He still had enough surplus to create another cube. 360 more constructs. This more than fed into his towers. Frankly anyone could probably find him now, the magic emanating would be easy to sense. But he did not care too much. Tamura and a Shadow Elf came panting up the hill. He looked at them, surprised at how quick they were.

  “Damn it, you disappeared into the night,” Tamura shouted, “we ran all the way here!”

  Madakos made constructs, burying them into the sand. He did not even reply, focusing on his constructs and thinking of where to place towers.

  “You are reckless,” the Shadow Elf woman said.

  She trembled on her words, she smelled of fear and her sweat. She wanted to say other things, but a combination of trepidation and breathlessness prevented it. He sized her up, looking at her.

  “I am,” he admitted, “anything else?” He demanded petulantly.

  “And rude,” the Elf said.

  “Uh-huh,” Madakos said, taunting her.

  “And uninvited,” she said, “but most of all a coward.”

  He turned on her, the magic pulsing into him, distracting him from his anger. Her features were beautiful, she had a body that to Madakos was to die for, and a face that was touched by the sun and yet smooth.

  “Why are you here?” He paused on those words, “did you come all the way just to chastise me?” He said with a cool temper.

  She blushed and stuttered, looking directly at him and then at the ground. Tamura stared indignantly at Madakos, but he did not know what was going on. He was already hard in his trousers from a mere glance, Tamura turned away, but the Shadow Elf was embarrassed.

  “You are a Warlock,” the Elvish woman said hesitantly, “I wish to become one.”

  1 billion Zira is required.

  The text that Madakos saw was heard by the other two.

  “Who is that?” Tamura demanded.

  “The original Warlock,” Madakos explained.

  “So how come you get to use magic for free then?”

  “Because I was the first in a long while I think. Zira requires those constructs.”

  Both women looked at him rather indignantly. He could not assuage the anger, and did not try to, they soon realised it was irrational to be angry with him.

  “Then you better produce more of those constructs,” the Elven woman said, “outlander what is your name. I am Hunila of the Ena clan.”

  “Madakos…” he said faintly, “nice to meet you.”

  “Do you promise what you said about the billion… Zira was true?” She hesitated as she tried to remember what the magic was called.

  “It is,” he said, “I think, unless the first warlock is lying. Which would be interesting,” he said half chuckling.

  He lit a small fire as the two women stared at him, hoping for more of an apology, nonetheless Madakos looked at them and chuckled a little.

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  “Hunila,” he repeated, smirking, “you… never mind.”

  She exchanged glances with Tamura, Madakos didn’t glance too much at her, though he wanted to. Everything about her entranced him. She was not blind either, noticing his physical reactions to her beauty.

  My first billion will have to be Tamura, but…

  Both women stared at him. Realising he had spoken aloud he turned crimson and turned away.

  “I will hurry up as much as I can,” he promised.

  The night was young and large ants occasionally attempted to interrupt his production, 880 new constructs in one hour were put into 2 lots of 360 constructs, a giant cube, a singular construct flexed, a silvery metallic stand that held a singular purple crystal, but the constructs welded themselves onto each other, and when 360 glued themselves the value of course doubled. 1780+1440+11+160. Roughly every 3 seconds he could make a construct, and low and behold he did so. His growth rate was exponential 60 constructs every 3 minutes meant that every 18 minutes he had another 360, the numbers kept growing and with it the pace at which the numbers grew. 2160 constructs produced 4320 Zira per second which in turn reduced the creation rate to 1 construct every 2 seconds. The purple energy funnelled into him, the cubes buried into the ground, large ants got even more agitated and now ran away from him. This meant 30 constructs every minute, which meant it only took 12 minutes to get another 360 constructs. The cubes despite pouring energy into him were not too obvious in their lights, they shone exactly the same, but Madakos absolutely felt the difference. In a mere thirty minutes he had 2520 (plus 11 constructs hidden somewhere which he did not count, using that Zira for fires and the occasional water,) with each passing moment magic increased, nearly 42 constructs a minute were created, another 360 being created in a mere 8 and a half minutes, and another 360 in a mere 7.5 minutes, and then in 6. Needless to say by morning he would have thousands upon thousands of constructs if he duly invested, when he produced 1 construct a second, but it was exponential growth, so had he continued at that rate he would have got 28,000 constructs, but it was greater, much greater. He was interrupted in his counting of magical power and the ability to create more constructs by an Elven woman glaring at him.

  “Each of those increases your magic doesn’t it?”

  “Yes,” he answered, “and when there are 360 the magical output doubles for each block.”

  “Efficient,” she said, “Tamura’s asleep, so tell me when will you give me Warlock powers.”

  “When I’Il have the Zira to give,” he muttered.

  “What was that?”

  She got closer and her beauty made him turn away, inch further back.

  “Why?” She asked confused, “why aren’t you looking at me?”

  “Are you really so confused to not realise your own…”

  He stopped himself, he was embarrassed, he was hard, she was startled, reflecting on his words.

  “My own?”

  “Beauty,” he said realising he could not stop the words coming out his mouth before he said them, a conflux of emotions paralysed him, for he did not know whether to condemn and pretend mistake or to double down.

  “Beauty?” She said, her pearly purple eyes said, “you really think that?”

  “Anyone with… eyes would, should…” he stopped himself, realising what he was saying.

  “Yeah?” She said, “do you really think that? Men only see with their eyes.”

  “The words were supposed to be thoughts, but yes you are right men are perhaps too surface level.”

  She chuckled and stared at him, absorbing the moment, looking at her Shadow Elven blade.

  “I’ve seen Humans before, they often leer at me, men from other clans stare at me, you share their lust.”

  Well of course they would. Have you seen yourself?

  Her body proportions completely astounded him, her hips were shapely, her butt supple, her tits not too big but big enough to impress, her beautiful lilac hair that seemed to glitter, her eyes and mouth glinted in satisfaction, he realised he had done a complete scan of her. He realised too late that he had been rather transparent about his ogling which got her giggling even more.

  “You need to rest, even a Warlock needs his sleep,” her words crept up to him in a giggling seductive manner.

  She put a hand on his chest, pushing him down.

  “Yes?” He said, “thanks.”

  Her kind eyes looked down on him, a part of her smirked in gleeful satisfaction but another part of her looked down with care; she clasped her trousers and thought about the Human in front of her.

  I should sleep too.

  Madakos closed his eyes, but his chest pounded and his pelvis throbbed.