Chapter 32: The Red Moon And The Big Bad Wolf

Chapter 32: The Red Moon And The Big Bad Wolf

The end of the week arrived smoothly for Ira. He ran some "errands" with Harper, and Charles dropped off the prosthetic. On the other hand, the week went by a bit more hectically for the Kingdom. Those who previously eavesdropped on Lance's party began spreading information on Ira. By the end of the week, anyone who boasted a position of power knew that Ira could be identified quickly by his black hair and yellow eyes. Though the Intelligence director already knew what Ira looked like, they had to temporarily change their plans after confirming he was the strongest Mercenary.

As for Ira himself? He sat at the dining table on the first floor of his house, and of course, Harper sat next to him. Currently, he was reading the black book; it was apparent that the sigil of two wolves on his left hand were seals of some sort and he wanted to find a way to remove the next one. Other than annoying whispers only Ira could hear, the book didn't yield much, for now. With a wave of his left hand, he put the book away. Harper's head was on the tabletop, showing she was busy napping. Ira reclined in the chair and closed his eyes.

"Keeper of the third moon."

He said under his breath as he seemed to be searching for something. Deep inside the emptiness consciousness, there was a small, spherical, red stone. It began growing and growing until it could no longer be called a rock. It grew so large it was evident it was the moon. Ira tried to interact with it, he didn't know what it would do, and the boy he would meet during bouts of unconsciousness wasn't forthcoming with information.

Ira continued concentrating on the moon and all of a sudden it began spinning very slowly. He could feel it activating; it began to exert its influence, he could feel his body showing some small signs of change. Not just him, Harper immediately shot up and stared at Ira. She felt something was happening, her blood seemed to stir, and the source could be traced to Ira. One of the three circles on her forehead turned red in color. It wasn't just Harper who felt it, within the Capital all beastkin and even dark elves could feel something strange, and no matter where they were, they all looked in one direction.

Eventually, the feeling stopped as Ira opened his eyes. Traces of red could be seen at the edge of his yellow irises. It faded, restoring his original bright yellow eyes. Under the influence of the third moon, his irises seemed to change to a red color, similar to the boy. Ignorant of the phenomenon he just caused Ira smiled at his discovery.

He began putting two and two together, as he pulled out his status card.

Name:

Ira

Rating:

S+

Growth Capacity:

SS+

Bloodline:

Unknown

Blessings:

Unknown, Keeper of the third moon (Ulta Majoris)

Mana Capacity:

Low

Passive Skills:

Supernatural: Strength, Agility, Reflexes, Senses, Regeneration, Endurance

Predatory Instincts

Kinetic Vision (Inactive)

Greater: Metabolism, Beast Manipulation, Night Vision, Physique

Self-Adaptation

Temperature Regulation

Aging Immunity

Bloodline Resonance

Genetic Mutation (Inactive)

Lunar Force Empowerment

Partial Lunar Force Control

Advanced Swordsmanship

Expert Martial Arts

Primal Awareness

Active Skills:

Short-Range Teleport, Call of the Third Moon (Inactive), Run Amok (Inactive), Nothingness(Sealed), Matter Alteration, Gravitational Alteration, Quickdraw

"Partial Lunar Force Control."

He couldn't help but chuckle excitedly. If there were three moons, did that mean the Lunar Force was split into thirds?

"What was that, Ira?"

Harper asked with scrunched eyebrows.

Instead of answering Ira looked at the three circles on her forehead. Traces of red could still be seen on the highest one. The red circle seemed to measure 17 millimeters, while the second was around 8 millimeters, and the final was 4 millimeters. If that was representative of the original sizes of the moons, did that mean he held a majority of the Lunar Force?

"You'll see soon."

Ira said while almost trembling in excitement. He looked towards the front door and stood up.

"Go grab the arm."

He said as he walked to the front door. He opened it just in time to see Samantha's hand in the air, behind her stood Lance's party. They visited throughout the week for details about the wedding and the exact time to go.

They all wore dark colors, the girls, Samantha included, all wore midnight blue sundresses. Lance and Gerald both wore a black tail coat, white button-up, black trousers, and black shoes. Gerald's suit looked a bit funny on him, considering he was 6'5 and 275 pounds. It was a miracle the suit fit at all. Everyone looked at Ira strangely, he was underdressed, to say the least. Noticing their expressions, Ira spoke up.

"They should have something for me to wear when I show up."

He shrugged. Harper came out of the house with a box in her arms. Inside was the prosthetic Charles worked on. Ira grabbed the box with his left hand and stored it away.

"We have to make a quick stop first."

Ira grinned as he led the group away. Their destination, towards the deeper part of the commercial district.

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Under the guidance of Ira, they arrived in front of a large smithy. Around twenty Dwarves stood guard outside of it, each dressed in thick armor with either an axe or a hammer at their sides. Above the smithy was a broken hammer insignia which almost made Lance and his party stop in their tracks.

"You do know where this is, right?"

Lance looked at Ira curiously.

"Yup. I just need to grab something."

Ira responded. As they went towards the smithy, the Dwarven Guards grew cautious and shouted.

"Halt!"

Two Dwarven Guards blocked the way. After they had recognized Ira, they eased up.

"It's just you, Go ahead. No entry for your friends though, Tel-Goron doesn't like strangers in his smithy."

The Dwarf made way for Ira and Harper. Lance and his party couldn't help but be even more surprised.

"Tel-Goron!"

Gerald shouted in disbelief. Samantha's brows raised, she seemed to have heard of him before.

"Isn't he a famous blacksmith?"

She asked after she remembered a few details.

"That's an understatement. Any weapon Tel-Goron makes can cause an uproar. He rarely sells, and when he does the price is too high for ordinary people to even think about."

Lance added as he watched Ira and Harper walk into the smithy. Tel-Goron, a great Dwarven Blacksmith, not even at the height of his years. He was in his 40's and already was deemed as a genius by the Dwarven clans. He roamed from region to region looking for inspiration; he felt as if he had more to gain. The Dwarven clans supported his decision and allowed him to move under the stipulation of an armed escort at all times. So how was Ira familiar enough with him to walk into his smithy?

A few weeks ago, Tel-Goron was attacked by a squad of would-be kidnappers. Something that was more or less normal for him, the criminals were easily killed until "accidentally" fired a crossbow bolt toward Tel-Goron, Ira "appeared" at the right time and blocked the bolt before Tel-Goron was killed. Tel-Goron and almost all Dwarves took debts seriously, so when he "coincidentally" ran into Ira in the Capital, imagine his surprise.

In reality, that never happened. The "errands" that Ira and Harper ran were nothing more than him looking for a blacksmith to melt down the statue and make a sword out of it. After hearing about Tel-Goron, Ira found his smithy. Waited for until night, when most of the Dwarven Guards were asleep, and instructed Harper to fiddle with their memories. It wasn't difficult since the attempted kidnapping was an experienced shared by all the guards and Tel-Goron himself. All she had to do was weave Ira into their memories, so to speak. The hard part was getting them all together; Ira had to knock out the stragglers and avoid killing the ones that attempted to fight back.

Ira was more than impressed with her illusion ability and asked for an explanation, but Harper wasn't a scholar. She could only describe a pile of napkins stacked on top of each other, pouring enough juice to stain all the napkins, but not soaking the napkins thoroughly. Though it was simplistic Ira understood it a bit better. If she overdid it, they would either go insane or realize it's a fake memory.

While Ira and Harper walked deeper into the smithy, he contemplated finding someone to train her in magic. He'd most likely have to pay for it though, seeing as most mages would probably have a higher resistance to illusions.

