All the heat in the room was sucked away with it, the vacuum filled with arctic cold! The foggy air went thick with snowflakes, a blizzard that rained down and reset the scene, all the vapour freezing the students’ gowns, puckering them with fans of frost. Hamar was left lowered onto the floor untouched, all flesh but his, shivering hard.
With his dramatic entry accomplished Hamar boldly strode up the steps onto the platform and swung his intact black cape up over his shoulder as he stared over their heads. The three regal elements of Wind, Water, Fire, had obeyed him well, even in perversely going against their own natures, – all men of majic were suitably awed! But he cared only for the increase of the invisible gaze that burned upon him as he began his main performance. Hamar smiled.
He kept on smiling to himself as he then displayed things so elementary they would only dazzle the beginners, riling the impatient senior visitors, exasperating his teachers, and making his royal Master wait even longer. He caused pots to fly, flippantly made his lower half invisible to make the Priestesses gasp in alarm. Then he moved steadily up through the greater works.
With a flick of a finger he severed the head of his pimple-covered lackey, Mokbal, and sent it rollicking around the room, leaving a flip-flopping streak of red wherever it went! With another finger flick he made it race back to the headless body and leap up to plunge back into its socket, – intact, but backwards on Mokbal’s neck.
He turned Mokbal around and Mokbal’s wide eyes fixed horribly on the watchers as he flailed his backward-facing arms.
Mokbal’s thousand spots then exploded like a pomegranate!
Having prepared the front rows with skin sensitized from scorching, frozen from cold, some spattered from spots, he chanted for leprosy to appear on everyone there, and the room filled with the shrieks of the deforming!
Now for the finale! He cut their noise with a thunder-crack that made the stone walls ring, and he restored their skin in an instant with a click of his fingers. With everyone ultimately fixed on him alone for whatever next he’d do to them, he summoned up one of the fiercest demons known to them all, the bat-headed demon of Agonies, and its huge wavering form wailed, awaiting his orders. Those who’d gained any hope by Hamar’s ending of their torment, groaned even louder. His teachers reeled back.
It was TIME!
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