Hey folks! I'm here with your daily chapter fix! So, I looked at the polls, the winner is...DUN DUN DUN!...Rage letting loose the power hidden in his bloodline. You all get to see what that voice in his head was at the end of the siege! It's gonna be fun, haha.

I will also not be doing a single POV change for the remainder of volume one. I might do multiple in chapter 30, as it is the very end of volume one, but until then it is pure Rage. I hope you enjoy this fact, if not I am sorry.

Alright though, it's the final countdown. Five more chapter, including this one, until the end of volume one. Have you enjoyed the ride so far? I know I have. I can hardly wait to start Volume two, when we get into the main plot, and secrets are revealed. Hehehe. 

But on with the show! Enjoy the defenders last desperate struggle to survive, see what the Panther has taken, who will live, who will die? Find out in the following episodes of DRAGO....Wrong show, haha. But here you go my lovelies, enjoy.

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Rage

I surveyed the ground beneath the third and final wall before the keep. I saw hundreds of beast men parish to the steel spire traps Forge had created, and activated the triggers as we retreated from the second wall.

I had been forced to give it up a day sooner than I expected, and now....this. All before me were the thousands upon thousands of beast men who wanted to crush this fort into nothingness. To defend, there were myself and my twenty-eight Berserkers, the thirty Red Guard, only fourteen were still able to fight, and around five hundred cats. Three hundred of them were armed with bows, and were currently firing nonstop into the mass of enemies below, but we could never see those that fell; they were swallowed by the sheer numbers.

But fire they did, on the brightside, assuming we could keep them off the walls, we had enough arrows to last months. I'd stalk piled them with this scenario in mind. It wouldn't matter though, if they broke through the defenders. I'd consolidated the majority of my people near the gate. The enemy wanted it open, and threw their most experienced and deadly soldiers at us. 

Around me were several bodies that had chunks of their bodies missing, literal chunks. Such as an entire side just below the rips that allowed organs to fall to the ground in a sticky, steaming pile of gore, or limbs severed without the signs of tear, or slicing. The reason of course, was my aura. I had begun to use my void essence to stem the tide, and cut down the strongest I could. I cursed myself for not training it more, I would be able to hold this for four hours, if that, without rest. any longer and it would begin to feed upon my own body. Such was the double edged sword of the void.

It didn't matter however, grasping the massive skull of a bear who had reached the top of the gate, his head melted and turned to a grey dust before the huge body fell to the side to join the rest.

The enemy that breached the wall and saw this threw themselves instead at the others of my kind, thinking them less dangerous. I saw Forge use his blades along his shield to slice through someone, and Hydra on the furthest flank whipping his sword about, and causing the three whip like serrated blades it turned into when used, into carnage causing weapons of destruction. Chunks of flesh and bone were flying in all directions. Hate was cutting down everything before her, periodically gathering enough of her wind essence to send a large blade into the mass below and cause widespread panic. 

Anvil simply crushed everything in his path with his maces. Bitter, Cruelty, and Curse were busy further along the lines defending the medical tents which were being targeted. The Red Guard unable to fight in the defense along the wall, but were able to walk aiding them as best they could.

Death, Screams, blood; it all surrounded me creating a symphony of pure bliss. This was living for my kind. I bared my fangs, and head butted a wolf that had reached me before pushing my hand through his chest as he fell back, an ever growing hole left in my wake as the void aura ate through his flesh and he slid from my arm like paper against a sharp blade.

I looked down the left portion of the wall, parts were beginning to cave under the weight of numbers, we couldn't keep up with the ladders reaching the walls edge. There were too many, and they had begun using weighted projectiles to increase the difficulty of removing them.

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Growling, I told Anvil to rush and plug the holes with two other Berserkers. 

The wall wouldn't last, I we would need to use the spike wall once again. I roared for Forge to unleash it, and no sooner had I said that I was met with the screams of hundreds of voices as they were impaled, it wasn't as widespread or damaging as the second wall though, that was how sheer the body count on the ladders breathing the wall was. The spikes destroyed several ladders at least, but at most only a few thousand fell to the assault.

I cursed, I'd waited to long, and this time they were not pulling back. They just took the losses, and charged forth with reckless abandon toward the wall, using the ladders that were not destroyed, throwing bodies that were stuck to the ground, and adding new ones. 

They had no intention of being stopped. I roared in sudden pain as a sword managed to pierce my shoulder, it was turned to dust shortly after thanks to my aura, but it still hurt. I dispatched the enemy who caused it, and tried to think of what to do, the melee had become so thick everywhere no one could see, my archers had thrown their bows down and had entered the fray with spears and swords themselves.

Then I heard a grating sound, Metal being forced open, my eyes widened, and I looked down at the ramp leading to the gate, an enemy had managed to get behind us, a Panther. No, no, NO! I jumped down, Forge took my place after he saw what I was doing.

I dispatched the fucking Panther, and rushed to force the portcullis to go back down, but it was too late. The doors were blown open, I took a portion of wood in my stomach and it sent me back a foot or so. The fucking doors were still wooden! God damnit, I missed such a small thing. 

Figures rushed forward through the dust caused from portions of the door actually being turned to small particles from the force used to shatter it. Bears, dozens of bears. They were larger than the ones breaching the wall by ladder. Grizzly strain, was my immediate thought as I smashed one gargantuan head into the stone wall that went along the ramp up. 

I spun, and fought and killed as best as I could. I'd reached my limit with the void essence, I could feel parts of my skin being eaten so I had to cancel it. It made the fight harder. I gave in to my rage, allowed it to devour my mind and allow me to ignore my pain. I felt the stabs of there weapons, a kind of glaive, as well as the crushing force behind one that wielded a war hammer. 

My bones were being broken, I ignored it in my rage, instead I roared with each strike and killed them all as they came, each meeting my roar with one of their own, battle crazed as I was. 

I just kept killing them, never moving an inch back, forcing myself against the tide. Above I heard the roars of other Berserkers losing themselves to their rage shortly after I had. I was there direction, there primary focal point. When I lost it, they knew and joined in without question.

It slipped through my mind like water over rocks however, there, but not a part of my thinking process; which was focused purely on killing. 

That's when I saw Uram, I believe it was Uram at least. He was screaming at me, and something was in his hands. I caught a flash of white with black stripes, platinum blond hair so light it could be white, and fear filled blue eyes, as well as a more mature figure held by another, but my eyes were set on the limp form of Saphira...Then everything went black, a voice screaming inside my head...*CALL MY NAME!* I knew the voice, didn't matter. Did not MATTER. My voice did not work, so I screamed in my mind 'Behemoth!"......

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Alright folks! I know this chapter is short, I am so sorry! Sorry as well for the cliffhanger, but this was written somewhat quickly, and I am currently at work dealing with matters but I wished to release a chapter showing things progress. The siege ends in the next chapter, is Saphiria alive, or is her face frozen in the fear she felt when killed? Find out in the next release tomorrow, or later tonight if things calm down.

See the legacy of the Blood Fathers Bloodline brought to it's awakening, the blood familiar, unique to the Blood Fathers direct descendants, not those created through unique means that brough the species back. You'll like this, Rage completely loses his shit. 

Again, I am sorry for the shortness, but much love, and cookies. As always, please; Rate, Follow, Comment, Favorite. I hope I see you later tonight with the siege end, but I cannot promise it. I do promise it will be between tonight or tomorrow.