They passed dozens of weapons lined up, some unfinished some looked to be complete. Further, in the workshop, a short, stocky, bearded man, wearing a brown apron and some worn leather boots, polished a dark gray sword that sat on a table next to a saber and some armor. It was Tel-Goron, he looked up and smiled upon seeing Ira.

"You're the talk of the town these days."

Tel-Goron smiled amicably; he had a deep and gruff voice that filled the room. Harper's eyes briefly flashed blue; she made small repairs to the illusion she placed in his mind.

Lies can easily be unraveled by finding out new information, and she actually could feel the illusion slightly weakening upon mention of Ira's name being spread in the rumors. Luckily, it was too weak to cause any harm, and she just tampered with his memories for good measure.

"I've noticed."

Ira returned a friendly smile as he went to examine the weapons. Tel-Goron stood next to him and began explaining the details.

"Your weapon is a typical longsword, so it's a bit longer than the silver bastard sword you use. Needless to say, you can use either one hand or two, especially in your case. I should also mention the sword is far denser than normal, it's a bit of a bitch to use for anyone accustomed to lighter swords, I'd say it weighs between 15 and 16 pounds. The saber, on the other hand, is as light as can be, weighing in at a half pound. Also, both weapons have black leather scabbards."

Tel-Goron explained as he looked at Ira with questioning eyes. Ira noticed it and was prepared to knock him out at the first sign of trouble.

"That metal statue you provided is unlike anything I've seen before. It's too easy to change the hardness, flexibility, or weight just by adding a few more metals. The Saber is made with Windsteel, which is usually put into throwing knives because of its lightness, but doesn't have a lot of practical use in swords. The Longsword is made from Great steel, which is used for heavy armor and heavy weapons. The metal you provided was a perfect bonding agent for both of the materials."

Tel-Goron began to go off topic as he looked on with admiration.

"Forgive me, I just wanted to know why you'd waste such a precious metal on a statue in the first place?"

Tel-Goron wanted to ask for larger supply to send to the Dwarven Clans for analysis, but he knew it would be impolite to, after all, he already sent a few tiny samples back after obtaining Ira's permission and he thought was already enough. After hearing his question, Ira relaxed, Tel-Goron was real close to being beaten half to death if he asked the wrong question.

"I found it like that."

Ira raised his hands defensively.

"I see."

Tel-Goron took it as Ira not willing to speak about the source of a precious metal, so he did not pursue the matter. Instead, he changed the subject.

"With the leftover metal, I made a few pieces of armor, like you asked. I have a set of lightweight armor with female specifications. This was also created with Windsteel, the total weight of the armor shouldn't be more than ten pounds, but should protect just as good as any armor weight ten times that amount. I've opted not to create some parts, leaving a chest plate, gauntlets, greaves, and a tasset belt. If you find a bit more of that mystery metal, I'd be more than happy to make something for you or Harper there."

Tel-Goron smiled widely, as he finished his explanation on the armor. He wasn't lying about being more than happy to create some more. He was excited to see all the possibilities of the mystery metals, he felt as if he just touched upon a small trace of what it could its become.

Ira waved his left hand and collected everything on the table except for the longsword. He undid the scabbard holding the silver bastard sword and stored it away, equipping the dark longsword in its place.

"Thanks a lot, Tel-Goron."

Ira smiled brightly as he patted the scabbard.

"Don't mention it. I owed you after you saved my life. Now if that's all, I have the strangest craving for steak."

Tel-Goron waved his hand with a smile. Ira shot a glance at Harper upon the mention of steak. It seemed she accidentally leaked in her own desires with the illusion, but it was something small, and there wasn't really anything to be worried about.

After a few more exchanges of words, Ira and Harper left. Lance and his party noticed Ira had a different weapon. As Ira led them away from the smithy, Gerald spoke up first.

"Did Tel-Goron make that for you?"

He whispered with a careful look.

"Yeah, he kinda owed me a favor. I'll tell you about it some other time."

Ira said casually as he shrugged. Lance and his group had dozens of questions, but they saw Ira was unwilling to talk about it. They soon arrived at the Capital gate and saw a carriage with the Thynne Family insignia. Ira recognized the driver and nodded before he climbed in. Harper hurriedly climbed in behind him and sat next to him. Samantha followed behind and sat next to Harper, and finally, Lance's group made their way in.

The carriage had more than enough space to accommodate everyone. The carriage quickly departed.

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Inside of the Thynne Family Manor. Avery was in a large room, standing in front of a tall mirror. Several servants and assistants stood near the door, and behind Avery stood Lauren and Casey.

Avery wore a long, black, sleeveless, high-collared, gown with dark gold embroidery. On her head was a small dark golden-winged circlet. Lauren and Casey wore similar colored dresses, though they had less embroidery and they weren't dressed in any circlets.

"Have all the arrangements been made?"

Lauren asked the assistants.

"Yes, Ma'am. Everything is in place for the ceremony."

One assistant immediately replied.

Lauren nodded in response and smiled. Casey moved closer to Avery and began fixing her hair.

"Gather everyone in an hour, he should at least be on his way by then."

Casey said as she grinned at her daughter. The servants and assistants bowed and left the room.

Avery's face held its natural expression of indifference, but if one was to look closer, there were signs of anticipation in her eyes.

"Avery, you should go select a dagger."

Casey said as she finished with Avery's hair.

"Yes, Mother."

Avery responded as she turned around and walked to a nearby table. Rows of small sheathed daggers filled the whole things, some looked very intimidating in appearance, and some looked exquisite. Various unique designs and carvings were on each of them. Avery's hand hovered over the table as she evaluated each one. There was one particular dagger that caught her eye. An Ivory Dagger with a Wolf's Head carved into the pommel. It seemed oddly fitting, given Ira's mysterious lycanthropic bloodline and his behavior overall. She picked up the dagger and unsheathed it. The stainless steel blade had a bright shimmer that was pleasing to the eyes. Avery placed it back into the sheath. She turned around to face her mother and grandmother.

"This one will do."

Avery smiled faintly.

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A few hours later, Ira and his "guests" arrived at the Thynne Manor in the early evening. Ira and the others stepped out of the carriage, and the first thing he noticed was a large group of servants and assistants. The second thing he noticed was the colder temperature, winter would make itself known in a few days.

"Hello, If you and your sister could follow me please, the guests will be escorted to the banquet area."

A female assistant bowed lightly as she greeted Ira. A few other representatives went to accompany Samantha, and Lance's group to the back of the Manor.

"Come on, Harper."

Ira smiled as he followed the female assistant into the Manor. The inside was mostly empty, except for servants, cooks, and attendants who were still moving back and forth.

The attendant showed Ira and Harper to two rooms.

"Your clothes are inside."

The female attendant gave a bow before turning to leave.

"Wait. There should be a girl named Amy here with Aldis. Can you give her this."

Ira waved his left hand and produced a plain brown box. The female attendant was surprised to see something appear from thin air, but she didn't let it show.

"I'm not sure if she is here, but I will look for her."

The attendant took the box, that was heavier than it looked and left. Harper stood in front of the door to the adjacent room and looked at Ira.

"Go get dressed, kiddo."

Ira said as he entered the room for him, Harper nodded and went into her room. After a few moments, Ira stepped out. He wore a black, dark golden trimmed shirt with a mandarin collar. On top of the shirt was a black suit jacket with a dark golden trim around the jacket cuffs and the lapel. Also, he wore black trousers and black shoes. Harper walked out shortly after him dressed in a matching black sundress. A few attendants made their way to Ira after seeing him emerge from the room.

"Sir, shall we tidy your hair?"

An old male attendant asked. Ira looked at Harper who in turn looked at him. Her own hair was very wild at the moment, and he was no different.

"Get someone to braid her hair, and I guess I need to brush mine."

