Chapter 71: Downpour

Chapter 71: Downpour

The storm-front rolled in as the walls were abandoned. Carts, crates and debris were pulled into makeshift barriers to stem the undead's advance through the winding streets. Leif ducked behind one such barrier as it was closed off, the soldiers didn’t give him a second glance.

His cloak hung heavy on his shoulders, the rain soaked fabric partially restricting his movements. But there was otherwise little discomfort. There was the ever present worry that his inhuman form may be revealed. But in the moment, surrounded by undead he found it hardly mattered.

Above, the serpent roared in triumph, its movements becoming quicker, its every motion more agile and dangerous. No longer did it beat its feathered wings, as it was swimming through the falling rain.

“What is that thing?” Leif asked, staring up at the being of fire and scales. Another jet of white and blue flames scorched the now abandoned battlements, the undead streaming through gaps in the defences were incinerated as they blindly rushed forward.

“Commander Kaan’s bound companion. It’s called a coatl, a sacred protector of the empire.” One of the nearby soldiers said, the young man likewise staring up in awe.

“Bound?”

“Yeah, he has a high level [Tamer] class.” The soldier replied, briefly taking off his helmet and wiping water from his eyes.

Something that powerful could be made subservient to a human? How is that possible? Leif wondered, gazing up at the coatl with a new perspective.

Icy frost bloomed a street over. Leif reached out and trickled vitality into the nearby soldiers with [Blight’s Bounty] before tearing off towards the familiar skill. He would fight, but he’d rather fight alongside those he knew.

There was no path leading in the correct direction, so Leif took the direct route. He kicked in a door of a repurposed house, he crossed the plain rectangular room in only a few strides before increasing his weight and shoulder checking the structure's far wall. He burst out into a small dusty square in a shower of splinters right as a purple arc of lightning flashed towards him.

Leif nearly froze in surprise, his shield flickering around him for the half a second it took for the arcane energies to disperse.

“Fuck, my bad!” Marcus called. “Did you just run through that wall?”

“No time.” Leif hissed, turning to face a group of short, humanoid ghouls. The right hand side of the courtyard was inundated in frost. Several of the incoming undead slipped and tumbled, their fall sending those behind them likewise spilling to the ground.

A sharp whistle of wind came from a nearby street as Adriana ran into view, she was followed a moment later by Linus, the boy lugging a sword far too big for him to use. Leif didn’t have time to consider why. Wind magic swirled around him as a feeling of being lightened flooded through his body.

The world slowed ever so slightly, his every movement flowing and crisp. The air around his arms and legs quivered slightly as he ran to position himself between the students and the undead.

Sieg manifested an axe head of sharpened ice before bisecting three undead with a flex of his skill. The large man was likewise surrounded in vibrating air. Leif stepped forward, amber limbs surging outward to puncture, crush or restrain. He found his control of [Gold Iron Physique] was just as affected by Adriana’s empowering skill as the rest of his body.

Convenient. He thought, easily deflecting a skeletal beast’s clawed swipe with two amber limbs. Leif dispatched the monster and cracked his neck.

“Did you guys see the royal sky skimmer?” Linus called, shouldering the massive weapon. “It’s our ticket out of here.”

“We all saw it.” Adriana snapped. “The problem will be getting onto the bluff with the docks.”

“Fighting retreat?” Marcus suggested. Arcane lightning dancing between similarly coloured gauntleted fingers. “Also, what's with that sword, Linus?”

“He’s compensating for something.” Adriana said.

“I have an idea.” Linus said.

The young teammates spoke over one another, then shared a baleful glare.

“Focus people!” Sieg called, the man using his aura in conjunction with skills Leif didn’t know to ice over the other half of the approach. Reanimated corpses clogged up the slippery entry point, clustered as they were. Marcus’s arcane lightning danced through the ever growing pile up, dealing incredible damage.

“Above, on the right!” Leif called as the group retreated through a mostly unused lane, a low growl came from the worn tiles of the nearby rooftops. A moment later a pack of three undead drakes prowled into sight, their clawed legs digging into the rain slick tiles.

Two of the reanimated drakes were the size of the more common beasts found in the foothills of the northern mountains. Raw muscle was visible where several clumps of dull scales had fallen off.

The third was a different story. Unlike the larger creatures Leif had spotted in his somewhat naive quest to climb up a mountain, this drake was long, lithe and remarkably slender. It was like comparing a rapier to a pair of battleaxes.

