144 Defending The Wall

Outside the city, a sea of magical beasts created all sorts of bizarre sounds that would instill fear into any normal man. Their charge shook the earth like a war drum that sounded out their endless hunger which made the beasts appear even more ferocious. Swarms of creatures blocked the sun that hung high in the sky from shining down, letting out only a few rays of sunshine every time their wings flapped in the sky.

Like an unmovable mountain, Memorial Wall stood firm against the beast tide. Thousands of enchanted mounted guns and cannons aimed both above and below let out an opposing beat of their own. With every shot blood clouds burst into the air bringing down one foul creature after another. Gunfire ripped each beast apart in a gory mess while each cannon carved out massive mile long gulleys into the terrain.

While those stationed at the wall fought back the magical beast hoard it wasn't without loss. Every single creature had abilities of their own and each one focused their attacks at the wall. Memorial Wall has superb defenses that are difficult to break, but a near endless amount of focused fire from millions of creatures weakened the integrity of the force field in some places allowing a few attacks and creatures to pass threw. Though the shields themselves were far from breaking they also can't endure that much punishment all at once in one single area.

The beast attacks that slipped threw lit up the wall like the fourth of July. Powerful attacks of all kinds made the wall ceaselessly rumble. Memorial wall is made out of the same material most wizard towers are created from making it capable of absorbing and dispersing magical attacks. Allowing it to endure a lot of attacks, but some of the shock waves still slipped threw and spread threw the wall. While it was only a partial amount of power the real attacks contain they still ended the lives of a few unfortunate souls.

In the midst of all this platoon 23-B6 which was Desmond's unit arrived on scene. Soldiers shouting out and gunfire hammered consistently into their ears. While the unnerving sight of wild beasts and injured soldiers shook the hearts of the passing soldiers. The evidence of Minerva's assault on Delmar City that could easily be found everywhere shook them even more. The sudden fierce attack from the horde of magical beasts left little time to clean up the bloodstains, bone, and tooth fragments embedded in the walls that were one of the few reminders of the people that once lived there.

Desmond's platoon was sent to the top of the wall where they got the best view of out of most people there. Roy's eyes became as wide as hawks as he took in a clear view of everything happening around him. He had never fought in such a large scale battle before, so he was nervous during the whole trip up the wall. The seemingly endless stream of magical beasts didn't help with that feeling either.

"Ya". Replied Lance who was secretly just as nervous as Roy, but didn't show it.

"Then why are there way more beasts then yesterday? I'm no mathematician, but 10 million magical beasts shouldn't be able to completely cover 20 square miles like this, right?".

"I'm not sure either, but I'm inclined to agree".

As Roy and Lance were both secretly sweating bullets a bulky man in a captain's uniform arrived in front of the freshly dispatched soldiers. Captain Tusk didn't bother with any pleasantries and said what he had to.

"Soldiers nows not the time to stand there and gander. If you've got the time to do that then you've got the time to fire a gun. You were brought in to fill the 10 hour rotation period, so until your shift is over or your guts are on the floor I better see you giving this war everything you got. Now swap out with the previous unit and get to killing. I don't wanna be the man captaining the team with the lowest body count".

As a unit everyone captain Tusk spoke to shouted in reply, "Sir, yes sir". Before they unhesitatingly made their way to the mounted guns. Desmond and his crew all worked together to operate a large cannon that was 2 arm lengths wide and about 12 feet long. It was a perfect fusion of tech and magic the external design was simplistic and nothing fancy, but the internal workings of the cannon were, so complex that it alone could boost earth's technology by at least 100 years.

This monster of a weapon used concentrated dark matter and fired it out in a devastating beam. As the weapon fired it particularly loud, but it was incredibly destructive. The beam traveled faster then Desmond or any of his friends could see. They were only able to catch a glimpse of something firing out before a bright flash filled their eyes and a massive explosion erupted below.

The cannon fire cut a huge swathe threw the sea of creatures killing hundreds of them from the initial explosion alone. The explosion was so powerful it knocked over and gravely injured creatures that weren't even near the blast radius. All of the marvelous weaponry displayed by Delmar City made Desmond feel a tinge of shame when he compared it to his old planets. Though that sense of shame was obscured by a growing bloodlust.

The scent of worry, death, and, fear made Desmond's soul rumble. While the magical beasts horde that mirrored the image of demons being let loose from the gates of hell made Desmond's heart palpate like a schoolgirl who found her first love. Though his hands should be sweaty and his legs should be buckling under the weight of his fear. Desmond was still as he relished in the feeling of amazement from what he was experiencing.

It was nothing more than a prelude to something greater for the original denizens of Theotera, but to Desmond who came from a world inferior to their own. It was a fantasy battle that bards would sing songs about in taverns until the story became myth and myth became legend. It was a glorious battle that deep down Desmond had always yearned for. It stirred Desmond's emotions to the point that even Zane's seal on Desmond's emotions could not keep Desmond's feelings suppressed. The surge of emotions made Desmond shed a single tear it wasn't much but to Desmond it meant the world.

Desmond's true display of emotion didn't go completely unnoticed. Zane's will who lurked around the wall beside Desmond completely unnoticed by everyone except Desmond. Watched the tear fall down Desmond's cheek and on to the floor. That tear could have meant anything but Zane's will knew better he knew for the briefest moment his seal gave way. As for what could have caused it there were too many possibilities especially on a battlefield during a war.

Thought it was only a single teardrop it made Zane's will vigilant and concerned about Desmond well being. A concern that Zane's will never really had but did now all because Desmond has proven himself to be far more valuable of a prize than he knew. A prize that shall belong solely to Zane.