Ira responded with a shrug.

"Yes, Sir."

The senior attendant left to retrieve a brush, while the female attendants moved to Harper, and began braiding her pale blue hair. They quickly finished, leaving Harper with one long braid that hung to the middle of her back. Ira gave her a thumbs up, and she giggled in response.

The senior attendant returned with a brush and a hand mirror which he gave it to a female assistant. She walked over to Ira and slowly reached for his hair, seeing as she decided to brush his hair for him, Ira didn't show any resistance. His wild hair began to be tamed by the brush strokes, the female attendant slightly blushed as she stood close to him, the other female attendants looked a bit jealous.

If they could impress him and get a proper evaluation, their status may go up within the Manor, seeing as they were extended family. They would never think to attempt to seduce him though if they tried, it was highly possible they would be murdered by a Valkyrie or even Avery.

After some more brushing, the attendant stepped away and held up the hand mirror. Ira looked at his hair which was now brushed into place, he ran his hand over it and shook it a little, undoing a bit of the brushing. Having his hair wild was a bit of personal preference, he wasn't a fan of the nobles with orderly hair, but he somewhat understood the need for it in situations like the one he was in.

"I'm ready now."

Ira smiled at the attendants, a few blushed even more until the older male attendant coughed meaningfully. The Thynne Family was no place with those who grew overly ambitious.

"Right this way, Sir."

The senior attendant led Ira to the back of the Manor, outside there was a large gathering of people. The luxurious tables were set up in the same order as the previous banquet except for a band of musicians and a small table with two seats in the central spot where the Valkyrie table was. The currently empty, Valkyrie table was moved to the side and out of the way of it. While the change may have seemed small, the symbolic nature of it wasn't. It showed the ones gathered just how much the Valkyries valued Ira. The Valkyries would change their mind for no one except one of their own, and that was only if the Matriarch was the one to change her mind.

Ira noticed a circular marble platform stood a few feet off the ground, on top was a stone block with a metal bowl on top of it. That was most likely where the ceremony would happen. He turned his head and saw Aldis sitting at a table with Amy and a few other people. Amy smiled gratefully at Ira as she waved her prosthetic arm. It was better than she could have asked for, though it would take some getting used to. Ira just nodded with a small grin as he walked to the top of the circular stone platform. Harper was led away to sit with the females who had yet to awaken, technically after the wedding they would be sisters in law. Seeing Ira take his place on the platform, the musicians began softly playing music. A combination of a violin, a piano, a harp, and a flute were all played in a soft harmony, coupled with the setting sun, it made for a tranquil scene.

Soon an attendant signaled, and the music was played even lower. The sounds of tandem footsteps emerged from the Manor. Avery was escorted by the Valkyries, who stood on both sides of her. Lauren and Casey stood on her left and right respectively. Many people were shocked upon seeing Avery in a dress, her beauty was indescribable, even to those who grew a bit numb to the attractiveness of others after seeing the Valkyries. Even Ira was stunned, though he couldn't imagine Avery in a dress so that only added to his surprise.

Avery was escorted to the circular platform, and all the while she had a grin, the ones who had never seen her smile couldn't help but look again. As she took the platform, Ira showed a beaming smile. Causing some of the females present to stare at him a few moments too long. Lauren followed Avery to the platform and stood behind the stone block which was placed between both of them. In one hand she held a long white ribbon, and in the other, she held an ivory dagger. She put the ribbon in the bowl and began to speak.

"The bond between the two of you shall be recognized in blood, Avery."

She unsheathed the dagger and nodded toward Avery, who in turn raised her hand over the bowl.

"Ira, I'd like you to slow down your regeneration for this."

Lauren said, he raised his hand over the bowl and nodded in response.

Lauren raised the dagger and cut deeply into the palms of each of their hands, while neither of them flinched. The blood dripped down quickly and dyed the white ribbon red. When the ribbon was entirely red, Lauren waved a glowing hand over both of the wounds and easily healed them, she then placed a hand over the metal bowl.

"Fire." She chanted softly as a small flame filled the bowl, instantly evaporating the blood and even turning the metal bowl to a bright red color showing the metal was almost at its melting point. Strangely, only the red ribbon remained untouched. When the fire stopped, Lauren retrieved the red ribbon.

"Turn and raise your arms toward me."

She said with a smile. Both Ira and Avery turned their arms toward Lauren, she began tying the red ribbon around both of their wrists, leaving a little room in case one of them would accidentally move their arms too far. Usually, after the ritual, it would be resistant to breaking after the ceremony, but Ira seemed to defy the very word "usual."

"And with a kiss, the ceremony is complete."

She finished tying the ribbon and stepped back. Avery and Ira turned toward each other and did as instructed, though neither of them was unwilling. They moved closer and gently kissed under the gaze of the ones attending. The music began playing louder as people rose to their feet and began clapping. Ira chuckled happily, while Avery had a full smile. They walked down the platform and went towards the small table set just for them. After they sat down, those attending the wedding finally ceased their clapping and sat down too.

The music continued to play as servants brought out dozens of carts full of food and began serving the guests. They went to Ira and Avery first and then the Valkyries, before serving everyone else. Lauren and Casey walked to the table, Lauren held a bottle of wine, while Casey held four glasses. Casey placed them onto the table, while Lauren began pouring the wine.

"Thank you...Uh, when does the ribbon get taken off?"

Ira asked curiously as he and Avery picked up the wine glasses and began taking a drink. Lauren and Casey had given meaningful smiles. Lauren had spoken before she and Casey sipped the wine.

"With both of your combined efforts, you'll be able to remove the enchantment tonight."

Lauren smiled meaningfully.

Ira almost choked on his glass of wine, causing the three women to laugh softly. Lauren filled both of their cups again before walking to the Valkyrie table. Casey looked at both of them and spoke.

"When all the guests have their cups filled, you two have to toast."

She turned and joined Lauren at the Valkyrie table. A few minutes later, everyone had their cups filled and looked toward the table. Ira and Avery stood up, raising their cups with them. The guests raised their cups in response. Avery and Ira tapped their glasses together and began drinking, the guests followed their actions.

After they had sat down again, Ira smiled.

"Let's eat."

He said enjoying the moment.

In the same row Aldis sat in, Eric was present. After interrupting the banquet last time to suggest Avery marry someone else, he was "lightly" punished by his mother, Judith. Though the word "lightly" rarely applied to anything the Valkyries did, as he was forced to spar with sisters and female cousins for a few hours, which couldn't be called a fight by anyone with an ounce of sympathy.

It was evident the beating only furthered his humiliation within the family as if it wasn't bad enough he already heard that Ira was the strongest Mercenary in the Kingdom. Currently, his guild master, the former number two in the Kingdom, and former classmate of Avery Thynne, Carter, sat next to him. Eric always sought validation from his mother and the other Valkyries, but he knew where to draw the line. He wouldn't be so dumb as to make a scene and attempt to bother Ira. Even if he were that dumb, he would be incredibly lucky to not be killed by Avery on the spot.

"I hope to be able to talk to him at some point, but I doubt today is the right day."

Carter said as he sipped his glass of wine.

Carter was a man in his twenties with a short beard and a crew cut to match. It was evident he was in shape as he had a visibly healthy body, but a gentle and heroic face. In his guild, Smallthorn, Carter always gave off an older brotherly temperament. It would seem like he was a bad person based on the way Eric tried to suggest him as Avery's marriage partner. The truth is, he never asked for that, Eric took it upon himself to suggest the wedding, to gain prestige within the family.

At first, Carter wasn't mad, he didn't even know who Ira was and only mentioned having a one-sided crush on Avery while they were in the Capital Academy together at some point to Eric. He knew she didn't even know who he was and most likely still didn't. The moment he heard Rhys was replaced by Ira, and after confirming it was the same "Ira" Eric mentioned before, he began to get upset.

