difference in realms.

”Every royal born Centaur has the innate ability to reach the Tier 9 realm effortlessly,” the Centaur proclaimed, frustration and rage lacing his words.

”Yet, due to conspiracy and the greed of another human, my growth was stunted, making me the weakest Royal born in countless years.”

Raising his hands skyward, the Centaur summoned a golden spear that materialized in the air and adorned his upper body with a dazzling golden armor, a display of his newfound strength and determination.

His hair whipped about wildly as his gaze hardened, fixating dangerously on Terran and Alfred.

With determination, the Minotaur rose to his feet, assuming a formidable stance as he firmly gripped his War Hammer.

Although uncertain of the Centaur’s true intentions, the Minotaur understood the significance of his royal birth.

As every royal born individual was seen as a potential leader of their race, they were both secretly despised and greatly respected.

But must alwsy be supported against outsiders.

”Stay away from this! This is the Prince’s first battle,” the Centaur declared, his words holding a commanding tone

”I shall engage in combat as we did in the old ways, drawing blood to signify my presence, My realm should not be an excuse.”

The Minotaur’s shock was palpable, and tears welled in his eyes as he regarded the Centaur with renewed admiration and respect.