Chapter 95: Demi-Divine 4
Elania touched down on the roof of the Neftasu District Tower with Yolani at her side.
The defense turret fired relentlessly into the sky, its thunderous barrage assaulting the enemy airships circling the island.
Elania turned to Yolani, concern etched on her face. “Are you alright?”
Yolani nodded, her expression resolute. “I’m fine.”
Elania bit her lip and nodded. If she said she was fine, then second guessing that wasn’t called for.
“I’m going to go check on the battlefield,” Elania replied. She strode to the edge of the roof, surveying the scene below.
The route leading to the district square was a scorched wasteland, charred black and devoid of life. The remains of an enemy invasion barge lay crumpled in the distance. Groups of guards trudged towards the tower, seeking respite and healing.
The allied airships were decimating the enemy ground forces. Scanning the horizon, she spotted Elysia soaring near the edge of her district’s arcane barriers, hurling green bolts at the Monevoian ships.
Back toward the central spire, Silvers were flying out to engage enemy soldiers and Golds across various battlefronts.
It seemed the tide had turned in Contia’s favor.
Elania jumped up into the air while retrieving her telescope. A quick check on the civilian bunkers revealed that the layered defenses held strong. It didn’t appear that any of them had been breached or even reached by the enemy forces.
Monevoia’s attempt to annihilate the followers of Contia’s demi-divine had failed.
Her eyes narrowed as she spotted the enemy flagship.
It hung back, facing the city, its arsenal of long-range artillery unleashing a barrage of magical projectiles at Contia’s barriers. Despite the deluge, the city’s defenses held resolute.
Lowering her telescope, Elania tucked it back into her bag. She looked up at the sky. The sun was setting.
Almost as if angered by the thought, the sun began to flare, forcing her to shield her eyes. Heat beat down upon her. Her skin began to itch—she was being cooked.
Flaring her [Demonic Aura], she created an air bubble around herself, but that did nothing to stop the searing light from scorching her skin.
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Below, spots of the city began to smoke, and people ran for cover and shade. Elania’s heart skipped a beat as she searched for Yolani on the roof, relief washing over her when she saw her sheltered behind a conjured stone wall.
Those caught in the open weren’t as fortunate. People and corpses in the harsh light burst into flames—along with everything else.
A swirl of clouds rose from beneath Contia, spinning rapidly under the force of a strong wind. They formed a mushroom cloud above the city, spreading out and blocking the sun.
Elania blinked. The attack from the sun had to be the work of the Sun Emperor, and Contia’s engine countered the attack.
Elania descended towards the roof, her gaze drawn to the injured that had found cover. She spread out her [Demonic Aura] as wide as it would go and then applied [Divine Mending] in a golden wave.
Small fires were snuffed out, and the injuries began to heal slowly. It wasn’t much healing, but it was enough for those below to continue toward safety.
As her feet touched the ground, a brilliant flare of gold erupted from the enemy flagship.
She squinted against the intense light.
A golden figure ascended, its radiance nearly blinding.
There was only one viable conclusion—it was the Sun Emperor himself.
A golden orb materialized beside him, growing rapidly until it became a miniature sun. The heat emanating from it washed over her, its intensity palpable even from a distance.
He launched it toward Contia.
It collided with the city’s arcane barrier, which flared a deep, vibrant blue, momentarily blocking out the light like a pair of sunglasses.
The barrier pulsed violently, shifting from blue to orange, then to an alarming red. Spiderweb cracks began to spread across its surface. It was going to shatter.
She needed to protect the district somehow. No one else was capable—Arlois and the others would have their hands full already.
Drawing deeply upon her [Divine Power], she focused on infusing it into her [Demonic Aura]. Forcing the aura to solidify and harden into a shell came next. A secondary shell of protection formed.
The air crackled with energy as she forced it to expand into a shimmering, protective dome that surrounded the entire Neftasu District island.
It was just in time.
Contia’s barrier shattered, the yellow plasma washing over the city scorching everything in its path.
A searing wind slammed into her own barrier, the force transferring into her and almost knocking her off her feet.
She braced herself, hands outstretched, as the roar of incoming energy drowned out all other sounds.
It was like the sun itself had descended on them. She filtered the pressure away, absorbing it, but it felt like a giant was pressing down on her with a thumb.
Yolani’s presence registered behind her, her lover’s hands grasping her shoulders, shouting something lost in the chaos.
She couldn’t respond. Losing focus on the barrier would kill them all.
Similar barriers rose across Contia, one for each of the Four Towers, and the plasma flames surged through the gaps between the colored defensive spheres.
The purple barrier erupting from the central spire grew in size, its energy pulsing with outrage. It raced down the expanding plasma cloud, consuming it like a ravenous wave, devouring the destructive force.
After a minute of raging energy forces, the plasma was consumed.
But it had left devastation in its wake.
Everything outside the barriers, anything that wasn’t secured underground or inside a vault, was torched.
Small fires continued to burn across the island’s landscape.
Elania frowned, worry etched on her face as she surveyed the destruction.
Movement near the central spire caught her attention.
Two massive purple wings, far larger than normal and shimmering with energy, erupted from the figure’s back.
Arlois soared toward their foe.