Chapter 372: Selia and Ryun

Chapter 372: Selia and Ryun

Ending

The field of battle stretched across the valley, it engulfed the city so large that standing at the one edge on top of a wall tower forty meters high and looking across it would make the identical tower on the other side no taller than a fingernail in the distance. A hill stood beyond the city, and on top of it a large Citadel, now blazing with light, defensive fire streaming down from its five towers. In between the city and the Citadel, was an army, surrounding them too. And surrounding that army was another.

The battle was reaching its zenith, as the undead rose and pushed the monsters away. As for every dead sect warrior an undead rose, as the dead monsters became fuel for even greater monstrosities that pummeled the towering enemy Generals to pieces with limbs of darkened bones. In the heat of the battle, the people around him did not consider what a display such as this meant.

But Repesh knew. He had long been the Sect Head of Midnight Reign Sect, they had Necromancers, of course they did, even though their Sect did not focus on raising the undead but turning their bodies into undead themselves. They didnt practice the branch of necromancy that raised expendable armies out of the dead. All necromancers knew that their survival relied on the world not seeing them as a great threat. And now, the first, the great Necromancer, was showing it to everyone.

Repesh didnt know if he agreed, but he knew that without him they wouldnt have survived. The Necromancer flew on his undead dragon, and his host slaughtered the enemy, the sect warriors following in the undead wake. They had won the battle on the ground, it was only the matter of time.

Together. Their minds were connected, so much so that they couldnt tell where one began and the other ended. They had devastated the enemy armies, but now as the enemy was losing, they were turning all of their attention on them. They knew that they were spent, their willpower was waning, their Qi supplies near the end, one body injured and tired, the other whole but drained. The enemy sent all of their remaining Generals.

They had killed most of them, only three remained. Their main General, the monster that walked on two legs and was as tall as five stories building, with a squat head and tendrils at the end of its long and muscled arms. Its hide was black and purple, rough and tougher than anything that they had ever encountered. The space around it bent by its very presence, attacks lost much of their momentum when they reached its body, and some just curved around it. Still, they had managed to damage it with Oblivion, but not enough.

A General that walked on eight spider-like legs spewed a black substance that caught the Reapers great wolf form, trapped it on the ground. A flying General that looked like a twisted version of a dragon came for the Scythe at the same time preventing them from responding with that half of their being. Spears whirled around the Scythe, rebuffing the flying General, but they felt the third, the main General, move on the ground. It charged and grabbed the Reaper, its tendrils wrapping around the Reapers body, then fired its dark beam straight into their side point blank. They both screamed, the Reapers Qi dwindled as the body regenerated under the constant damage, and they searched for a way out.

The flying Generals hide repelled the spears as it swooped down and breathed black fire on the Scythe, forcing them to craft shield constructs and defend. Then, they focused. With the {Mantle of Gathering Twilight} the Scythes stats shifted, and the bodys intelligence rose. As the General closed the distance, they manifested their new perk. A Soul Scythe appeared in their hands, through their |Perfect Resonance Sense: My Sphere, Total Clarity|, |Target Mark|, and |True Aim| they prepared and marshaled the last of their willpower.

The General came in fast, its maw open. They shifted the Scythes stats into strength and dexterity, |Enhanced Celerity| trembled and evolved as they pulled their weapon back. With their new |Velocity| and with one hand they swung the Soul Scythe. The pristine white weapon sliced through the space with |Perfect Cut: My Foes, Torn Asunder| through the dragons fire and body. The height of their stats, the power of their will, it carved a line through space, through time and light, through everything it touched. A line of black nothingness appeared in the air for a moment, the dragons body split apart and shimmered as if it couldnt decide when it had died. The black fire that had licked the Scythes body vanished and the dragon General followed a moment after.

Their will was spent.

Spears came down as they shifted their stats into intelligence again and sent waves of them down to release the Reaper. The spider General wove a net above them, catching the Scythes attacks. Their spears would not get through in time, the Reapers Qi was about to run out.

Nayra flew away to safety and watched as the General died. It was over.

Nayras flames winked out and her form shrank as she landed near them, looking them over.

Ill go and get the healers, she said as she looked at the Scythes missing arm.

We are well enough, they said, both mouths moving at the same time, their voices reverberating in unison.

Nayra blinked, but didnt comment. They realized that they were too drained, and that being so connected drained them even further. Slowly they started to separate, and what was one became two again, though they kept their connection open.

Both of them sagged and Nayra stepped forward and caught them before they fell over.

Im getting the healers, she repeated.

Its fine, we are just tired, Selia said. She looked around, almost in disbelief at the death that they had caused. Two armies, and they had destroyed most of them. Millions of monsters, dead, and with them went their power while Nayras only grew. She held them with her strength.

Selia looked around and saw the undead in the distance, killing the last of them as the sects pulled back to the cities. There was only one place still filled with combat, the siege of the Citadel, far in the distance.

She felt Ryuns frown through their bond and turned in the direction he was looking at. She could feel something at the edge of his sense, but without their full connection she couldnt quite make it out.

What is it? Selia asked.

I dont know, Im drained, cant make it out, Ryun said. But it is trouble.

Far in the distance, beyond the Citadel there was a shadow moving above the clouds, too far to see what was behind them.

Then, as the shadow moved over the battle the clouds bulged, and metal flew out.