It wasn't that he was scared of confrontation, it's just he didn't know what type of person Ira was, and his whole guild could be put at risk. To make up for his mistake, Carter made Eric bring him to the wedding so he could apologize and explain himself, but it would seem he lacked the chance at the moment.

Carter took another sip of the wine in his glass.

"Guild leader, I'm sorry."

Eric apologized with clenched teeth.

"It's fine. I'm sure Ira is a good guy, he probably won't hold a grudge over something so small."

"But Guild Leader-"

"Call me Carter, and like I said, it's fine. Worst comes to worst I'll give him a fight, but if he's anything like Rhys I'd be better off apologizing."

Carter's eyes showed unwillingness at the mention of Rhys. He had attempted to get her to join his guild by winning in a fight against her. To this day Rhys has never been associated with a guild or partner, so it's safe to say he lost. The truth of the matter is he nearly lost his life, luckily Rhys didn't talk about it.

"Guil...Carter, you really think he's stronger than Rhys?"

Eric asked with a little bit of suspicion.

"I'm willing to say yes, but I don't know just how much."

Carter finished his glass as he looked at Ira and Avery. If he was honest, Avery looked even more beautiful than she did when he first saw her in the Academy. Deep down in his subconscious, a small amount of envy formed, especially noticing that Avery smiled when she was with Ira.

"I need another glass."

Carter raised his cup and called to a nearby servant.

While the wedding banquet went on, a situation was quickly forming on the Eastern Border of the Kingdom.

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A large rock crashed into the walls of the Eastern Valley Fortress. The reinforced stone cracked and shot debris at soldiers on the wall, most were left with light injuries, while three died on the spot.

"Someone get on those fucking catapults and return fire!"

Commander Belmond roared his commands as he looked over the ramparts, the Diavol weren't stupid, they sent a few small squads to scale the surrounding mountains, and a few messengers were caught and tortured, after learning they were going to ask for reinforcements, the Diavol stopped being cautious and assaulted the Fortress. Currently, 2000 Diavol soldiers were attacking the fort, while the others were making preparations, they decided to siege in waves. 2000 attack, while the other 8000 rest. Such a tactic didn't offer those in the fortress much respite.

"AAAAAAAAARRRGH!"

One of the three giants yelled as it slowly moved toward the fortress. Dozens of arrows and boulders fired onto the walls in a steady rain.

"Lieutenant Commander, get oil in the moat for fuck's sake!"

Commander Belmond yelled as he manned a massive ballista. Veins appeared on his neck as he lifted the 150 pound bolt and loaded it by himself.

"I'm on it, Commander!"

The Lt. Commander responded as he ran to the Fortress steps and descended to the lower levels. With a loud snapping sound, the bolt fired from the Ballista flew towards the single Giant and bore into its shoulder.

"AAAAAARGH!"

The Giant recoiled backward from the pain and nearly fell. The formation of 1000 archers didn't falter as they continued to rain down on the fortress periodically. Large wooden shield-like barricades sheltered the soldiers from the relentless arrows, but not everyone could be so lucky as nearly a dozen soldiers were the recipients of the arrow rain. If things couldn't get, any worse 2 siege towers were assembled and were being pushed toward the fortress.

"Load the explosive jars and fire the fucking catapults you bastards! So help me, Gods, if any of you fucking miss! You better show those fucking assholes what you're made of!"

Commander Belmond nearly turned red with his vigorous screaming, his temperament served to inspire some of the soldiers, they knew the Commander was usually lax when it came to Fortress rules, but he had a hot temper. Although his verbal abuse never transcended into physical, and he even knew some of the soldiers personally.

"On it commander!"

A few men responded in tandem. They waited for the rain of arrows to finish before running to a nearby Catapult covered with a tarp. One of the men pulled the tarp off, while another assisted with prepping it. Two others moved into the fortress before returning with a large circular shaped wooden container. Inside were small black metallic orbs, each filled with explosive powder which was also known as Demon's Dust, for it's highly volatile and reactive nature.

Another large boulder crashed into the fortress walls, and one unlucky soldier was completely obliterated, while the stone fell into the fort and crushed a catapult below. By now the arrow rain lessened in the two areas where the siege towers prepared to be stationed, they were directly over the moat. The Giant with the shoulder wound also recovered as he stepped forward and reached over the wall. One of his feet was placed in the canal, his lack of intelligence prevented from noticing the danger that came with it.

"We're ready, Commander!"

The explosives were loaded into the Catapult and ready to be fired.

"Destroy that siege tower!"

Commander Belmond drew his Greatsword and pointed at the tower. At the same time, the Lt. Commander was under the fortress uncorking half of the oil barrels and flooding the moat with a black substance. The Giant grabbed a random Soldier and crushed him into a meat paste, before eating him.

The Catapult fired the explosive into the closest siege tower and It quickly caught on fire, a few pieces of flaming debris fell into the moat below and much to the Giant's surprise it caught fire.

"AAAAAAIIIIIIIEEERRRGH!"

The Giant wailed as it went out of control and began running away from the Fortress walls and straight into the crowd of soldiers. Of course, they could do nothing but be crushed under the hectic footsteps of the Giant. They scattered and caused others to panic, disrupting the rain of arrows.

The second siege tower was now in place as a wooden bridge extended from it, and around twenty Diavol came charging out.

"Soldier, get me a belt of explosives!"

Commander Belmond pointed to a nearby soldier as he rushed to meet the Diavol with a group already engaging them.nove(l)bi(n.)com

"Sir!"

The soldier quickly ran off.

"Get down!"

Commander Belmond yelled as he joined the fray, the soldier immediately ducked low while he swung his sword.

"Arc Slash!"

He swung his Greatsword fiercely before the Diavol could react, beheading four on the spot. He took no rest as he deployed another skill.

"Full Charge!"

He turned his sword horizontally as one hand gripped the blade. He charged forth and pushed three Diavol to the edge of the ramparts as he roared.

"Fuck off!"

He forced the three off the wall, and they fell into the fiery moat below with horrid screams. Seeing the Commander take down seven Diavol easily the soldiers shook off their fatigue and fought off the remaining thirteen.

"Commander! More incoming!"

The Lt. Commander yelled as he rejoined Commander Belmond and pointed downwards. The Mages had long since pacified the Giant and the soldiers retook their formation and began to climb the siege tower intent on joining the fray.

"I got something nice for those bastards!"

The Commander gave a haughty laugh as a soldier returned with a belt of explosives and handed it to the Commander, who tied it around his arm.

"Lt. Commander, Take over for a second!"

Commander Belmond rushed into the crowd of Diavol that were fighting against the soldiers and kicked one of the Diavol in the stomach causing him to lurch forward and kneel. In a moment of inspiration, Belmond stepped on his shoulders and leaped forward onto the head of another Diavol, causing the Diavol, not strong enough to support the mass of a large human with his head, to break his neck. Jumping from the Diavol's neck, Commander Belmond grabbed onto the wooden bridge connected to the siege tower.

"Crazy bastard."

The Lt. Commander mumbled under his breath as he watched Commander Belmond's strange tactic.

Commander Belmond climbed up and was met with three Diavol who made it up to the siege tower bridge.

"What are you looking at!"

He roared angrily as he swung his sword and cleaved the closest one in half. The two didn't waste time as they began swinging their swords. Commander Belmond shifted the sword to receive the incoming blows.

"Hah!"

He yelled as he forced the pair of Diavol back towards the wooden staircase. Suddenly he tossed his Greatsword toward them, they easily ducked and mockingly smiled at Commander Belmond who was also laughing for some reason. They looked down to see an explosive belt tied to the sword and when they looked up, Commander Belmond was already running away.

