Screams of pain and agony resounded across the wheat fields that would never be harvested. Their once golden-brown color was now covered in the crimson of red fresh blood, and a nauseating stench of decomposing bodies and coppery iron lingered on the corpse-strewn battlefield.
The sound of crushed bones echoed in the distance and the ground shuddered under the footsteps of a horde of orks, advancing slowly towards a fortress city besieged by hundreds of different monsters.
The Fortress’s southern walls were surrounded by spikes made of wood and metal, the only free space was the front of the tightly shut wooden gate. Beyond it was a city filled with villagers, farmers, carpenters, salesmen, smiths, and hunters. Dust filled the empty streets as every one of them rushed towards the northern gate, hoping to escape the claws of death.
The soldiers outside the walls did their best to push back against the ravaging army of monsters, in hopes of stalling for a bit more time for their families to escape. Among them was a young woman wearing iron armor. Her brown eyes burned brightly as she killed a gobelin with a swing of her iron sword.
The creature’s purple body quickly turned red before its explosion sent blood and organs flying everywhere. The girl let out a grunt of displeasure with a disgusted expression. “I wish I were allowed to fight the orcs and demons as well, these… things, they’re so disgusting even after they die.”
She voiced her thoughts as another gobelin lunged at her, casually swinging her sword at the creature. “Master is too protective…” she said as her head turned upwards, her short brown hair fluttering as her eyes fixed on a man in one of the lookout towers.
The man wore a black cloak that accentuated his sapphire blue eyes, and his black, long hair was tied into a ponytail that swayed gently with the wind. Soft rays of sunlight bounced off his beautiful pale skin and his left hand held the hilt of an exquisitely crafted purple sword in a scabbard on his waist.
He was talking with a burly old man, whose short stature complimented his well-built body. He was balding, and his naturally white hair was cut short, which did nothing to hide his age. He wore simple linen clothes filled with patches and small holes which showed they had drifted down the river of time for almost as long as he had.
Their expressions were grim, and they watched the battlefield with worry. Sometimes they would bring a transparent ring close to their mouth, giving out orders in an attempt to change the course of battle in their favor. However, things looked bleak.
The young man’s hand stopped mid-way to his mouth as his eyes widened. He ran to the edge of the tower and jumped off, his dark boots glowing with a faint blue light as he kicked up dust when landing. The young woman’s pupils widened as she watched the sudden turn of events “Master?”
A scream of terror made her turn her head towards the battlefield, where a few dozen figures of the gigantic orks made her step back as her body jolted in fear. “The orks infiltrated our backline, magicians, what are you doing?!” A deep voice rang in her ears, her eyes quickly dashing towards its source. A man dressed in black armor yelled commands from atop a horse, his hoarse voice amplified by spells. “Magician, fire!”
As he gave the command, dozens of fireballs shot toward the orks, instantly burning half their body as they turned to ashes. The orks were quick to act, and as the fire raged they cut off a limb and threw it forward. The limb would then dig itself into the ground and a new Ork would reappear in a matter of seconds.
“Commander, there are too many enemies, we can’t keep up!” one of the magicians told the black-armored man as he took a deep breath. “At this rate, we won’t be able to… My m-mom! My sister! What will we do?” he stammered as his voice rose into a shout of panic, his doubts remaining mostly unspoken behind his clenched jaw.
“Lad, we’ll be fine just keep -” his sentence was cut short by a shockwave in the middle of the battlefield, his head snapped towards the source and his pupils widened, reflecting a huge hundred-meter barrier, connected to the ground and the monsters by hundreds of red threads.
His breathing became ragged as his throat dried up. Even though his mouth was open, he was unable to utter any sound. He tightened his grip on the horse’s reins and pulled out his wand, sending a red beam of light high into the sky. The hundreds of human soldiers looked up at the sky with terror before retreating towards the gate.
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“That’s the signal for the retreat! Have we lost?!” the young girl bit her lower lip as she cut down another gobelin, her hand trembling as she held the hilt of her bloodied sword. The red barrier trembled once again, its red hue accompanied by a blue fiery storm that rose into the sky.
