Then came a slam. The cities gates opened. Dusted floated around the gate as it slammed hard. A huge silhouette could be seen on the cloud of dust.
Kolp peered on the gate, infuriated. Opening the gate in this kind of situation may result in a melee combat at the get go. Which in turn may incur more casualties.
‘The plan is to defend the castle using range attacks! Who is this bastard...’ Kolp turned towards the guard, “Closed the gate! Now!”
“B-but...”
Kolp had a bad premonition, “... What happened?”
“H-he destroyed the gate! Sir!”
The veins on Kolps temple bulged. Staring and scolding the guard won’t help the situation at hand, but he can’t help it for him to stare daggers at the guard. If his stare could melt, the guard would be now a small puddle of his own remains. As he kept staring, he ordered, “Assemble the melee combats in front of the gate!”
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Dragging his big ass cart, Paul stride forward. The gates hang ajar on their hinges, he broke something again. But compared to before he could control his power, this is only a small thing. Even moving forward, his Mana kept on draining.
The dust dispersed, on the horizon stood the Horde. His eyes narrowed, and a mocking smile plastered on his face. This is just the right fight for him. A physically oriented beings are not a well match for his powers.
‘This is going to be a piece of cake. Time for you folks to show your worth.’
Paul with a dramatic wave, the ropes tied and cloth covering the cart unfurled by its own. What’s inside the cart, is a miniature castle.
‘Cart Boost!’
Paul whispered and felt an insignificant drain of Mana. The whole cart with the castle on it lit up. Paul stepped back, and pointed forward. “Go!” The cart burst into speed in seconds venturing forth into battle. The miniature castles gates swirled, as mini people jumped and enlarged in seconds. Not a minute later the area around the cart stood a hundred people, but more are still coming out. There are warriors in armor, archers in leather, mages in robes and staff, even priests could be seen. After that a flag unfurled.
Paul just stood and crossed his arms. “My job is done.”
“Oh really?” Kolp shadowed Paul who stood behind him. A shiver engulfed Paul. “Ha-ha! My best friend Kol... OW! What’s that for?!”
Kolp just chopped Paul’s head, “That’s for breaking my gate you dimwit!”
Paul rubbed his head, ‘That hurt.’ Kolp raised his hand again, then drop another chop on Paul. Paul was ready by then, as he pulled on to his Mana. The distance between the two increased by an arm's length. Kolp just stared at him with a frowned, “We’ll talk later,” then turned back to the guilds and guards standing behind the gate.
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Mic and Asmo followed Alche as they went inside the library. On the first floor is a circular room with bookshelves on the walls and an open space in the center. There are two stairs on the left and right leading to the second floor.
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“... The left staircase leads to more books. We go to the right where the communications are linked.”
Mic noticed a symbol on the center of the circular room. There is an odd feeling inside of him as he saw the symbol. It felt, familiar. The symbol depicts a 5 horned crown with the middle much longer than the others. Each of which has a different kind of gem embedded on it. A silhouette wore it with its flame like hair and burning eyes.
“Come on Mic!” Asmo’s shout wake Mic up and hurried towards the right stairs. Mic felt a familiar warmth as he stared at the symbol. But he buried it for later. The situation at hand is much more dire as what he is feeling at the moment.
Alche opened the only door of the libraries right wing and unto another circular room but on a much smaller size. Before Mic stepped inside, he could already hear a crowd of people whispering inside the room. People covered in hoods from head to toe had an orb, a mirror, a ring and different kinds of items in front of them, whispering.
Mic leaned in to Alche, “What are they doing?”
“... They are communicating to their respective organizations.”
“Communicating? Thru that? And what do you mean Organizations?”
“Yes. And yes.” Answering two questions, Alche then ended the conversation as he quickly but quietly moved to the center.
Mic clearly had many questions in mind. Curiously looking at each hooded people. ‘There is one talking to a... bird? There is one talking to a mouse! That one is a bee! Wait? That is a mosquito!’ Mic’s eyes wondered around the room.
Asmo pushed Mic forward, “Mic! I think eavesdropping on this people is not a good idea!” Asmo whispered strongly to Mic as he gestured with his eyes to some people.
Mic looked at where Asmo gestured to and saw clear annoyance on some of the hooded people's faces. He may not see their eyes clearly but with that mouth of their hanging grimly, Mic think they are annoyed.
“Let’s go,” Asmo urged.
On the center of the room stood a table with a floating orb on top of it. Next to it stood Alche’s mother, the head librarian, Leah. With a stern look as always, blonde hair and thick glasses that Alche inherited, wearing a black robe. Which is kinda odd as Mic would say. Jop is wearing white while Leah black? Well there is nothing wrong to it, just that both are wearing the opposite of each.
Leah is also wearing a bracelet that he held high to whisper to. Alche stood on the side, looking at the floating orb. Looking at Alche, Mic knew that he must not disturb him at all. This is the time Alche is on full on serious mode. Bulls and craps aside. And Mic clearly know to not mess with him at this state.
On his side Asmo stood. Asmo also looked at the orb with an intense gaze. Mic remembered two years ago, the first time the three of them met. As he was on his delivery errands. He saw in one alley; one kid is getting beat up. “Hey!” Mic shouted, gaining the assaulters attention. Two of which Mic tackled, but got beaten by himself after that. The kid getting beat up was Asmo and now the two of them is on the ground, covering their heads, curled their knees to their stomach, being kicked around by five older kids. It was then when he saw Asmo not making a sound, and the intense gaze he gave the assaulters.
“Hey!” Mic heard someone calling on the other end of the street, with thick glasses and stern look. That is the first time he saw Alche. The smartass kid called the guards, who then apprehended the assaulters, rescuing Mic and Asmo.
“... Heh, how stupid of you tackling after getting their attentions.” Alche mocked Mic.
Despite the pain and bruises on him, Mic answered back, “Well you also called out to them.”
“... I had back up stupid.” A vein popped on Mic’s head. Mic was called stupid twiced, which made him to jump at Alche. Asmo on the other hand just sat there, looking at the two who helped him. Asmo smirked, seemingly amused on what’s happening between his rescuers, and climbed up trying to separate the two, but Mic unintentionally planted an elbow on his abdomen which made Asmo curl his body and head down. “Oh! I am sorry,” Mic apologized after. Asmo looked up at him with a wide grin, “Well, it is on!” Then Asmo entered the two’s quarrel.
That is how he met the two. How the friendship between the three of them started with rescuing and having a fight together.
Glancing at the orb himself, Mic saw the battle ongoing outside the City's outskirts were projected. Different kinds of mana swirled on top of the Guilds and guards, bombarding the Horde. Roaring and grunting, swords clashing, shields banging, arrows taut and shoot, and a... a cart?!