“I’m still forty nine.” Sieg sighed, grunting as Leif helped him get to his feet while healing his wounds with a trickle of vitality. “One off the next milestone. I haven't even been able to promote my combat class. The first group of evacuees were most of the crafters and non combat officials, and they apparently took the promotion items.”

“Cheer up big guy!” Marcus laughed. “You wouldn’t have time to do the advancement trial even if you did reach fifty! Also, as fun as this is, we really should get going.”

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Fighting powerful monsters from a distance had been Hera’s go to strategy for several years. It had been wildly effective, being able to defeat foes who were significantly stronger than you was one of, if not the quickest ways to level up. Albeit far from the safest.

It had served her as an adventurer, it had served her in the crucible, and up until this point it had served her while she worked as a blade of the Academy.

A crackling lance of dark blue energy ripped through the air she had been standing in but a moment prior. She ran, manifesting platforms of light with every step only to let them dissipate into essence. Maintaining more than a few barriers was well beyond her ability without dedicating a significant portion of her focus to the task, and she needed all of her power, wits and concentration to not be obliterated.

Another beam of gravity energy shot from where the humanoid enslaver flew a hundred metres away. Hera manifested a barrier of light above her and twisted, kicking off the pane of light, shattering it in the process, and launching herself downwards.

She felt her hair rise and her clothes tug against her body, pulled back by the near passing of the ant’s deadly attack. Another pane of light appeared as she fell, Hera twisted the skills construct with a minor effort of will, altering it to let the barrier not be tied to the point she had cast it.

Hera hit the platform feet first and felt it partially fracture under her downward momentum. Fortunately it held, she rode the pane of light downwards, ever so slightly tugging on the skills construct to reassert its default state of being stationary.

It was a trick she had learnt years ago, back when the skill had an entirely different name. Hera stabilised her footing and summoned a bow thanks to her [Armoury of Light] skill, a core skill that she had created thanks to multiple fusions, all from different classes. The created weapons were an all but perfect conduit for her other powers.

She twisted, the platform spinning, and returned fire on the enslaver. The creature was forced to dodge, flying inelegantly to the side, its insectile wings a blur of motion even to Hera’s enhanced vision. Then it was forced to retreat further as a geyser of white and blue flames raked across the sky.

“Shiny Human!” The feathered serpent hissed, coiling through the rain and rising to Hera’s own elevation.

“Coatl.” She replied, not entirely sure how to communicate with commander Kaan’s bond.

“Father says to drive the ant lady away, he will bring the big fly boat!” Pocht roared, then it dove to avoid a lance of blue light.

“Tell him to hurry up!” She yelled back, running in the opposite direction to not give their opponent an easy target.

For minutes more they battled in the sky, and though they fought to force the enslaver away from the outpost and the desperately retreating humans below, the oddly human shaped ant was more than capable of weathering their assault, never straying far.

It’s trying to protect the undead queen. Hera realised, cursing under her breath. While that thing is in play it won’t allow us to shepherd it away. And while it's over Far-reach everyone is in danger.

She peered through the low, burning red cloud cover and scanned the ground. The closer to the battle Kaan drew the more wild and unruly the skies became, as high as she was the very air was thick with both rain and soot.

If she could eliminate the undead enslaver queen maybe this whole ordeal would end. From the report Marcus, Sieg and Leif had given her about the events within the mythhold, Hera doubted the ant queen was the entity in control of the horde.

It won’t hurt to try. She thought. Firing off a quick volley to keep the enslaver woman busy before retreating up into the clouds with a sequence of bounding leaps.

[Prismatic Sight] activated, and the cloud cover thinned, retreating into the background as her perception skill bled away all excessive visual stimuli and helped her vision penetrate any non solid obstacles.

She sighted the ant queen far below and began charging up an arrow of light. Hera doubted she would get another chance as good as this one. Best to make it count.

Her previous attack on the enslaver hadn’t killed it outright, though surely the monster had been wounded. She would need to put everything she could into a single, deadly attack. Power built, light shining in the arrow’s pointed head like a beacon.

The clouds around her shone with a dazzling radiance, the heat coming off the skill made steam rise in a continuous pillar as the very air screamed like a kettle. She took aim, years of training and far more life and death experience than most her age steadying her arms, calming her breathing.

Then an obsidian clad fist crashed into her side. As the Academy blade was sent flying, the impact blacking out her vision and pulverising her ribs, the almost fully charged skill destabilised, then detonated.

Everything went white.