The second siege tower erupted in smoke as it snapped in half and those who were climbing the wooden staircase were killed. A massive explosion happened behind Commander Belmond as he leaped off the bridge and onto the fortress. Just as a soldier was at the mercy of a Diavol blade, the Commander landed on the Diavol with a flying knee and saved his life. Commander Belmond grabbed the back of the Diavol's head and placed his heel on the back of his neck.

Commander Belmond ripped his head off with a loud yell as the fortress wall seemed to descend into silence. He looked on as blood dripped down his face, at some point he appeared to have received a head wound, but he didn't even notice.

""""""WOOOOOOO!"""""" The Soldiers who witnessed Commander Belmond's display were spurred into action, they would make sure they survived long enough to tell this story to their Grandkids.

The Diavol remaining on the wall could do nothing as they were more or less stranded and lost morale before they were killed by the relentless soldiers.

"LET'S FINISH THESE BASTARDS AND GET A DRINK!" Commander Belmond yelled as he tossed the severed head over the wall and picked up a sword from the deceased Diavol.

""""""Commander!"""""" The Soldiers cheered as they hurriedly began returning fire onto the Diavol formation. Commander Belmond smiled as he turned to the Lt. Commander.

"Lieutenant, who were you calling a crazy bastard!" Commander Belmond chuckled as he then turned to see the Diavol temporarily retreat. They would most likely spend the rest of the day tending to the wounded and reorganize the formations, giving the soldiers in the fortress some much-needed rest.

"Commander Belmond." The Lt. Commander was in no mood to smile at the moment, he realized the Commander was pushing himself to make sure morale didn't drop. Sensing what he was going to say the Commander shook his head.

"If I didn't show I'm willing to die, how could I ask these men to lay down their lives?" Commander Belmond smiled as he placed his hand on the Lt. Commanders shoulder.

"Now let's get a fucking drink before those roaches come back!" He laughed as he went towards the fortress steps.

"Crazy bastard." The Lt. Commander shook his head before following behind him.

.....................

In the Kingdom's easternmost province, a haggard soldier charged into the Governor's office. He was the last surviving messenger, after escaping an ambush set by the Diavol by diving into frigid waters and was carried down a river, he finally made it to Greensborough. The province sitting on the eastern border.

"Hey! What happened?!" The Governor's guards ran over to help the soldier up as he was nearly collapsed from exhaustion.

"Well, let's go get something to eat at the Bluebird first and then we'll leave. Oh, I can give you the armor that was crafted for you when we get to our house, Avery."

Ira stretched his arms and walked to the lift. Avery and Harper followed close behind.

"See you later, Sammy."

He added as he waved his hand to Samantha.

"Yeah, see you later."

Samantha answered with worry. She needed to find a way to fix her temperament and be strictly professional, Carter's Handler made it look easy, so she thought of emulating him and Albrecht.

"That should work."

Samantha said under her breath as she clenched her fist with a newfound determination. She decided she would go to the library and polish up on tactics, geography, and a slew of other subjects. She wanted to think of it as her choice and ignore the ever-looming threat of death that went by the name of Avery Thynne.

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After a short meal, Ira, Avery, and Harper all stopped at the house to ready themselves, even though there was currently a crisis developing and people were dying with every minute wasted, Ira didn't seem to notice or even care. They were at the dining room table, which was filled with weapons, clothes, and armor. Harper needed to change her clothes, as she still was wearing the same black dress from before. Avery examined the pieces of armor and nodded her head, they were just as good as the Saber. Ira ate pastries while sorting his Cerberus Leather Armor set.

"I'll need to buy a set of training tights to wear under the armor, they make it easy to maneuver in."

Avery said as she organized the armor.

"Do you need some cash or did-"

Ira didn't finish as he noticed Avery had a faint grin that he instantly understood. He waved his left hand, and a couple hundred dollars worth of Gre appeared in it.

"Harper, go buy some training tights, three canteens for water, three cloaks, a small one for yourself, and some pastries."

He hurriedly shoved the money into her hand and sent her off. She nodded her head as she giggled.

"I'll be back as soon as I can."

She said, not reading the context. She left a series of bright blue afterimages behind her as she arrived at the door within seconds.

"Don't use your abilities or I'll get Lauren to train you."

Ira added on. Harper turned around and stuck her tongue out, but didn't dare use her abilities anymore.

"Dummy!"

She shouted as she shut the door. Ira turned around to see Avery's smiling face.

"She'll be back in a little over fifteen minutes you know."

He smiled.

"Then you better hurry."

Avery pushed everything off the table and let it fall onto the floor. For the first time in her life, Avery disobeyed the orders of her mother and grandmother when they urged her to show moderation. Though it seemed easy enough, in theory, she was far more "active" than Ira.

Ira teleported in front of her before lifting her onto the table. She didn't resist as she wrapped her arms and legs around him and began kissing him. And so the dining room table became used for a quick "meal."

After exactly 17 minutes Harper arrived back at the house. She was surprised to see everything so messy.

"I got everything, Ira."

She said as she looked around curiously. Ira sat in a chair with disheveled hair and ruffled clothes, while Avery sat next to him with a neat appearance.

"What happened?"

Harper asked as she looked at Ira's appearance.

"A fight."

He and Avery chuckled after looking at each other. He stood up and began picking everything up and laying it on the table again.

"Who won?"

Harper asked as she placed a basket full of items on the table. Ira smiled gloatingly at Avery as he patted Harper on the head.

"I did. Now go change."

He handed over her signature three-quarter pants, black boots, and an oversized shirt.

"Horseman!"

Harper took the clothes and ran upstairs while laughing to herself.

"Well...looks like she's not gonna let that go."

Ira shrugged his shoulders when he turned around Avery was stripped to her underwear.

"I'm definitely sure there won't be enough time."

He said. Avery didn't respond and walked closer, she reached past him and grabbed the black tights with a mocking grin.

"...Yeah, no, we should get ready."

Ira laughed as he started putting on his armor. Avery's equipped her armor quickly as it went on smoothly and shrunk to fit her physique. It quickly became a set of form-fitting armor that was both sturdy and light.

"It's light enough."

She threw a few punches and kicks as she got a feel for the weight. Ira fixed his Longsword to his waist and threw on the hooded black cloak. Avery also grabbed a black cloak and put it on after equipping her Saber. Then, Harper made her way back downstairs and grabbed her retractable staff and placed it on her belt clip, she grabbed a small black cloak and put it on. Ira waved his left hand over the rest of the supplies and stored them.

"Let's go."

Ira stepped outside followed by Avery and Harper. They walked toward the Capital teleportation array, which wasn't far from the Mercenaries Union. A pair of guards stepped forward and spoke.

"Identification."

The Guard asked somewhat politely, he heard that a Mercenary was given permission to access the teleportation array and that the person would be arriving soon. Ira waved his hand and produced his Mercenary Union card, along with his status card and the King's Entry Waiver.

"S-Sorry for the for the trouble please enter."

The Guard was shocked by the S+ rating and the even higher growth capacity.

After some vetting, by the Mages and Alchemists on site, the array was cleared for use, and once Ira, Harper, and Avery took their places it was started.

"To ensure your personal safety, please keep your eyes closed and try not to move."

The Mage politely reminded.

"3...2...1...Go!"

He signaled for activation.

A bright blue light enveloped them, as the engravings lit up, and a loud buzzing noise rang out.

.............................

They arrived in Greensborough instantly and were met with a room full of tense expressions.

"I'm glad to see you're here."

