Villain Transmigration: Author Transformation

'Ashtra! I need your help!'

After which, a colossal frost wyrm now hovered to the bright sky as it formed from the particles of light.

With a nudge on his snout, thick walls of ice rose around the perimeter of the tar that spread throughout the courtyard. Simultaneously, he pushed the ones who were still incapacitated with a gust of wind, dropping them to a safer vantage point.

There was no guarantee of this beautiful courtyard, but she's more than willing to take responsibility.

[Keith! Ask for help on the rest to aid those who are injured and still sick—]

"I'll take charge!" 

This time, Athan stepped up for what he wanted to do that would help her.

[You're unwell—]

"This isn't much of a big deal. Don't worry, I got company.."

Withal, more and more of them stood up to him, holding the same amount of resolve about the issue that needed to tackle right now.

Her gaze pierced at Sylvester, who seemed to have an idea of what she wanted to say; but he ended up gnashing his teeth and nodded whatever the outcome was then.

Nathalie still wanted to give it a shot as hope isn't all lost. There was no time to dwell with their business, for they needed to throw up every tar in their body.

[Father, gather them into a dome of ice!]

Arnold squinted his eyes, and all he needed was to believe in her for what was about to happen henceforth. 

With his gesture, he gathered only less than a quarter of the region of the tar on the floor through a flurry of snow into a single location, enclosed in a dome.

It wasn't that easy to collect them and it always slipped through such grasp if handled without any haste.

[Keith, stand back and protect the rest in case of spillage.]

Keith only nodded gravely while he readied his position for possible mishaps.

After which, she then drew close while rummaging to her pocket and held a scroll in her hands.

When she got too close to the ice, Arnold became livid as he screamed bloody murder. Especially when realization dawned upon him what she ought to do. "Mystique! Don't do it!"

[I'll be fine if this is the case!]

The spell he conjured was of such complexity, but in no way she wouldn't decipher it for she can reverse the magical sequence.

Slowly, she tried to open a hole into it and at the same time, she grabbed another scroll that slowly erected a barrier of ice around her.

He then took a sprint in her direction.

[We won't know if we don't try it.] 

"You'll destroy the place regardless!" 

[It won't when I'm here.] Soon as the hole became big enough to spill an ounce of the tar, she then unfurled the scroll.

The moment it glimmered before it turned to ashes, a bright flame flashed in front of them and they all ducked from the intensity that shook the ground from a fine crisp of explosion.

A large fume erupted above the dome, and it started to show some cracks on its crystalline path to its base, which Arnold had to reinforce once more while his jaw dropped watching how she fared within the dome.

The fog had yet to disperse, which he then beckoned his fingers up, opening the topmost region and the pillar of smoke rose in bursting speed.

Meanwhile, Ashtra dispersed it— gone with the wind— before it made so much fallout within the area.

Inside, Nathalie covered herself, she was already covered with tar and dust, coughing for a while.

"Mysti!"

[I'm alright. I'm fine.] She then waved her arm, beseeching him to cast another layer as she was about to unfurl the scroll.

Nathalie's problem wasn't the flame itself, for it was encoded not to harm her at such proximity, but the tar and its residuals might pose a problem not long enough.

'There's still more of them…' Her eyes locked on the tar that was little to no ounce found within the fragile dome.

To think her scroll was almost on par with Arnold's defenses, the rich mana within the environment did help a lot but also acted against her.

She needed to end it as swiftly as possible.

Having left him with no choice, he clicked his tongue and he started to gather more of the tar and dumped them within the dome. He then reinforced it: smothered with another layer of sleet before several bricks of ice.

It has been a while, a series of explosions blasted their ears from what happened, shaking the ground like it was endless. 

More and more onlookers tried to panic and scurry but the men at arms became vigilant and regulated the possible uproar that would've been chaos within the Western Capital. 

Ashtra also helped when she asked to gather more of the dark, gooey substance.

Noticing that not one man had vomited any of it, what seemed like an infinite supply of tar showed signs of scarcity.

Unbeknownst to them, Nathalie lost count of how many times she consumed the scroll; and she fared a tad worse from the inside, which she grabbed a supplementary tonic to indulge for a while.

Inside was dark enough, only through feeling the vital energy, for any signs of life, was the way to go and she fared well.

The tar almost had lost its content, and with one last push, it was completely eliminated before shattering the dome.

Dark fumes emerged but a flurry of snow gust lobed up high through Ashtra's aid.

Arnold went close, waving through the air, and looked for her.

Meanwhile, Nathalie emerged through it, and her silhouette all painted in black— leaving nothing but her teeth and eyes seen even in the distance.

He then scoffed out loud, glancing at her with a little scrunch on his forehead. "Look at you and your crazy plans."

[At least it worked well.]

The ground was tainted, and deep cracks definitely destroyed a part of the courtyard supposedly well-taken care of but her concerns turned out to those who suffered from the incident.

Their gazes filled with respect and awe; in deep contrast to how it was then.

Nathalie sighed; she was tired and definitely, it was more than a long day ahead of her.