The Wave of Hatred

Serous dodged three bolts of energy and heard a groan.  The attackers stopped looking stunned.  Serous glanced behind him and saw the lifeless body of his master on the ground.  There were no visible marks on his robe, but three auras of energy shadowed what would be three entry wounds.

The middle foe yelled at Serous.  He didn’t understand it.  The world was moving in what seemed to be slow motion.  Surrounding sounds were muted, and the only clear images in Serous’s visual field were the three enemies.  At that moment, Serous felt a coldness inside him freeze solid then burst forth.  In an instant, all light was drained from his world.  The exhalation of power seemed to never end.  Serous heard screams of pain, fear, and confusion.

Just as quickly as it disappeared, light returned to the world.  The sounds of nearby combat surrounded Serous, but in his wake were four dead bodies.  One of his master, and the smoldering corpses of the three aggressors.  A wave of fear and anger filled Serous as he surveyed his situation.  Only one thought entered his mind:  run.