Chapter 628: Desperation

Chapter 628: Desperation

The world stood still.

Silence crownedthe village, broken by trembling breaths, the clink of metal, and creaking of leather.

The rain had stopped.

The battle paused.

And the First Apostle stared down on all below him.

The tension in the air was too thick to yield to even the sharpest blade.

Silence built.

Until everything exploded.

Alex raised his staff, reaching out to the heavens, calling forth celestial legions. Brilliant columns of light erupted around him, each summoning a hound engeli gripping a greatsword. Celestials appeared, bowed down on one knee, but rose to stand with battlelust and a yearning for justice burning in their eyes.

Holy light now bathed both sides of the battlefield, sending shock running through the servants of Uldar.

The First Apostle watched Alex as though the young man had suddenly morphed into a devil. The Foolusingspellcraft?

Impossible! the old manthe one who had led the column of priests from the escarpmentrecoiled as though slapped. This is blasphemy!

Around him, his holy legion gawked at the young wizard while their amulets sang, disbelief taking them for the briefest moment.

Just for a moment.

Yet, for one as deadly as the Champion of Uldar, a moment was more than enough.

Hart blurred across the battlefield, his armoured form collided with the nearest formation like a catapult stone crushing a nest of ants. His enchanted sword, forged from a hive-queens massive claw, slashed the column of warpriests like stalks of grain, sending entire ranks to their deaths, at the same time, causing a spark that rekindled the battle.

The First Apostle gave his command in a voice that was heard near and wide. Izas! The statues! I will deal with these so-called Heroes, you eliminate the rest!

Reaching up to the sky, the elder Chosen of Uldar grasped what seemed to be thin air.

Thunder rumbled.

Lightning split the sky, erupting from storm clouds to strike the First Apostles outstretched hand. Blinding flashes of light and smoke followed andwhen the smoke cleareda shining sword glowed in the ancient Heros hand, bleeding bolts of holy energy.

His eyes fixed on one Hero after the other, then he swooped down like a falcon, sword pointing downward.

Hart cursed, leaping back.

Thunder boomed as the First Apostle landed on wet earthrocking the entire battlefieldhis sword skewering the ground where the Champion had just stood.

Youre gooArgh! Hart cried mid-compliment.

Lighting whipped from the blade, licking across the giant Heros armour, his hair stood on end. Through clenched teeth, Hart forced himself to move, swinging his enormous weapon at the First Apostles head.

The smaller man parried the blow, his sword in one hand as he looked up at the Champion with sadness in his eyes.

Repent child, there is still time for you, he urged, sounding desperate.

Repent this! Hart smashed his helmeted head into the mans face.

Holy light flared around the ancient Chosen, though he never flinched.

Oh no Hart murmured.

So be it.

The First Apostles fist struck the Champions jawsounding like an alchemical explosionsending blood and teeth flying.

Hart stumbled, his head whipping to the side.

The First Apostle pounced, sword poised to skewer the Hero through the chest.

Metal ground against metallightning crackledHart spun away, the sword scraping a deep trench along his armour. He was still off-balance when the next blade stroke came, aiming straight for his gut.

A wall sprang up between the two warriors, catching the First Apostles blade in a rampart of stone.

Well get him together, Hart! Hold on! Drestra shouted from above, dropping low under the power of draconic wing beats.

The exchange of blows between Champion and former Chosen had taken mere heartbeats.

Combatants began moving, targeting opponents.

Effigies to our god, ris Izas began crying out, his words cut short when Alex unexpectedly appeared before him, surrounded by hound engeli.

Oh no you dont, Alex said, grabbing the Third Apostle by the shoulder. Youre coming with me.

He called on the Travellers power, reaching out to teleport away. Alexs will crashed against Izas. The Travellers power surged against the old mans divine strength.

And the Fool could not move him.

Isazs will towered, unyielding, unbending, forged through the fires of zeal.

A will Alex could not overcome.

No, child, I am not going anywhere. Izas raised his hand.

A double helix of flame sparked in his palm.

With Cedric reeling, the priest spun, uttering an incantation that battered Hart in a wave of blazing white force.

The Champions armour tore apart.

Massive contusions replaced healthy skin.

His body catapulted across the battlefield, spinning end over end, finally coming to rest against Drestras rampart with full force.

Hart slid down the wall, spitting blood, trying to gain his footing.

Hm. You have obviously been enhanced further, the First Apostles disapproval was clear. No doubt due to something not of Uldar. Does this treachery know no bounds?

He shot into the air, soaring toward Drestra. The dragons illusionary images had long faded, but she roared at him in challenge.

Ill protect you as best I can! Thundar shouted. Try to stay alive!

The First Apostle never slowed. He crashed into the dragon with the force of a missile, flinging her like a leaf.

Blood spurted.

Drestra screamed, hurtling through the sky. Thundar held on for dear life.

Meanwhile, Alex was dropping toward the ground, desperately reaching into himself, clutching at the Travellers power, and teleporting before his body could strike the earth. He landed upright, avoiding the bone-crushing impact.

I canI can still use Hannahs power, he muttered, shaking.

In one hand, he held the screaming aeld staff, but couldnt touch its power.

This is bad he muttered, watching priests decimate the remaining blood-draks and banishing his summoned engeli. Must adapt. Think! Think like a leader!

He looked for his friends, finding them overwhelmed by statues. Without Tyris and Vesuvius magic, they would be overrun

Wait.

Flame. Beams of flame lanced from Claygons fire-gems as he fought the statues with everything he had. Theresa, Brutus and Grimloch battled by his side, giving him support.

Realisation hit Alex like a boulder.

Holy hells! Claygons not mortal! Hes not mortal! he shouted.

There was a chance.

A slim chance they could turn things around.

Alex teleported beside a statue of Uldar.

Touching it, he let the Travellers power flare and felt a tugging sensation.

Instantly, he and the statue vanished, reappearing a thousand feet away with the enormous construct head down in the dirt.

Yes! he cried, teleporting back to the battle.

He wanted nothing more than to just drop them and let them smash to the ground, but he couldntnot without triggering the Markbut, he could still teleport them away!

Alex reappeared among his friends. Ill handle these statues! he shouted. Claygon! Blast the First Apostle, youre the only one who can! Grimloch, Theresa, Brutus, Tyris, Vesuvius! You support our friends on the wall! Ill get you there!

Alex, you Theresa started.

Theres no time!

He looked back at the rampart.

The Watchers had drawn their swords, as did Khalik, Svenia, HogarthIsolde had her dagger outall were fighting to defend the ramparts against priests and holy warriors. Most of the mercenaries had already fallen, and of the mass of blood-draks, few remained.

Just leave this to me! Alex cried.

Above, Drestra screamed again.

The dragon slashed at the First Apostle with curved claws and fangs, while Thundar shot crossbow bolts from atop her back, but the ancient Chosen wasnt stopping, slashing deeper into her body with each blade stroke.

He dodged and deflected their attacks with divine might, praying as he fought.

His white clothing was splattered red with dragon blood.

Claygon, Drestra needs you! Alex shouted. Get up there before he kills her!

Yesfather! the golem said, lowering his shoulder. He charged through the statues of Uldar, enduring their blows.

It was then that Alex saw the condition he was in; his marble was cracked and his metal plates had buckled. This was taking a toll.

Cold sweat stood on the young wizards skin as he teleported statues farther and farther away from the battle, as far as he could take them before the barrier stopped him.

His scar burned.

Hannah, he whispered. Give us strength.

He teleported back to the struggle they were facing.

Within him, a growing fear mounted; they might not make it through this.

If they did

The price would be high.