The Governor of Greensborough personally waited at the teleportation array for Ira to show up, evacuating his people on the cusp of winter was something he desperately wished to prevent. His tone was one of utter sincerity as he and the ones managing the teleportation array watched three cloaked figures appear.

Ira pulled down his hood, exposing his pitch black hair and bright yellow eyes to all before he spoke with a grin.

"Where's the fortress?"

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Commander Belmond looked into the sky and frowned. Small flurries of snow descended and the second moon was faintly visible, marking the beginning of winter. Truth be told, he didn't want to die in the winter. It was harsh and relentless, the soil would sometimes freeze so badly that the dead couldn't immediately be buried. Leaving them out without proper funeral rites could sometimes lead to undead or other malevolent spirits possessing them. So they would have to be burned. He faintly remembered the story of someone carrying the ashes of the wrong person around, or was it someone scattered the wrong ashes? In his fatigue, it all was more or less haze. What was entirely clear was the faces of his family. When he closed his eyes, they were always there. That's why he had to keep fighting.

"This is bad."

Command Belmond looked ahead with his spyglass and surveyed the scene out of range of the ballistae.

The Diavol noticed the reinforcements and threw caution to the wind. They began preparing for the final siege, they prepped Hundred of siege towers and giant metal barricades on wheels. The three giants were being readied by Mages, a separate formation of at least 1000 Mages was also prepared. The catapults and ballistae were being pushed forward, as the few people in command looked to be shouting. A Diavol sat on a white horse as he overlooked the entire thing, he suddenly looked up and toward the fortress with a smile. Commander Belmond was shocked as it seemed he could see him from that far.

"Fucking hell!"

He shouted in surprise. If his eyesight was that great, it must've meant he was at least rated S-. All of a sudden the Diavol began moving.

"Lieutenant Commander! Ready the Artillery and get someone on those fucking flares! Mages to me!"

Commander Belmond shouted as he drew his sword. He preferred his greatsword, but he lost it when he blew up the Siege Tower.

Around 50 mages climbed up the steps of the fortress and stood behind Commander Belmond.

"If you can't provide artillery, could you make a barrier?"

Commander Belmond asked.

"It won't last long enough under the fire of the catapults."

The head mage said grimly.

"Fuck. Well, get ready to release a coordinated attack on my signal."

Three flares were shot up into the sky, giving those in the fort better visibility.

"I want Archers evenly spread out behind the barricades. Where's my fucking artillery!?"

Commander Belmond yelled.

"Here sir!"

A soldier responded.

"I want Catapults loaded with explosives aimed at the enemy Mages and ballistae for the siege towers you understand?"

Commander Belmond asked.

"Yes, Sir!"

The soldier saluted and ran down the wall relaying orders.

"Get oil for the canal, but don't pour a fucking drop until they get close."

Commander Belmond shouted at another soldier.

"Sir."

Another soldier ran down the fortress steps and went under the fort to prepare.

Commander Belmond turned to look at the soldiers who stood within the fortress walls, numbering around 700.

"THESE FUCKERS WANT US TO TAKE IT LYING DOWN. IS THAT WHAT YOU ALL WANT TO DO?!"

He roared.

"""""""NO, SIR!"""""""

The men responded.

"THESE ROACHES WANT TO TAKE THE FOOD FROM YOUR WIVES, MOTHERS, SISTERS, FATHERS, AND BROTHERS. WILL YOU LET THEM?!"

"""""""NO, SIR!"""""""

"I DON'T KNOW ABOUT ALL OF YOU, BUT IF I SHOULD DIE, IT WON'T BE UNTIL I TAKE TEN OF THOSE BASTARDS WITH ME. ARE YOU GONNA DO THE SAME?!"

"""""""YES, SIR!"""""""

Commander Belmond put on his helmet and turned to see the Diavol bearing down on the fortress.

"THEN SHOW THESE RATS WHAT YOU'RE MADE OF!"

He bellowed as he manned a ballista and loaded it.

""""""""YES, SIR!"""""""

The men yelled in response and began taking their positions.

Hundreds of catapults were fired from the Diavol's side, and they bombarded the fortress, most crashed into the walls, but a few managed to smash a few men to death.

"Mages target the catapults!"

Commander Belmond shouted as he fired the ballistae at a cyclops carrying stone for the catapult.

Thuunk!

The bolt from the ballista sailed through the air and tore straight into the Cyclops' eye.

"Fireball!"

"Ice Bolt!"

"Wind Blade!"

The fifty Mages all launched spells simultaneously and returned fire on the Catapults before they could be loaded. At least a dozen catapults were destroyed, and around a hundred Diavol died.

"Get back and tell me when you all are ready for the next one."

Commander Belmond was happy at sight but knew it wasn't over.

All of a sudden the Diavol Mages emerged, close to one thousand, they all began chanting. It was far earlier than Commander Belmond expected, the catapults must've been to waste the Mage volley and give the Diavol enough time to finish their chants. Too bad he already knew the Mages were coming.

"Fire the Catapults!"

He shouted as he loaded the ballista again.

The Catapults loaded with explosives fired into the Mage formations causing loud explosions to fill the air as the unprepared Mages were ripped apart into a bloody mist, but a majority of the formations deployed multi-layered barriers. The other Mages continued chanting undeterred.

"TAKE COVER!"

Commander Belmond roared as he dived behind a makeshift barricade

A rain of fire blanketed the ramparts, searing the flesh of any and all soldiers who couldn't find appropriate cover. In that single volley, close to 200 soldiers were instantly burned alive, as the deafening screams and smell of burnt flesh filled the fort. A significant amount of artillery was destroyed, but luckily the explosives were already fired or else it would be a lot worse.

Commander Belmond coughed as he pushed the charred wood off of him. He stood up to see the damage but stumbled on half the corpse of a young soldier he had just encouraged a few minutes earlier. Ashes mixed with the flurries of snow as they slowly fell into the Western Valley Fortress. As he turned around the siege towers were all but in place.

"Commander!"

The Lt. Commander's uniform was burnt, and he had a cloth bandage wrapped around his hand.

"Yeah?"

Belmond responded as the bridges of the Siege towers were pushed outwards, in less than two minutes they would be on the walls.

"Reinforcements at the rear gate."

The Lt. Commander said with a wry smile.

"How many?"

Belmond asked as he swung his sword a few times.

"Just three, but one says he's ranked number within the Mercenaries Union."

The Lt. Commander laughed dryly.

"Well, let him in. We'll see if he's what he says."

Commander Belmond said hoarsely. In response, the Lieutenant Commander waved his arm, and the rear gate opened slowly, alarming all the Soldiers.

Creeeeeeaaak.

Three people stood in front of it.

A young teenage boy with black hair and yellow eyes, who looked more like a noble regarding attractiveness. A girl who looked to be no younger than 18, but gave off the maturity level of a woman. And finally, a small girl with light blue eyes and black and pale blue hair, along with three small black circles were on her forehead. They all wore black cloaks.

Commander Belmond was an ex-Mercenary himself and knew never to go off of looks alone if one did they usually ended up in an early grave.

"SOLDIERS! DEFEND THE RAMPARTS!"

Commander Belmond roared as he turned to focus on the Siege towers that the Diavol were beginning to pour out of.

..............................

""""""YES, SIR!"""""

Ira watched as hundreds of soldiers ran up the steps and onto the ramparts.

"Whoever kills more Diavol wins. The important ones are double."

He said as he closed his eyes and channeled his primal awareness.

"Ironheart."

Avery said, showing her agreement. A faint silver light radiated from her as her skin took on a metallic luster. Harper's six-armed phantom appeared behind her. She looked up at the moons. The two smaller circles on her head began glowing blue.

Ira opened his eyes and chuckled.