The blue flames dispersed as soon as they appeared, revealing a huge hole in the red barrier. The hundreds of crimson threads pulsated wildly as they absorbed the blood from the thousands of corpses and fed it to the barrier.
“Is that Master’s magic…?” she asked herself Lily’s brown pupils trembled as dozens more spells bombarded the barrier, turning the sky into a fantastical spectrum of different colors. A sharp swishing sound rang in her ears as a huge sword of light appeared in the sky, falling towards the red threads, instantly severing them. Hundreds of fire-covered rocks shot towards the bloody barrier, creating another hole that the young man tried to push through.
Just as he was about to pass inside, a small demon that stood in the middle of the circle let out a sudden, sharp screech that made him pause briefly. The demon exploded at that moment, its flesh, bones, and blood mixing into a red goo that shot toward the barrier, instantly closing the passage. At the same time, the severed threads joined back together, resupplying the barrier with energy.
He bit his lips, causing fresh blood to fall down his chest. He suddenly stepped back as the magic circle inside the barrier suddenly grew brighter, sucking all the mana from the surroundings at a rapid pace.
The young girl’s hair stood on end as she felt her blood flow backward inside her veins.
“Mas….ter….Kai” a low cry for help escaped her lips as she, along with a dozen others that were closer to the magic circle fell to the ground, convulsing as blood seeped through their skin, rushing towards the magic circle.
All the gobelins, orks, lizardmen, magical beasts, dark elves, and demi-humans fell to the ground, their bodies exploding and transforming into a red goo that similarly rushed at the barrier.
Kai’s head snapped back as his ears twitched, his blue eyes trembling as he saw the young girl fall to the ground. The fiery red wand adorned with six prismatic crystals trembled in his hand, a sharp screech escaping from within its body. He let out a low sigh and waved his wand, then the dark ring on his index finger glowed slightly as the wand disappeared from his grasp.
His hands clenched into a fist and his long hair flew wildly about as a strong gust of wind circled his body, kicking up dust. A dense amount of mana slowly escaped his body, creating an oppressive aura that sent shivers down the spines of the remaining demons. His black cloak tore into pieces as his muscles expanded, shiny silver scales covering his body.
A morbid sound of tearing flesh resounded on the battlefield as a pair of wings grew from his back, as well as a tail with a sharpened tip.
His fingers transformed into sharp claws, his long hair turned a similar silver color as his skin, and his blue eyes became a dark crimson red. A pair of sharp fangs grew in the place of his canines and he let out a loud, primordial roar that echoed into the distance as two horns sprouted from his head.
The wind slowly faded creating a lull in the inevitable storm that was to come, as his extensive draconic transformation was completed. The dust was settling, and now that his loose hair was released from the constraints of its band, it ran down his unblemished silver back.
He raised his right hand and his claws arched upward, trembling violently as a huge amount of mana gathered at their tips. The mana exploded silently and a small, invisible sphere that increased in size little by little, cementing its place, and disturbing the light around it. His muscular body trembled as it resisted the sphere’s gravitational force.
Kai shot up into the air, his wings creating a strong gust of wind that blew the corpses backward and disrupted the magic circle’s blood absorption, freeing the human soldiers from its grasp.
The invisible sphere at the tip of his claws grew larger and larger, the light around it bending unnaturally as he fed it increasingly more mana. His cold eyes closely examined it, measuring every little bit of energy absorbed by it until - he flicked his hand, the strange spell dashed towards the barrier, the space around it bending as it traveled in the air.
It effortlessly passed through the barrier and shot toward the middle of the magic circle, partially destroying it and absorbing any stray demon it came into contact with. He pointed at the spell with his scaly finger, and he commanded in a language long forgotten “Shimosi!”
He instantly dashed back towards the soldiers, grabbing any that could still be saved on his way to the fortress gate, where most of them gathered. He swiped at the sky and several black barriers surrounded him and the humans, as well as the front of the fortress.
A deafening explosion appeared in the distance as the spell released all the energy, dirt and debris flew everywhere due to the shockwave. The bloody field of wheat was overturned by the explosion and what remained of the monsters rained down from the sky in a morbid spectacle.