Again, that dream again. Time had practically lost all meaning for her.
She watched her illusions holding no weight before that enemy.
That enemy, whose malice seemed to stretch from the depths of hell to the heights of heaven, one that expressed a will to dye the world in despair.
The enemy who had spat in the face of her desperation, who had not even bothered to look at her twice.
Those last moments refused to leave her head, and it hurt. She hated the pain.
That pain had turned into the red of anger. Every time those final moments replayed, she felt those emotions vividly and the red became deeper and deeper. Her ego had begun to fracture under the weight of it, but she could not care less. The rage only built up greater and greater and greater, and she had not a shred of intention of letting the river of it slow down.
The nightmare replayed again.
Ruby.
Again. Again. Again.
Scarlet.
Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again.
Rose.
Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again.
Crimson.
Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again.
Carmine.
Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again.
Burgundy.
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Blood-red.
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‘First Circle - Green Flare’
The wind whistled furiously in their ears. This high up in the clouds, it was all Evan and anyone in the mage unit could hear. They thus resorted to the Sixth Circle - Short-range Telepathy. Squinting over the back of the almost leviathan-sized wyrm with a gryphon's face only barely let them see the ground.
They saw a U of tens of kilometres shape cleared from the forest, and all vegetation within cleared as well, leaving a vacant clearing. In front of the U shape was a wall of earth where monsters clamored to cross over, and even beyond that was Maruta Hill. Just a day ago, monsters were being shot down from the top of the wall before they could cross a certain height, but now, those positions were vacant, and the occasional monster jumped through, only to get sniped at.
‘First Circle - Green Flare’
“Green flare from forward rear. Assassin unit in position.”
Evan’s report reverberated in Noah’s head.
‘First Circle - Green Flare!’
“Green flare from Alpha zone. Traps and trap unit of left in position.”
‘First Circle - Green Flare’
“Green flare from Omega zone. Traps and trap unit of right in position.”
“...”
“Report rescue unit.”
“...No signal yet.”
“Hold.”
Evan and the mages waited.
‘First Circle - Green Flare!’
“Green flare from extreme rear. Rescue unit in position.”
“Draven. Are Lirael, Seraphina, and Elara with the twenty members of the mage unit all with us up here?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Ready.”
‘First Circle - Thunderclap!’
Draven released the spell at Noah’s approval, signaling their presence high up in the skies to the others.
“All units are in position. Draven.”
“Yes, sir!”
‘First Circle - Thunderclap!’
At the sound of the second thunderclap, a team of no more than fifty on the backs of bicorns, the dark skinned relatives of unicorns with two horns, spearheaded by Ariel, emerged from behind the extreme rear and sprinted to the wall, then split into smaller groups of ten and dispersed the five teams evenly along the wall that stretched far as the eyes could see for over fifty kilometres. The five teams were in a gentle ‘V’ formation, the tail of the ‘V’ facing the wall.
Ariel, spear in one hand, reached into a small compartment on the side of her belt, withdrew one of Evan’s spell stones with the other arm, and infused it with mana, tossing it in the air as she did.
‘First Circle - Green Flare!’
In moments, the spell stone imploded above her, scattering the dust of the imploded rock and releasing a green flare as it did.
Although she could have cast that spell by herself even without a spell stone, much like other warrior types, she did not carry a wand with her, and wished to avoid any physical strain that came with casting without using a wand before a fight, regardless of the fact that the spell strain would have been minimal due to the simplicity of the spell.
“Cavalry unit in position.”
The whistling of the wind seemed to die down in Noah’s ears.
It was always calm before the storm.
A god crinkled its eyes in amusement. Another closed hers.
Somewhere far, far north of Maruta Hill, four Heroes looked over a cliff at a warzone beneath a stormy sky, and the Hero at the front, with his distinctive white hair flapping on the wind in contrast to the other three with black or brown hair, grinned venomously.
‘Second Circle - Earth Pit!’
At five locations, five of Noah's slimes sacrificed themselves as they forcefully expended all their mana. Gate-sized entrances the size of fortresses opened up at the earthen wall, as the earth occupying it sank into the ground.
Monsters exploded through the five gates, awaited by five cavalry units.
The orange sun kissed the hill peak.