“We’re losing!” someone shouted, looking at his fallen comrades. His eyes were wide with panic. “We need a plan! We-”
“RROOOAAAR!” A deafening roar interrupted him as Alzuring’s wings beat the air with hurricane force.
The wind slashed across the battlefield in violent gusts, creating blinding torrents of wind blades that shredded the very fabric of the world around them.
SHHHHHRRIIIIIP!
The wind sliced through armor, tearing men and women apart in a single instant.
The survivors who tried to counter were sent flying into the air, their bodies torn apart by the furious winds. “AHHHH!” Their screams were cut short as Alzuring dove into the chaos, his talons striking, dismembering anything in his path.
…
Caldris’ chest heaved with each shallow breath, his body trembling as he dragged himself through the blood-soaked battlefield.
His hand, covered with blood, scraped against the ground in a futile attempt to move faster, but the pain from the spikes impaled in his back was excruciating.
They had been driven deep, the metal shafts twisting and tearing through his flesh with every agonizing movement. His mind was clouded with the pain, but still, he kept crawling.
The numbers had overwhelmed them, he realized. He never expected it to be like this… never imagined this could go to hell this fast.
Their initial enemy were to be those five dragons… Although they were a signifant obstacle, he was sure if they did their best they would emerge on top some how….
Now he realised he was simply blinded by greed.
“Crrrack!” The sound of his body scraping over a jagged stone made him flinch, the sharp edges digging into his already battered skin, drawing blood from a small cut.
His wounds burned, each movement was a reminder of how close death was. His thoughts spun, racing with the fleeting hope that he might make it out alive. fгeewebnovёl.com
As he crawled, the weight of his actions began to sink in….
“was this his fault?” The voices from behind a nearby structure reached his ears.
“It’s his fault…” one of his guildmates spat.
“If he hadn’t been so stupid…” The words were harsh, filled with anger, but he coud bearly make them out through all tye chaos around them.
Another voice spoke, trembling with rage. “We’re all dead because of him!”
The insults came faster now, as a group of survivors huddled behind the crumbling remnants of a building.
They were shaking, their faces pale and terrified, and their eyes shook with fear as they glanced over their shoulders. One of them, an older man, raised a trembling fist toward Caldris.
“You-” He never finished his sentence. A crackling noise filled the air, like static before a storm, and then-
CRACK! BOOOOM!
The sound of lightning striking was deafening, followed by the sickeningly crisp sound of flesh burning.
The man who had shouted was incinerated in an instant. His body shoom as a bolt of lightning tore through him, the force of the strike leaving nothing but a smoking crater where he had been.
The other survivors didn’t even have time to scream before the storm continued. A second bolt of lightning came down, this time hitting another guild member, her body vibrating violently before she collapsed to the ground, charred and unrecognizable.
“No…!” One of the survivors, a woman with blonde hair, yelled in desperation, crawling toward the others who had fallen.
But as she reached for the lifeless body of the older man, a third strike hit.
CRACK! BOOOOM! The sound of thunder tearing the air apart was followed by her screams. The bolt sliced through her chest, her body twitching violently as she was electrocuted, blood boiling from her open mouth, her eyes wide in terror. She fell, her body twitching once before going still.
Caldris could only watch in horror as their lives were snuffed out in seconds. Their blood… smeared across the cracked stones… was a clear reminder of how helpless they all were.
His stomach turned, the bile rising in his throat, but he couldn’t stop. “Keep moving… keep moving…” The words were barely a whisper, as if speaking them aloud might summon some kind of miracle. But deep inside, he knew better.
His teeth clenched, the pain from his wounds intensifying, but he didn’t stop crawling. His hands were covered with blood now, leaving a trail behind him. He reached for another stone, his fingers digging into the cracked surface.
His back screamed as the spikes twisted, and he gritted his teeth, forcing himself to move despite the overwhelming agony, in all the pain he could feel himself giving up.
Finally he muttered…
“Please… someone… Anyone… help us…”
“Gear Halt!”
The deep voice echoed across the battlefield like a hammer striking steel, echoing in the air. Instantly, the chaos ceased.
The swirling winds of destruction, the raging sandstorms, and the lethal soul flames, the poison breath, the flames-all of it froze mid-motion.
All the dragon’s were stunned and confused, looking around wondering where that voice came from.
“What’s happening?” Terra’s voice, an unusual display of uncertainty from the Sand Dragon
General.
Her blue eyes darted across the frozen battlefield. The sand spikes she had summoned hovered mid-flight, sharp and deadly, yet unmoving.
Cinder, growled low. “This… isn’t normal. Who dares interfere?”
Draven looked around as he asked, “What sort of sorcery is this?”
Then came the faint hum of machinery-growing louder.
VRRRRRMMMM!
From the smoky horizon, a sleek hover bike burst into view, its metallic frame gleaming
against the dim sky.
On it, Quinton sat, calm yet radiating confidence. Behind him clung Vira, her arms tightly wrapped around his waist.
“Quinton, what are you doing?” Vira’s voice was shaky, her complexion pale as she took a look
at the battlefield.
“This… This is no joke! Look at this place! What even happened here?!”
Her voice caught as she covered her mouth and nose, gagging at the sight of charred bodies and the overwhelming stench of death.
“Are you trying to get us killed?!”
Quinton smirked, his gaze sharp as he scanned the battlefield. “Relax, Vira. I’ve got this.”
“You better have this!” she snapped, her voice wavering between anger and terror. “Because from where I’m sitting, this looks like a suicide mission!”
With a small motion, Quinton tapped the console on his hover bike, activating a faint glow around their bodies-a protective field. “Calm down. Just hold on tight and let me do my
thing.”
Vira muttered something under her breath, but her grip tightened around his waist.
As the bike skidded to a stop, Quinton dismounted. He adjusted the gloves on his hands, his body radiating his aura as he activated his enhancements.
His muscles surged with mana, veins glowing faintly as his abilities came to life.
The dragons watched in silence, their eyes tracking his every move. “Overlord!” Quinton’s voice echoed through the battlefield. He spread his arms wide, his
gaze fixed upward last aliatwr who stood atop Margaret’s head in the sky.
“Let’s make a deal!” he said, grinning at the end.
He said, but inwardly his thoughts raced, ‘Shit… This is taking a lot of mana… Dragon attacks are no joke, if I don’t get this over with fast this could get problematic.’