Chapter 203: Void Lance

While the Elites were scrambling to recover from Kothar's repeated attacks, Kothar raised his right arm up into the air, palm open, facing the sky. 

Once again, a tiny pinpoint of pure darkness, darker even than the blackest night, appeared above Kothar's palm. But however, unlike the Void Disk, the pinpoint didn't begin gathering purple Spatial Energy around it right away, instead it grew, larger and larger.

Before long, a needle shaped area of pure darkness floated above Kothar's palm, now, purple Spatial Energy began to swirl around it, as Kothar manipulated his Spatial Mana with the assistance of the Spatial Necklace.

The energy grew thicker and thicker, and the darkness within also grew, forming a long thin line, a crack in the fabric of the world that floated above Kothar's palm.

"What the ****?" Someone yelled out, as bits of dust and debris on the ground around Kothar started floating up and being pulled through the air toward the purple and black lance forming above Kothar's hand.

Just like when Kothar had first used the Void Disk, his arm began to shake, and he could feel the extreme pull from the unstable space within the center of the Void Lance, it took all he had to stop himself from losing his grip on the spell.

Due to the darkness from the storm clouds that Nevus had summoned, to those further away than a few meters, it seems as though Kothar was holding nothing over his head, but the Elites around him could see well enough to recognize the threat.

"Neutralize him! Now!" a gruff voice called out, but it was far too late. 

Kothar's Void Lance was ready, he turned to the side where the Imperial Elites were the thickest, and threw the lance toward them, manipulating it to avoid the many barriers that the Elites cast to try and halt it.

The Void Lance shot through the air, creating a grinding noise as it stabbed through countless soldiers, pulling them into the line of pure nothingness at its core.

The lance completely destroyed the seven Imperial elites who were closing in on Kothar from his right side, disappearing into the air as Kothar's dispelled it.

Of course, Kothar could have kept the spell around for longer, but it was far too volatile to keep control of, without risking the lives of his comrades on the battlefield.

[You finally used it, I'm glad you waited until now. If you'd used it when you first learned it, the burden of the Void Lance might have torn you apart completely.] Silane tone was one of concern, but also mild satisfaction, she was glad that Kothar had levied up to his word, it seemed that the Imperial Elites wouldn't be too much for him to handle.

[What did I tell you, Silane. I've got this.] Kothar responded, reigniting his Plasma Blade with another surge of energy, and pointing it at the Elite's surrounding him, taunting them to attack him.

While Kothar held off almost thirsty Elites on his own, and the thirty other Nighthawks took on groups of their own, Tam's personal guard were clashing with the rest of the Elites in full force.

Tam's personal guard and the Elites were equally as experienced and had the same unity in their strategy and fighting styles that allowed them to be so dominant in battle.

But these shared attributes also meant that neither side could win over the other, and soon it became clear that they were in a stalemate.

Amongst the towers of the palace, Tam continued to evade Nevus' lightning bolts, flying as close as possible to the towers, allowing them to take the lighting bolts intended to strike him.

"Why don't you stop being a coward, Tam of Balin! I know who you are, and I can tell you this now, we Imperials aren't like any for you've fought before! We will crush you soon enough!" Nevus called out, he could see that the soldiers below were equally match, and that had surprised him, but what had surprised him even more was that the Ursten forces were able to hold off Duran and Hubar,

"How about you stop putting on this annoying light show and clear the skies up, so I can enjoy the view? I can do this all day, how about you give me something to entertain myself?" Tam replied, trying to put Nevus on edge.

"I'm sure you could. But your fiery friend won't be able to. And once Regis takes care of him, he'll head over here, and then the pair of us will punish you for your transgressions against the Empire." Nevus had noticed that Regis was slowly chipping away at Anteris' aura, and he spoke in a self-righteous tone, since he was so confident in the Empire's eventual victory.

"You'll punish me? No wonder it was so easy to fool you Imperials. You think you're entitled to the land your ancestors spent blood, sweat and mana to take over." Tam paused for a moment as he blocked a vicious strike from Nevus.

"You think that the actions of your ancestors afford you some kind of honor, that their glory is yours by right. In my eyes, you're nothing but children who push others around by using their parents' names. But unlike those children, your ancestors are long gone." Tam's voice was drowned out for a movement by multiple booms of thunder, as Nevus grew more and more furious.

"The Empire has achieved nothing since your war with the tribes, becoming a mere shadow of your past self. Let me tell you something! In order to remain the greatest, you have to be more than all those constantly trying to surpass you, but the Empire has totally failed in this, and that's why you will be the ones to taste defeat." Tam said proudly, swinging his sword to block a flurry of stabs from Nevus.

"You're all talk, go back to your puny little hole in the north, and pretend at being a true general there." Nevus spat at Tam, becoming more and more furious by the minute.

"Don't worry, Galestorm General, You'll see soon enough." Tam spat, making Nevus' title sound more like an insult than anything else.