novelzi Chapter 338: Fear The Night : Fleeting
Chapter 338: Fear The Night : Fleeting
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The lands of Tamaris were being ravaged, the blight that was death spread with virulent haste, the followers of eternity marched upon the lesser barriers, upon the population, upon the very identity of this once peaceful country, knights and soldiers threw themselves into the fray to no avail, outmatched in every aspect, the king’s miasma consumed all upon its path, creatures of the night tore apart households, none were spared.
In the wake of Nitok’s army, only bloody pulps, dismembered corpses, stains upon the walls and soil, empty, splintered cradles, the cries of the damned were drowned out by the stomping of the undeads, their calls for help heard by none other than the next victims.
As they passed through a small city, once again, the foolish livings attempted to put up a resistance, despite the ranks of undeath reaching as far as the eye could see, they held on to a dying ember of hope, everytime, it would be snuffed without fail.
A death knight garbed in stone armour stepped forth, rising its greatsword high above the head, shaped like an executioner’s sword, bringing it down like the blade of a guillotine onto the weak guard, no amount of third-rate shield and or armour would stop the blade from cleaving through.
Just as the death knight raised its blade, sensing a living coming from behind, stepping over its fellows and then onto its head, pushing the stone sword away, throwing themselves forward, upside down as this living appeared within sight, blade brimming.
"Army slash" speaking casually, without emotion, the green slash fuelled by all the meaningless hope carved its way through the ranks of the dead, but even cleaved in half, the death knight held itself together and swung, the living still in the air, without protection, the familiar clang of a clash of blades rang out.
The ghostly form of Gelter had appeared in the way, parrying the strike, longsword striking with absurd weight, the upward strike dragging into the ground, launching debris and dust alongside the undead knight.
"Soldier, I would recommend to avoid any sort of confrontation" Antieeld said, her features barely illuminated by light that were slowly being drained, her golden eye seemingly shining in the dark, naught by the startled guard’s imagination.
"We are retreating?" he asked without really knowing why.
Evading the undeads, confused by the environment, she stealthily headed for a particular wall, feeling confident that she had followed the directions faithfully, pushing up against the wall as she laid flat against it, being suddenly spun as she was taken behind the wall, the inside brightly illuminated to not alert the undead of this room’s presence with their darkness awareness.
Down lengthy flight of stairs, she found everyone, the talent holders, the elemental champions, Helena, Milo, Griar, the otherworlders and a few others, such as the disciples of Syklon and two young men she had never seen before, no one but Minli, the healer was unscathed, in fact, everyone seemed close to death’s door.
The three summons from another world had not been made to participate except for Toby with his analytic ability, but they had been deemed too weak to do anything other than wait in this room.
But Antieeld’s attention, first and foremost, fell upon Griar, who was unmoving.
"..."
"...Did you- Did you win?" she asked Minli, the only person that had been present that was not knocked out.
The healer stayed silent for a moment, not looking up from what she was doing.
"We failed" she hastily responded after a moment.
"I see..." Antieeld sat down, not falling solely because Gelter was there to catch her.
"Hold on Antieeld, I need to disinfect that wound" the commandant did not respond, all of the adrenaline had just suddenly left her, but she refused to fall unconscious, needing to maintain the ghostly army, they might still be capable of saving some people, make a difference perhaps.
A fleeting hope.