A New Dawn 142 Battle of the Wild Mountains : Part 10

This time, the entire lower body of the Envoy of Leilade had been reduced to dust, making the robes of the lich float weirdly. But because those limbs were never seen in the first place, thanks to his voluminous outfit, Malakov did not have to create new ones. With the rest of his mana, he could barely fix his skull and fill the numerous cracks on it. Also, for the first time, Leilade envisaged retreating soon.

"I hope whatever you prepared will be worth, Davion. If not, we will not wait for the arrival of that Archmage, otherwise, someone will truly be killed." The little girl was maybe talking to the orodil, but her eyes were fixed on the succubus. The enchanting beauty that should have been present was barely felt, appearing quite pitiful. The damages that she received that day had yet to be completely healed.

"Empress, how dire is the situation with Malakov?" Davion could only feel that something was off with the lich, but couldn't guess exactly what was the problem. They knew he had to fight the powers of those gods, making the undead quite grumpy and even less approachable. But only Leilade could know exactly how severe was the problem.

Sighing, the little child was looking at one of the screens that were displaying the lich. "One additional time. If the gods tried once more to infiltrate this place, I will have no choice but to recall Malakov back to the Vault of Souls. It is only fortunate that Ymir is relatively safe, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to even control the undead in Archet. In fact, just their destructions over there would be quite terrible."

Even the undead had a soul, or, all of those that could think had one. And everything in this universe had a limit. The Ancients, a race that could only be described as the most intelligent race of all time, had disappeared. And even if Malakov had been trained for centuries, with his control over undead being flawless, he still could not control millions of them. Quality, quantity, distance all played a part. And while he could sever the link between him and one of his summons, those links were not all the same.

If every single one of the skeleton he created with a core, the ones that fought along Ymir, were destroyed, the drawback on the mind of the lich will be beyond what he can resist right now. It was fine before when he had still a few days to rest, but now, he had already lost his legs. Understanding that, the orodil lowered his head a bit, being in quite of a pickle. By his side, Meridiana was on the other hand still puzzled, not getting everything right.

"Very well, so, it is time to activate everything we have. I wanted to exhaust them even more, to not give them a single chance of fighting back. But if it can't hold, we will have to kill as many mages as possible." Outside of the room, by following the only tunnel available, one could reach the vast cavern where the humans were beginning to retreat. The very air was now filled with blood, the dead bodies that were taken care of by both the undead and the living beginning to be removed.

This day, only Seven was not present, being injured previously by one lich. Knowing that the one they spend years with was in a bad shape, the disciples of the Archmage created quite a mess, even slaying a few liches in the process. With those undead caster being removed, the pressure on the humans was getting a bit lighter. Just a bit, especially when a horde of those were still present, surrounding the one that was calmly standing still.

Feeling glad to have gotten rid off some of those undead and happily chatting about that, none of them truly were on guard when the walls around them began to open. Legions of undead swarmed the unprepared and tired humans, only aiming at the mages. Pushing aside the soldiers without even really hurting them, the skeleton warriors raised their weapons to kill. However, what was in front of them was not just a harmless chicken.

Losing no time, and even in this state, Three was strong enough to take care of pesky skeletons. But not against the several liches that were creating the very same mist that Five had seen previously. She could only shout a warning before she saw Eleven getting caught, soon followed by Eight. Casting a magic shield in a hurry, she saw it being repeatedly hit by several bone arrows. Swords and axes appeared shortly after, joining the fray.

Getting closer to Three, the two managed to hear the shouts of humans arriving to help. Feeling relieved, they couldn't see that the reinforcements were not in any position to come. The following minutes, neither of the two talked, their throats getting very dry as they were gasping for air. To prevent the mist from entering, they had no choice but to be completely cut from the rest of the world. However, they realized that no air was coming in either.

Since both had created a very small shield, to protect themselves and maybe one or two other people, the oxygen was getting very low. If the concept of atoms was still not present, they still knew that humans needed fresh air to survive. Realizing this, Five could only glance at the old face of Three, that was getting blurry. Putting her hand on his neck, she began to give him as much mana as she still had.

The man only realized he was getting better when he felt an arm suddenly dropping on his waist. Turning around, he saw the body of his female friend falling to the ground. Touching her neck, he could no longer feel any heartbeat. His eyes began to be filled with tears, as he knew that he was the only one that had survived. Still under the permanent assault of the undead, he felt wrath in his heart.

"[EXPLO ...]" Before he could end, silence reigned supreme. Stopping in his track, he could see the mist getting clearer and clearer, and saw a familiar sword cutting down a lich. Ferrod was stomping the skull of a skeleton that was still moving, as he removed his weapon from the corpse. Turning around, he saw the mighty magus of the 7th Circle kneeling near a body.

