News of the happenings in Arget Nore quickly reached the high-ranking personnel who were currently attending the Pythian Games. They had expected for things to happen before the great climax, but Minas Mar was prepared for the Tree Stations to be hit, not for Gamma to be overrun.
“I would have liked for a longer meeting, but I will have to return early,” the regal Arch Lich said his farewells to Seth and the others after Larish and Larosh informed them of the situation in former Gamma. He had to return to lead the locked-out armies in battle to free the locked-in forces and reclaim Gamma.
Comparing the undead before him to the first time, Seth met Al’Zalsar, it was hard to believe they were the same kind of order of undead. He...lacked presence compared to her. Would they really be okay if this was their leader?
While the first day was the stage for solo artists, the second day was meant to be the battle of the Bands, disregarding their style or makeup. However, the mood was slightly overshadowed by the news from Arget Nore, at least for the people in Minas Mar’s VIP booth.
Nobody would have expected such a large-scale attack at this time. The news the two dark elves shared with them revealed that almost 80% of the undead empire’s territory in Gamma was occupied by a dark sludge, that incessantly spat out enemy units. The only good news was that most of the golems caught up in the mess managed to survive.
It would have been a harsh loss for them... Arget Nore if those were gone. Not saying that the empire had not already suffered a harsh loss. Almost all their lower-ranking undead and citizens had been reaped by the surprise attack. They were lucky that an undead army had little to no need for a supply chain.
What worried some of them was the nature of the attack. A dark goopy shadow spreading along the ground, would their barrier and the guardian tree be able to stop that kind of attack?
“Don’t worry, I’m sure the attack only reached this kind of scale because it is happening at Arget Nore,” Evee gave her guess on the matter.
“What makes you think so?” the forever loser of musical chairs asked, still slightly grumpy about the singing leg. Evee was the chosen of Persephone and a powerful necromancer. Seth was also interested in her opinion since she was the only professional on the matter currently present.
“Because of the Land of Death that Arget Nore spread in Gamma. Didn’t they assume that a heliopolian Artefact was used and the creatures look like mummified beast warriors? It’s probably an artifact of a god of death or the underworld.
Since undead and death magic gains a huge power upon the Land of Death. The power of the troops and the steady replenishment, I bet that’s why they chose Arget Nore. After all, why wouldn’t they hit us first, if it was that powerful? Why hit undead with undead?”
Evee’s argument was sound. If whatever they used was that powerful, they should have attacked Little Gamma directly. Seth doubted they would have gotten the address confused and went to former instead of little Gamma.
Still, it was no guarantee that the perpetrator wouldn’t appear here or somewhere else in Minas Mar next. If it could get past their usual defenses, even a smaller scale could be threatening, especially to the civilians. The average level of Urthans had risen, but there were still many, that would not be able to fight such a force.
“What you!” the demon youth stuttered, trying to come up with a counter, however-
“And what gave you such self-confidence? With an ox nose like yours, not even a bog toad would look your way. You are lucky your hand can’t say no, or you would never get any action at all,” she added, exposing her sharp teeth in a big grin.
“T-That’s not true! I-I-“
“What isn’t true? Don’t tell me even your hand refuses to touch your nether regions? You are even more pitiful than I thought. Stupid and handicapped,” she said with a sudden change in voice. Her words were oozing with pity, as she went as far as to pat his shoulder to cheer him up.
“Don’t worry, I heard that Urth has machines for this special kind of need. Even if your hand does not dare to touch, these machines-“
“Stop it already!” the youth screeched, slapping her hand away he took flight.
Somebody behind her clicked their tongue.
“Tsk, you know that you just started a war, right?” the lead singer of their band asked Ember.
“I didn’t start the fire. It was always burning...”
“Maybe, but you stoked it.”
“But I didn’t light it.”
“...You also didn’t try to fight it.”
They kept bickering for a while as they returned to their band members and got ready.