The tide was shifting. All throughout the battlefield, powerful figures moved to stop the spreading flames. The dark inferno which had so terribly threatened the gathered armies— that had consumed thousands of lives— was finally being pushed back.
Kaitlin Darkhlem, Commander of the Vaun Qieur Empire’s Swordsguard Forces, led this charge. She leapt straight into the darkness and sheared through the veil. She’d thrown herself into the ocean and she still fought on. She wouldn’t let its depraved touch reach Alyras, so she cut it down and hindered its progress.
But if that was it, it wouldn’t have been enough. This was the Grand Skill of a [Jinn]. One that was so powerful it even rivaled an Elite Ranked adventurer in strength— before taking on this greater form. Even with Kaitlin Darkhlem alone at the front, the black flames would rage on. It wouldn’t be stymied.
That was why two other individuals joined in. Or, rather, two individuals and their dozens of clones. Salvos and Orgaf. The Liberator of the Plaguelands and the Thief of the Golden Scale. They charged in after Kaitlin Darkhlem, using their iridescent flames and their shadows to assuage the dark inferno. To help push the [Jinn] back.
It was working. The black flames focused only on Kaitlin and Salvos and Orgaf because they posed a real threat to it. Because they didn’t simply burn to ashes when its fiery tendril reached down and touched them. No— they snuffed out the dark inferno, putting a halt to its expansion, and even shrinking it to a certain degree.
undefinedNow, the gathered armies could press forward. Now they could fight back. The soldiers and guards and adventurers were emboldened. Not just by this performance by the three leading the charge, but by a fourth person.
A [Hero].
Daniel Song from Earth A1. He shouted, and the armies outside of Alyras listened. They saw the pure white aura wisping off him— they heard the whispers being quickly spread throughout their numbers. A [Hero] was in their midst, and he wielded the Sword of Alexander.
Each swing of his blade lit up the morning sky. Even from afar, it struck the dark inferno. His slashes hurt the [Jinn]. And when the weary soldiers and adventurers around the city saw the young man with black hair and an ornate longsword slicing through the battlefield as a blurred figure quickly moved behind him and shadowed him, they rallied to him.
It was a sight to see. Truly. And all Edithe Dawnrise could do was just watch as it played out. The red-haired woman stood with Hadrian as the roaring of battle continued— as thousands of figures moved ahead, combining their magic and Skills and strength to assail the dark flames.
“It’s like we don’t even need to do anything…”
Edithe muttered to herself. Hadrian shook his head.
“Do you think they’ll be enough to win?”
The redhead hesitated. The answer itself was obvious— it was an army with some of the best fighters from the Human lands against a single Demon. The real problem came from the casualties that could be incurred. And that was the main crux of Hadrian’s question.
“I don’t know. But I just know that that [Jinn] has to be defeated soon.”
“Right.”
Hadrian nodded.
“If we—”
He started, before pausing. The man’s eyes narrowed as he cast his gaze ahead of the city’s crumbling walls. He leaned forward as Edithe looked at what he saw.
“Is that…?”
Hadrian trailed off. And Edithe saw it too. Amidst the fighting— amongst the armies charging into battle— was a familiar group of adventurers. Ones which Edithe knew very well. She said their name as she turned to meet Hadrian’s gaze.
“The Valiant Dreamers.”
Her company. Their company. The company which Hadrian himself led. He looked at Edithe and they nodded at each other.
“Come on, let’s go.”
And they headed out.
They rushed to join the fighting. Edithe ran past dozens— hundreds, even— of injured soldiers and adventurers. Those that had been hurt from the fighting. Xyren the Ranger of Zelios stayed back and protected them, loosing arrow after arrow into the distance as he commandeered the defensive forces. He looked up as a blast of fire and ice shot out, turning to face the passing redhead.
[Frostflame Vortex]. She pointed with her staff and unleashed her magic. It was a spiraling cone of red and white— a massive blast that slowly faded away the closer it got to the center of the dark inferno. She gritted her teeth. She knew it wouldn’t do much, but still she tried.
Edithe dashed forward as Xyren gave her an approving nod. Hadrian was close behind her. But the [Warrior] was still injured from earlier. He wasn’t as fast as she was. They waded through the hordes of soldiers that were clumped up towards the back— the lower-leveled [Warriors] and the [Rogues] who were very much helpless against the [Jinn]’s Grand Skill.
She darted around a woman stumbling back, nearly falling into the redhead. Edithe ran past a man, knelt down and frozen in fear. And as she passed a cluster of [Mages] pooling in their magic to form a barrier that covered dozens of feet— like a sheet of ice— she bumped into a man scrambling back.
At first, she didn’t recognize him. Edithe staggered back and shook her head and said a quick apology.
“Sorry—”
And she paused. For a moment, she stared at Jake. The leader of the True Valiants Company. She halted mid-step, looking at him as he cursed and turned back to face her.
“You—”
He glared up at her as he picked himself up. Hadrian paused behind Edithe, blinking.
“Jake.”
The leader of the Valiant Dreamers Company addressed the leader of the True Valiants Company. Jake himself blinked a few times. Then he scowled and pointed accusingly at Hadrian.
“You bastards. I knew it! You cowards weren’t even—”
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