"I am sorry, Five. I am sorry, Eight. I am sorry, Eleven. I should have protected you. You trusted me, you trusted me, and I failed you." The old man, nearly as old as Lord Darkwater, was half crying half praying. Caressing carefully the palm of his deceased junior sister, he tried to carry her. But, even as he was doing that, he felt his rusty legs letting him down.

"May I?" Seeing the hand of Ferrod, he nodded absently. The body of Five was gently picked up, and a few meters away, the two could see the remains of the other disciples of the Archmage. Only a small amulet was still hanging around their neck, that the undead could not even destroy. Not daring to touch them, fearing that their bones would crumble, they could only let them be here for a moment.

"What happened here?" However, as they kept progressing, they realized that no one else had managed to survive the sudden assault. Whether they were in the armors of their respective countries or in the robes defining them as mages, countless dead corpses could be seen, even beyond the third room. But what was the most shocking was near the second room, inside the tunnels.

Lava was spreading everywhere, consuming everything on its path. Only then did they realized that the fact they felt hot under the ground was the presence of lava above them. They had no doubt that with the river of magma blocking the exit and the undead coming for them, the chances of survival were thin, to say the least. "Let's wait in this room, while help will arrive. Or, maybe you can make us go through?"

Ferrod was looking at the panting elder, asking him his thoughts. Even he, as a Hero, had no confidence that nothing was awaiting them beyond the scorching magma. If the magus was to use his last reserve only to be killed right away, it would be an immense loss. However, as he saw the only other human alive painstakingly sitting down, he heard a weird sound above him.

schlick klick

As the Hero was raising his head, time almost stopped for him. Right above the magus, four insectoid claws barely visible next to the refined walls were raised, ready to claim his life. Before Ferrod could even drop the body he had in his arm and pick up his sword, a stream of red flew toward his face. Slashing with his weapon as soon as possible, he only managed to cut one limb before the monster retreated inside the wall. Leaving behind a dismembered body.

"What? The ... portal ... that was that monster again. How?" Touching with the end of his sword the place where the strange foe disappeared, he heard the familiar sound of stone being hit by metal. Only when he used his hand and pushed as much as he could did he felt that the stone was just a bait. He could push it to his elbow, and it seemed that there was a tunnel beyond that. Turning around to gaze at all the walls surrounding him, he realized that the monster could hit at any locations inside the tomb.

"I've got to go." Leaving the two deceased magus, he dashed toward the hot lava, not wanting to stay here any longer. Fortunately, the magma was only on the ground and the tunnels were quite huge, as much as the gate in the entrance. Using his body to its full potential, he ran into it, with his boots beginning to feel extremely hot.

Reaching the place where he could see lava falling from the ceiling, he bypassed it as quickly as he could. Fortunately, his armor had been created by a Hero, only letting feel the intense heat but nothing else. No metal was melting on his very skin, nor his own body was burning. Pausing a bit in this much colder environment, especially one that had fresh air since the ceiling had been destroyed by that magical explosion, he noticed that the trail of dead bodies still hadn't stopped. Even here, he could see the fresh blood forming ponds here and there.

Walking carefully while examining every wall, searching for a hidden opening, he managed to exit without any further incident. But when he arrived outside, he realized how huge were the damages to his army. The pile of bones in one side of the entrance was being repeatidly crushed under heavy hammers. Previously, it had been the job of the magicians, but only a few of them were in sight. Recognizing Sarah Meridil, he saw her with a handsome man that was crying on her shoulders.

Not bothering them, he could only hear some parts. " ... was completely mad, with weird ideas all the time. But that's what I loved the most about her. Why we both survived that thing, but she died on a foreign grou ..." Only when he focused once more on the path in front of him did he realized that people avoided him. Even if there was still some worship in their eyes, it was also mixed with fear.

Gazing on his self, he saw the still fuming magma and the huge spray of blood fully displayed. Chuckling in self-pity, he was ready to directly head to his tent to get clean before he saw someone standing on his way. The silver armor and the emblem on it were recognizable in a blink of an eye. "Lord Darkwater wants to see you know. In whatever state you are."

Not bothered by the glacial voice of the woman in armor, he followed her, to see the usual full of busy people tent completely emptied. Only two men were still present, Amdir and Lord Darkwater, with Muirnë that was beginning to leave. Not even Arthar or another magus was present, making Ferrod feel that something big was happening. However, the only thing the old general pointed at was the strange circle on the ground.

Opening his eyes wide open, the Hero did not wait any longer before unsheathing his sword and getting ready. His mind had suffered too much in that day, and he could only see the striking resemblance with that inscription and the one that was used by that monster to kill many magicians. Sensing the very air changing around him, he was ready to strike down anything that will arrive.

WOOSH

Instead of a monster, a man in his forties appeared. He was wearing a plain robe, with next to nothing luxurious on it. The only detail was the amulet that was around his neck, with a symbol he had stumbled on today. A bit overwhelmed, Ferrod could only blurt his thoughts. "Ar-Archmage? The Archmage?"

Chapter end