"Ladies first."

Avery took off with increased speed as she climbed the fortress steps. Harper sprinted forward faster than her normal speed and left blue afterimages, with the Lunar Force Enhancement her powers were strengthened significantly.

Ira walked forward at a slow pace. If he could use the Third Moon, they would definitely need a head start. He stored his black cloak and began walking.

..................

Harper climbed up the less active ramparts and equipped her steel baton, a blue dagger attached to a chain of similar color appeared on the end of it. She ran past soldiers engaged with Diavol as she swung the chain.

The blue chain wrapped around the necks of three different Diavol soldiers. She pulled hard, and the dagger dragged across the neck of the first, slitting his throat and finally beheading him. She pulled again even harder and the second and third Diavol soldiers instantly died in the same way. A rain of blood spilled onto Harper's face.

She began giggling as she watched Ira slowly make his way up the ramparts. She knew she had to hurry, so she used her phase shift and continued running. All the while she spun the chain easily as it shortened and extended on command. She sent her Phantom ahead of her. The phantom wielded its weapons without any mercy, and to make things worse, it's body could rotate 360 degrees. It swung the Kukris and impaled two Diavol. Without missing a step it's Halberd cut a Diavol in half while it's Greatsword and Great Axe did the same.

"AAAAIRGH!"

"EEEEAUGH!"

"HAAARGH!"

Tortured screams resounded in Harmony as the Phantom made its way across the ramparts, stunning the Soldiers and horrifying the Diavol. Harper ran through the crowds and picked off those who had the slightest lapse in attention.

She wrapped the chain around the torso of a Diavol jumping from the siege tower and pulled him down while he was mid-air.

"Come here!"

She cackled as she used the chain to slam him into the ground face first.

"Auegh!"

With a crushed nose and broken teeth, the young Diavol looked up to see a little girl with a blood covered face. Harper put her kept the chain around him as phantom blue gauntlets appeared on her hand. She walked over to the Diavol trying to crawl away. She sat on his back and raised her fist before she began to punch his skull repeatedly. He didn't even have time to scream as his head was caved in. The surrounding soldiers were speechless at the display of raw brutality.

Suddenly, she felt the connection to her phantom fade. She looked up to see a large Diavol drive a spear through it. She giggled as she stood up and wiped the blood from her face, which only smeared it. She ran forward and swung her chain.

The Diavol raised his spear and used it to catch the chain. As the phantom chain wrapped around the spear, he began pulling. Harper waved her hand, and a trio of phantom knives flew forward two landed on the armor of the Diavol Spear Wielder but didn't do much. A dozen more Diavol appeared on the wall behind him. He sneered as they all grabbed the chain and pulled Harper toward them. As they yanked her forward she jumped into the air, and the phantom chain disappeared, causing a few of them to stumble.

She twisted the staff while twirling it skillfully before she smashed it into the head of one of the closest Diavol. Instead of landing she planted a foot on his head and jumped away while spinning. Hitting two more Diavol who were standing up.

As she finally began to touch the ground, she suddenly multiplied. The Spear Wielding Diavol was shocked, but then realized it must have been fake until he watched his comrades die. They were quickly slaughtered by the numerous little girls. He began swinging wildly, he burned his lifeforce as he killed everyone one of the little girls who stood over the dead bodies of his comrades.

"Hah! Hah! Hah!"

He spun his staff as he cut, stabbed, and beat all of the girls to death. He impaled the last one on his spear and lifted her up.

"Hahahahahaha!"

She began cackling wildly to his surprise. All of a sudden he had a massive headache and closed his eyes when he opened them his spear was lodged inside of his own comrade. He looked to his left and right to see all of his fellow Diavol dead, all killed by a spear except for the three Harper murdered. He dropped the spear and fell to his knees as he looked at the bloodstained little girl who was laughing so hard tears appeared on the corner of her eyes.

Phantom arms emerged from the ground and grabbed the limbs of the distraught Diavol. The slowly began twisting his appendages off.

"NOOOOOO!"

He screamed for mercy with teary eyes as he felt the pain of his limbs breaking and being ripped off. Harper conjured a phantom knife and kneeled beside him. She raised the knife and stabbed it into one of his eyes.

"AAAAIIIIUEH!"

His amputated body flailed in resistance, but it did nothing to stop Harper. She began to enjoy the feeling of punishing people, she still could remember the torture she experienced under Glen Marbot and

the beatings the Thynne Females gave her. She wanted to exert the same power over someone else. After removing his nose, eyes, and tongue. The screams stopped. He choked on his own blood after she removed his tongue and had long since been dead. Harper stood up and wiped her bloodied hands on her shirt before bringing out her six armed phantoms. It knelt down as she climbed on its shoulders.

"Let's go! We can't let them win!"

She tapped its head. It stood up and began running towards the Diavol gathered in the distance. She conjured her phantom chain and spun it wildly as they moved. There weren't many soldiers around to witness her sadistic display of brutality, but those who did were horrified and decided to stay as far away from her as possible.

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While Harper was exploring her new found "hobby," Avery had long since been engaged in battle.

A stone flew onto the ramparts and crushed a group of ten soldiers in front of her cold eyes. She carried on as she ran to the closest Siege tower. The Soldiers were currently entangled with the ever-growing group of Diavol. Avery charged past them and leaped onto the Siege Tower Bridge. A Diavol wasted no time in drawing his sword and swinging at her. She easily dodged it as she tossed her cloak in his face. Before he could remove she already thrust the Saber into his skull. More Diavol climbed the tower, and she didn't plan on fighting so many in such close proximity. She pushed the dead body onto the steps to slow down the incoming enemies.

Avery's Saber drew a red line across the support beams of the Siege tower and caused it to slowly fall. She jumped over the bridge and back onto Ramparts. The creaking of the Siege tower paired with the vivid snapping of support beams sent panic into those inside, the Siege tower fell over and crashed into the closest one.

"Get oil on those towers!" Commander Belmond shouted.

Soldiers scrambled over fresh corpses while carrying a large barrel of oil. Commander pulled the cork off and watched as the oil covered the broken siege towers. A mage chanted and ignited the blaze. Those still in the Siege Tower panicked as the flame quickly spread. Some people jumped, and other could only be burned by flames.

"Payback!" Commander Belmond spat over the wall before turning to Avery.

"Nice job-" He stopped speaking halfway since she was already gone. He could see a silver silhouette in the distance slaughtering the Diavol. If an elite soldier didn't appear soon, they would continue to be killed.

"Where are my fucking Archers?" Commander Belmond asked as the horde of Diavol grew by the minute. Below he could see Cyclopes throwing hooks onto the drawbridge and pulling.

"...Most of them are dead or too injured to fight, Sir." A soldier responded as he watched the fiery Siege towers fall to the ground.

"Damn it!" Belmond cursed as he turned to see the yellow-eyed boy just arriving on the ramparts.

"Hey! You mind helping?!"

Belmond barked. To the yellow- no his appeared to be red now.

....................

"Hey! You mind helping?!" Commander Belmond barked.

Ira looked at him and shrugged. As he channeled the force of the Third Moon into his body, his senses sharpened unbelievably. Last time he tried to forcibly sharpen his senses it caused a bit of recoil leading to him bleeding, but now it seemed much easier and stronger than before.

"Get down!" Belmond shouted as he and his Soldiers laid down.

A ballista bolt came flying toward them. Ira reached out his hands, and before anyone could warn him to stop playing around, he caught it.

The heavy bolt made a loud sound as its acceleration was instantly stopped the tip of the bolt was only an inch from Ira's face. He held the bolt and scanned the crowd of invaders. He soon locked onto a pair of Diavol one a white horse next to an older Diavol on a black horse, they were busy talking and didn't seem to notice what just happened. Ira flipped the bolt and held it like a Javelin, he took a few steps back and then ran forward and threw it, while altering the gravity causing it to accelerate faster than normal eyes could track.

