Strong Mage Assassins

The Riddle

She raises her hand in the air. The daemon’s sword in the sky came into her hand.

Agathodaemon stabbed two large Askars in the chest in anger. She barely flew high and fell to the floor of the palace to swing his daemon sword. The Daemon sword's impact on the floor made a huge ripple. All the Askar were in awe of the power of the god Agathodemon. Because all the Askar are burned, and they are making a terrible mess.

Hesperus cried his Dehars. Siblings.

"I’m sorry," was the last thing Hesperus said before he fell.

The next incident was terrible.

"Two of us have been stabbed, Hesperus and Asclepius." Hemera knelt after he said that.

In Hesperus’ entire life, he was only terrified there. It seemed that he felt something different. Just a moment,

"What am I going to do?"

Hemera asked her dehar in confusion.

Agathodemon did not answer, and she just focused her attention on a dagger. Hemera took a deep breath before pulling a Liyar dagger from the back of Hesperus and stabbing it to save their Nebe dehar. The youngest sibling is Hesperus.

Agathodemon saw in the distance a whispering dagger that would hit where Hemera hit the dagger, so the dagger fell on the floor.

"Shede ipe der ursen?" I’m the one you’re going to kill next. Agathodaemon was angry because he would have almost died if he hadn’t been able to block the dagger.

Agathodaemon succeeded, but there was another Liyar. Many Arber shouted but seemed to be deaf to what happened next. It will hit the deity's left eye. Very fast.

The deity felt something strange in the fragrance. He smelled it somewhere.

Agathodaemon frowned. She wondered where the dagger came from. Raised the god's right hand slightly. She closed her eyes to grab the dagger just in time, and she grabbed it.

The fragrance of the angel, she whispered.

Agathodaemon covered her mouth and looked somewhere.

The smell of victory in the Sen plants is the smell of sorrow, the one most feared.

"The smell of Angla" is the smell of death. Agathodaemon got even angrier when he smelled the Angla.

For Krea, it is the curse of an ascended deity in the world of Krea. The only one who can do that is the one who now holds the crystal key.

"Hekada!" she shouted to the entire palace.

"Oh, why do you seem to hate yourself?" Hemera warned.

"Wait, what’s in your palm?" asked Hemera.

Agathodaemon showed her what she was holding in her palm.

Hemera covered her mouth because the dagger she was holding had a white flower on it.

"Why are you holding something like that?" Hemera asked again, grabbing Agathodaemon's left palm. "This means that it is from Angla," Hemera added.

"Yes, this is Angla dagger," she said in disbelief.

"This is a bad omen for the whole of Krea," said the second deity. God Agathodaemon.

She removed the approaching Askar from where one of them was using her lightning power.

"Hemera, I command you as your Ilra dehar. I want you to go to our father Zeno's room to make sure if he is in good condition," she said seriously to her dehar.

"Bwera ise dehar," she said with a mix of apprehension and Hemera said that they would be careful.

"We will take care of it and leave the hall first!" said her dehar with emphasis.

Hemera was about to leave in the middle of their heated conversation while fighting with the askars when she almost fell off the electric rock he was riding. Because a big arrow, or Liyar, was going to hit her place. Fortunately, it hit her armor and not his arm.

She saw that there were Sahal's evil wizards coming, who were their new enemies.

"Merciful Zeno!" Agathodaemon shouted in shock. Hemera stopped for a moment on her way out when she saw the big mirror that her mother kept the most.

"The glass." He was about to go to that place to look at her likeness there, but he sat down because the lightning that came from her dehar hit her. While the Arbes were fighting with the Askar, they always approached the mirror.

Hemera's eyes widened when she saw the weakness of Askar. That's why the sky looks dark red because the Askar are afraid of the light. They are afraid of the dazzling light. Hemera covered his mouth again and spoke.

"That's why they avoid the light because they will get burned," Hemera added.

"That's why the sky looks dark red because the Askar are afraid of the light," Hemera proves what she said.

"Agathodaemon, I already knew the answer to the Queen Ram riddle," she said, smiling a bit.

Agathodaemon is confused by what she taught. After she defeated twenty Askars with her power of lightning,

"Then tell me what’s that; I want to tear our enemies into pieces." Agathodaemon even released the power of lightning.

"What is the answer to the riddle?" she asked curiously.

"In the eyes of others, he is good on Krea, but there is a curse he can hardly hide in his black heart— "Hemera said what Queen Ram said, the former Queen.

"What?" Agathodaemon's mind is still confused.

"Did you know that our mother Minerva cursed the mirror and cursed our enemy before? The Askar are afraid of the light," replied Hemera with a smile.

"And our enemies are Askars, and how will we defeat them by using light and our mother's mirror?"

"Hesperus and Asclepius knew that from the start."

"But our enemy didn’t allow it because he didn’t want to spoil his plan."

"That's why our two brothers, Hesperus and Asclepius, are ahead because they have the answer to how we can easily defeat the Askars."

"You mean their powers,"

"Yes, it is."

She thinks this is the answer to the riddle of the former Queen Ram.

They continue to fight with the Askar. Look at the sky. Wasn’t it red just now? Now it’s turning black. Hemera pointed to the sky through the large window.

"You’re right, "agreed his ilra dehar.

"But explain to me what we should do to kill the Askar," said Agathodaemon. smile on the lips of the goddess.

"Light"

"Really?" Agathodaemon asked her sister in disbelief. The deity just nodded and smiled at her. She looked at the large, cracked wall at the front of the mirrored hall. She just noticed that there were many mirrors in the palace.

As the god Hesperus stood up from the ground where he was stabbed in the back, he felt a wave of energy flow through his body. He looked down at his wound and saw that it had healed completely. The god clenched his fists, ready to fight again.

His enemy, a dark sorcerer, sneered at him. "You're a tough one, aren't you? But even gods can be defeated." He raised his hand and summoned a ball of dark ice.

The god didn't waste any time. He ran towards his enemy, his own aura flaring up. The two collided, their powers clashing in a fierce battle. The ground shook from the force of their attacks. Heating ice pounded the Krea around them, and gusts of wind raged.

The god fought with everything he had. He summoned his powers of ice and fire, blasting his enemy with intense heat. The sorcerer retaliated with shadows, trying to envelop the god. But the god was too powerful, and he broke free with a burst of holy energy.

His enemy was starting to weaken. His spells began to falter, and his movements became sluggish. The god saw an opening and struck, delivering a final blow. The sorcerer let out a cry of defeat and crumpled to the ground. The battle was over.

The god stood there for a moment, catching his breath. He looked down at his enemy and felt a twinge of pity. The sorcerer had been strong once, but he had let hatred consume him. The god knew that he himself was not invincible, and he wondered if he would ever fall prey to such darkness.

Shaking off his thoughts, the god turned and walked away. There would be other battles and other enemies to face. But for now, he was victorious. And he had come out unscathed.