The dome around Miki grew, striking the second group. They experienced the same fate as the first, being quickly reduced to nothing but ash and bone. Perhaps other eyes couldn’t see this, but I could tell that their souls were being sucked from their bodies. They were being directly dragged into Miki along with the remainder of their life force.

By the third row of soldiers, they had realized the folly of their charge and desperately tried to turn around. The army became a mess as those in front tried to turn around. The dome kept growing though and it struck them all. The magicians who were in the back frantically put up shields around themselves. Soldiers who were lucky enough to be near the mages tried to get within their protective shells. Those that weren’t fast enough hit the outside. They started hammering against the dome with their fists, desperately crying to be let in.

The king hadn’t been among these men. He was probably still waiting in his castle for good news. It seemed he had severely miscalculated Miki and her strength. I had as well. Miki casually lifted her head, her eyes falling on the city beyond. From this angle, I could see the city had fallen into panic. Women and children were fleeing out the other side, praying they could escape the incoming wave of death.

Miki started to walk toward the city, her stride unwavering. Her feet crunched on the desiccated grass, and it was the only sound that could be heard. I swallowed hard and then stood up. It was time for me to back my move. It would bring Miki home.