It tore through the air and instantly bore into the Diavol on the black horse, before continuing into the ground and kicking up a large cloud of dust.

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30 seconds earlier.

"Father, the Fortress is already ours, and once we have it, we can begin our campaign deeper in."

A young Diavol, about the age of 26, sat on a majestic white horse as he conversed with a man who looked similar to him but was older.

"Yes, but war is a terrible thing. You can't always look for violent solutions to solve problems, are we so far gone we can't seek cooperation with humans?"

The Older Diavol asked as he caressed his black horse. He was one of the few people who was against taking the fortress, but as his son was a hot-blooded youth, he decided to follow him along and protect him.

"Father, the humans, will never cooperate with us, they don't even recognize us as a Republic."

The younger Diavol angrily said.

"Listen, After we take this fortress I will propose a peace treaty to the council, and then we can stop-"

The young Diavol couldn't even comprehend what happened and as he fell off his horse, dust flew into the air along with a warm liquid that covered his face, when the explosion happened, something fell into his mouth that had the texture of raw meat, and in his haste, he accidentally swallowed it.

The sound of something between a solid and a liquid hit the ground around him. The battlefield descended into silence as they heard the loud sound, even the Cyclopes stopped pulling the bridge was already halfway down, the sound of metal creaking filled the dead air as the bridge began to fall. All eyes turned to the source of the disruption only to see dust clearing.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

The young Diavol crawled backward but his hand squished something, he looked at it only to see a familiar eyeball.

"F...Fa...Father..."

He was still in shock as he remembered the thing he accidentally swallowed. He threw up onto his dust covered armor and continued to do so until there was nothing left for him to throw up. He wiped his mouth and looked up with hate in his eyes. With his advanced eyesight, he could see a boy with yellow eyes smiling at him tauntingly. He stood up and began speaking as he looked for his bow.

"Kill them!" Upon hearing him, the Diavol Soldiers stirred.

"Mages!" He spat out venomously.

"I command all you mages to use the Hydra Formation for the glory of the Republic!" He shouted harshly as he picked up his bow and arrows.

"Sir I don't think we should-" The Diavol who began talking was interrupted by an arrow that tore into his skull.

"Anyone else? Mages, you will be heavily rewarded as long as you can destroy part of that wall!" The young Diavol added.

The Mages reluctantly assembled together, the Diavol had an experimental formation that all the Mages cast together at once for a truly devastating spell.

The problem was the backlash was too significant, the most minor were chronic headaches when used with 50 Diavol. Next was temporary blindness or hallucinations when used with 100 Diavol. The last was Insanity when used with 300 Diavol. The Mages formed into 6 groups and began chanting. The effects of using it with close to 1000 Mages were unknown, in fact, the backlash was known by individuals with a high ranking in the Republic, to everyone else it was classified. Mages were told to only use it in emergencies, needless to say, this was their first time using it. The young Diavol knew that most of the Mages might die, but he continued on as he was blinded by the thought of revenge.

.........................

Ira watched the young Diavol scramble and felt something odd from the Mages that assembled. He walked along the quiet ramparts and until he saw Avery in the distance, he focused on his bloodline and called Harper to him. He felt it would be best if they grouped up while the-

All of a sudden turned to look at the Mages, he could feel the subtle shift in the flow of the air as his instincts called out in alarm.

The Mages began glowing as the formation took shape, the air rippled above their heads and as they finished the chant and a powerful magic was activated. A torrent of energy faster moved faster than anyone, including Ira, could notice.

"What the hell was that?"

Commander Belmond asked as he looked at the Mages that collapsed one by one.

Before anyone could answer, large white orbs bombarded the wall and destroyed Siege Towers and the Ramparts alike. People fell off the wall or were hit by orbs and died. The Five Hundred defending Soldiers had their numbers instantly cut into a less than a fifteenth of that. The wall began crumbling, as even the reinforced stone was no match. Ira looked over to see Avery running towards him.

A white orb exploded near her and sent debris and bodies flying. Ira couldn't describe what he felt. He just wanted to get to her. He could see her body falling over the side of the wall where the Diavol were. His perception slowed to a crawl as a result of his kinetic vision. Everything moved far slower than before. He channeled the Lunar Force as the Gravity around him began changing. He slammed his hand into the ground to get a grip and after he pressed his legs against the stone, he lunged forth.

A large shock occurred as he leaped forward at an incomprehensible speed. His clothes incinerated instantly along with his flesh due to the friction, but it repaired at a rate faster than it was destroyed. He raised his foot up as it became covered in black mist and slammed it into the fortress wall to slow himself. He slowed down and caught Avery as he wrapped his arms around her and spun as they both plummeted toward the ground below.

Before they hit the ground, he altered the gravity around her while he took the impact. He crashed into the ground as she lightly floated down a few seconds after him.

Ira's was currently unrecognizable, the flesh covering his whole body was completely melted, his limbs were gone, his bones were shattered, as his organs were failing, but his melted face warped into an ugly smile. Ira couldn't hear, couldn't see, and couldn't smell anything, but he could feel her heart beating. His senses began to return, and his body healed very slowly. He turned to look at Avery who was unconscious, blood completely covered her face. There were multiple wounds inside her abdomen, the debris from the blast of the white orb managed to pierce her armor and cause internal bleeding.

"Look at what they did to you." Ira raised his broken arm and touched her face.

"Look at what they did to you." His hands trembled violently.

"Look at what they did to you." His voice was full of hatred.

"Look...at...what...they...did...to...you..." He spoke through clenched teeth, that began cracking under the immense pressure he put on them. The warm blood from her wounds slowly dripped onto him and only furthered his anger.

Slowly the sky began to darken, but no one noticed. If anyone looked up, they would see a black circle floating 200,000 miles above them. It silently expanded and could only be called foreboding.

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The young Diavol was shocked by the pure destructive power of the Hydra Formation, he looked at the lifeless bodies of 1000 Mages and said nothing. His eyes turned to where he saw a body land amidst the debris of the Fortress. He was sure it was the boy who killed his Father earlier.

Before he could send any orders, the Giants and Cyclopes all crouched down to show submissiveness. This caused everyone to feel puzzled until a voice shed some light.

"Gods. Have Mercy."

"What the hell is that?"

"Look at it!"

The Diavol dropped their weapons and began praying as they looked at the black circle that appeared in the sky. It was 4000 miles wide and continued to expand. A small red dot was easily spotted in the center of the black square. It appeared to also to be growing. The phenomenon was seen all over the continent causing mass panic.

An enormous red moon, bigger than Ulta Minor and Ulta Major combined appeared in the sky surrounded by a black circle. It was even more apparent by the lack of stars around it and the fact it dwarfed the other two moons.

A red hue shined onto the Eastern Valley and only the Eastern Valley. The ground began rumbling so fiercely no one could manage to stand. Even the Giants and Cyclopes weren't immune as they began to cry out.

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Ira laid Avery's head gently on his folded cloak and began stumbling toward the Diavol. A black mist seemed to crawl out of his pores and surround him like hair. He fell to one knee as the mist completely consumed him. Then it took the shape of a large black heart, which beat with a steady rhythm. Mist poured from it as it grew into an indistinct shape, six limb-like appendages sprouted, and a head shape emerged. Two small red circles formed on the head as the creature stood up. The black mist rapidly spread until the creature took the form of a giant black wolf with large red eyes. The mist finally slowed as the Wolf solidified into a corporeal being standing at around 50 feet. It stood silently as it looked into the distance.