Invincible Blood Sorceror

Chapter 246: Blood and soil fusion – 4

Jorghan decided to end it definitively.

He combined blood and earth essence in one final fusion technique, one that required complete control over both elements and an understanding of biological mineralization processes.

He invaded the leader’s body with blood essence, seizing control of what remained of its circulatory function.

Then he used earth essence to introduce mineral content.

The minerals began precipitating out of solution, encouraged by Jorghan’s essence manipulation to crystallize within the blood vessels themselves.

The process mimicked calcification, the hardening of soft tissue through mineral deposition, but accelerated to impossible speed through essence enhancement.

The leader’s blood vessels turned to stone from the inside out. Arteries and veins became rigid mineral tubes incapable of carrying fluid. Organs that relied on blood flow began dying immediately as their supply was literally petrified.

The leader tried to scream, but its respiratory system was calcifying as well, air passages becoming stone, lungs losing the flexibility needed to expand and contract.

Within thirty seconds, the leader had been transformed into a statue from the inside out, its organic tissue replaced or encased in minerals, its living functions ceased through the most complete form of biological termination Jorghan could create.

The body remained standing for a moment, a monument to the cost of treating sentient beings as food. Then it toppled, struck the ground with the sound of breaking stone, and shattered into fragments that would never regenerate or resurrect.

*

Silence filled the dome. Jorghan stood amid the carnage, his breathing elevated but controlled, his essence reserves depleted by perhaps thirty percent—significant usage, but not critically low.

The fusion techniques had been more expensive than single-element combat would have been, exactly as the leader had calculated.

But Jorghan’s reserves, enhanced by bloodline abilities and augmented by absorbed mana from previous battles, were deeper than normal practitioners possessed.

What would have depleted most essence users to exhaustion had merely wearied him.

From various hiding places throughout the dome, faery prisoners began emerging.

They stared at Jorghan with expressions mixing awe, fear, and desperate hope.

Six hundred of them, maybe more, all showing signs of prolonged captivity and abuse, all realizing that their captors were dead and their rescuer stood among the corpses like a crimson-armored god of vengeance.

Pecah landed nearby, his wings trembling with emotion as he took in the scene.

“You actually did it. You killed them all. I didn’t think… I hoped, but I didn’t truly believe one person could…”

“I had advantages,” Jorghan replied, his transformation fading, the crystalline armor dissolving back into normal blood and earth essence that returned to his reserves.

Nami entered through the dome’s entrance with Kleela pressed against her side, the child’s eyes wide with shock at the scale of destruction.

“Are there more Scavenetores? Is the facility secure?”

“The garrison is eliminated,” Jorghan confirmed.

He looked at the freed prisoners, at six hundred traumatized faeries who needed immediate care, protection, and transport to somewhere safe.

“Pecah, can you organize the survivors? Get them out of this place, moving toward whatever safe territory still exists. Nami and I will secure the perimeter and make sure no Scavenetores return while evacuation is in progress.”

“Where do we take them?” Pecah asked.

“The kingdoms are destroyed, the settlements scattered. We have nowhere—”

“The Colloniel Ruins,” Jorghan interrupted.

“Bring them to the Sol’vur settlement. We have space, resources, and the clan members who’ll help integrate refugees. It’s not permanent, but it’s safe while we figure out longer-term solutions.”

He moved toward the dome’s exit, needing fresh air after the concentrated violence, needing to process what he’d just done and what it meant for the expanding conflict with the Scavenetores.

Behind him, Pecah began the work of organizing traumatized survivors for evacuation, his voice carrying authority that suggested royal bloodline training was reasserting itself now that immediate danger had passed.

Nami followed Jorghan outside, leaving Kleela with her brother to help comfort the freed prisoners.

“That was extraordinary,” she said quietly.

“I’ve never seen anything like it before. What was that exactly? Very unusual way to fight your enemies. Where did you learn to do that?”

“Just simple science,” Jorghan replied.

“And practice during quiet moments when no one was watching. I knew standard blood manipulation wouldn’t be sufficient against technologically advanced opponents. So I started experimenting with combinations, testing what happened when different essence types merged, and developing techniques that could counter advantages I didn’t possess.”

He looked at his hands, still faintly glowing with residual essence.

“The fusion work is expensive, though. Burns reserves faster than I’d like. I can’t sustain that level of combat indefinitely. If the Scavenetores come back with larger forces, I’ll need help or different strategies.”

“Then we’ll provide both,” Nami assured him.

“The Sol’vur isn’t just you. We’re a clan now, with resources and people and collective capability. You don’t have to face everything alone.”

Jorghan nodded, accepting the truth of her words even though his instinct was still to handle threats personally rather than risk others.

Inside the dome, the liberation of six hundred faery prisoners continued.

Outside, the mountain pillars stood eternal witness to violence and rescue, to cruelty punished and innocence preserved.

*

The evacuation was progressing efficiently; Pecah had organized the freed prisoners into groups, prioritizing the most injured and traumatized for immediate departure while the stronger helped coordinate supplies and logistics.

But as Nami watched the operation, she noticed Jorghan’s attention kept drifting to a specific section of the dome complex, his expression showing perplexity.

Finally, Nami asked him, “What are you staring at?”

“There’s one more.”

Pecah, who was organizing them, turned to Jorghan and came to him.

“What? Where?”

“I don’t know exactly. But when I was fighting with them, I could sense a faint heartbeat deep under the ground. I might be wrong, but it’s what I felt.”

Pecah’s wings trembled slightly.

“Mother…”

Other faeries who were moving stopped and turned to Pecah.

His mother was the queen of faeries and the one who saved many faeries from those creatures. The last time they saw her was when she fought with the creatures in the royal hall. After that, she was nowhere to be seen.

“Our mother. Queen Amalthea.”