Thomas was gone. Jannik had no idea what had happened, but in one moment he'd let go the taut force holding back his runic attack as a flash of brilliant emerald light lit the sewer like a small star, and the next moment everything was pitch black as his eyes forced themselves to readjust to the naturally dim confines of the tunnel. When they finally did adjust, the magus's mouth fell open, for where Revenant had been standing tall and nearing a sound hit on his opponent, the great creature lay partially broken on the floor, his enemy gone.
There was no explanation for it.
"Rider?! Where'd they go? You were fighting Lancer, not Caster, so where in the fucking hell did they go?!" he shouted as he moved towards Revenant. He arrived to see the bones and ghastly flesh of the giant wolf reknitting, his mana fueling the repairs without issue. When he looked at the staff Thomas had left behind, he smiled. It was flooded with mana as it remained strengthened, so he formed a small rune to funnel the mana into himself, rather than let it go to waste. As it did so, he crafted a few more runes, attaching them to his own body to enhance his senses and speed to about double his normal capabilities. He'd be sore because of it later, but it would be worthwhile now. After all, the local authorities would have a hell of a time dealing with this and coming up with explanations.
With the mana pulled from the staff and Revenant standing again, Jannik had the wolf whisk him back to the world above the tunnels, passing out of the hole where the warehouse had been so quickly that the still semi-liquid asphalt and concrete didn't so much as singe his skin. Once in the fresher air again, he hopped off and stumbled to a stop, surveying the devastation.
It was hardly pretty.
"Rider, I need to know if any of Lancer's magic still lingers in the area. Give me a few minutes of safety while I do a quick search, alright?" With the order given, he set to work. With the time on his hands, he pulled out his scribe and etched a very faint series of runic sentences into the concrete, a few lines of incantation that he funneled a small amount of mana into to activate. Even before he'd finished writing the entire portion of text, the first few words had begun to glow with the same golden light that had been in Ira's wings. A smile graced Jannik's face as he finished the text, then looked at his scribe.
"Oh, what would I do without you?" he asked the device before looking back at the writing. Every letter was glowing, and the first few were becoming almost painful to look at.There was certainly remaining energy to be had here, but how to store it. He looked around and spotted a piece of glass from the warehouse. With a sigh, he walked over and picked it up, wishing he had a better option. It's crystalline structure would hold the latent energy better, but the modern methods it was made with would hinder the overall efficiency of it. With another sigh, Jannik placed a few runes in the corners, and one in the middle, creating a sort of magical battery that, when touched to the glowing letters, began to absorb a small fraction of a percent of Ira's essence. When the glass pane's edges glowed with a faint, honey-colored light all its own, he pulled it away and scratched out his writing, the golden glow in the letters evaporating.
"Let's go, Rider. We need to get out of here before any police arrive. As much as I'm sure they'd love to question us, we can't afford it now."
