Chhaya or Chaya (Sanskrit: , Chy) ans shadow or shade. Chhaya is also personified as the goddess of shadow, the consort of Surya, the Hindu sun god. She is the shadow-image or reflection of Saranyu (Sanjna), the first wife of Surya. Chhaya was born from the shadow of Sanjna and replaced Sanjna in her house, after the latter abandoned her husband.
- The Journey to the Afterlife
***Dedessia, the Sea of Souls, Semper Fidelis***
***Shade***
We finally et each other face to face, my na is Enwick, my declared archenemy smiles and bows. He gestures towards his heavily armoured followers. These are my subordinates, Raden, Oter and Fimbul.
All three of them are clad in heavy plate armour and their helts only have a small slit for the eyes. I can't help but wonder about their reasons. Wearing such heavy armour does next to nothing against higher immortals. Are they expecting to fight hordes of lows?
Enwick doesn't give the ti to ponder about the outfit of his guards. His hand continues to Morello and his party. And our allies from Imothep; Ra, Morello and Rhia.
So Rhia not only betrayed Soistaat, the fact that she is introduced as a mber of Imothep allows so interesting assumptions. As to why she was with Soistaat in the first place, maybe a spy who was planted there from the beginning?
I focus my attention on Ra. From the na of his clan and his own na I guessed that they have so kind of Egyptian the going on. But Ra looks nothing like that. He is tall and has the dark, olive skin colour of a diterranean European person. His clothes are close to a Greek toga and I notice that he holds himself very straight.
The man doesn't show any interest in . Instead he is eyeing Ishaan intensely, so I dismiss him.
Greetings, I am Shade. I gesture at my companions and introduce them one by one. It is good manners to have a proper introduction before the disembowelling starts. The people of old know how to settle a fight with style. They had the courage to walk up to a man and tell him what they think of him and that they are about to strangle him with his guts.
All this modern day warfare of so called 'civilised cultures' is nothing more than murder and backstabbing in the dark. Which doesn't an that I have sothing against such thods. I simply acknowledge the style of the good old ways.
When I am finished, Enwick smiles at and gets directly to the point. We are here to get our property back. You have a minute to decide. Then we will sack the city, even if it ans that we have to rebuild everything from scratch.
Wow, this fellow is really confident. Does he have a few hidden cards up his sleeve? I am sure that one of them is the fact that fifteen of our people are supposedly at the mine. The question is how many more advantages he has.
I raise my hand. We would like to have so ti in order to decide. I suppose you are offering us to beco slaves, or fight and bleed for our freedom? This is a hard decision, which we shouldn't make in haste. Especially since we just fought and bled to dethrone you.
We didn't even put up a fight. This ti we know how the situation looks like, so it would be much easier for everyone if you simply surrender. Enwick snorts and shakes his head. No, forget that. You are trying to stall. It's useless, even if you manage to get a ssage to your people at the old mine, they won't be able to return in ti. We demand a decision. Now!
So one of his hidden cards is the knowledge about the mine. That's good. It ans he is operating on a false picture of reality. We may pull this off after all. I shrug my shoulders. Can you give us at least ten minutes? We have to inform our people.
He sizes up for several monts, his eyes wandering up and down my body. I already start fearing that he will start the fight right here and now. At last he decides to speak. You have ten minutes. Not a second more.
I bow and head back to the city wall by using levitation. The others follow in silence until we are out of earshot. Then Ishaan lands close and hastens his steps to catch up to . He casts a privacy spell and says, I hope you aren't seriously thinking about giving up?
Of course not, Dad. I just decided to stall for a little ti, I answer and address Doreen, Doreen, we need to move all combatants beyond the city wall. Then all remaining citizens have to activate the protective barrier and pour all their power into the spell. In a few monts we will have hell out here and the city has to stay as safe as possible.
Doreen doesn't answer, instead she simply nods and starts issuing commands to the soldiers who are waiting at the wall. The soldiers understand her hand-signs without any difficulties and begin the preparations in silence.
Ishaan, I need you to obstruct their view. Can you pull that off? I ask my father.
Ishaan nods and throws up a thin wall of ice. Within seconds the wall of ice grows in length and size, sectioning off our forces from the attackers. It isn't much. It's no thicker than a centitre, but since the ice isn't clear, the vision is obstructed just enough.
I kneel down and concentrate mana in my fingertip. Then I start drawing the first glyph of a complicated spell. Normally I am very eager to hold this one back because the spell consus my souls. But I really want to tip the odds back in our favour. The rune set combines mind magic, soul magic and a special little field to create doorways to other realities.
Sadly, opening doorways to another world doesn't work. I already tried to do that without results. So that either ans that the place I wanted to visit doesn't exist, or that Dedessia is really sohow closed off. But I don't believe that. So far, all the little hints and pieces of facts point at an entirely different picture.
What are you trying to do? Doreen asks baffled.
Summoning assistance, I answer, and pour mana into the spell formation which is channelling energy towards my shadow. The blue glyphs which I drew into the air flash with light.
My shadow starts wavering and rises behind . The huge, black mass finally decides to form an oval doorway. The archway rises ten tres in height and the energies which I channel into my spell formation solidify its shape, binding it in place and form.
It is a ramped up version of my ability to summon and command the souls I stole. But instead of pulling a single soul out of the shadows, this is a permanent connection to the depths of my soul.
When I regained my mories of Angrod, his mories allowed to determine the nature of my ability to improve on it.
What is this!? Aswang gasps and steps backwards.
Ishaan snorts and crosses his arms in front of his chest. He already knows this spell because he watched developing it, although he only knows the weak version which I managed to fumble together back in the days of us training together. It's a doorway to hell. Are you really sure that you want to use this, Shade?
Funny that you are calling it a doorway to hell when it is actually a gateway to my soul. But I admit that the dark and cold space in there is a little disconcerting. Does it an that I still have to uncover a lot of mories?
'Sure'? Which things are sure in this world? I have been storing up for a few years now, and it feels like it is ti to pour a little water out of the bottle. It feels like my soul will overflow soon enough and this is as good a chance as any. We don't want the souls inside to shatter their cage.
I take a deep breath.
And besides, I need more control over my powers. This will be a tough battle. It's true that each soul I hold within increases my mana pool. But it also takes a lot of concentration to contain them. It is easier to wield my power when I don't have to restrain thousands of others at the sa ti.
I draw the last commandnt of the spell formation.
Everyone, step through the door and fight for . I promise freedom upon death.
The shadows waver and a person steps through. His body and armour are a combination of darkness and shades of grey. It's one of the soldiers who died at the night of the rebellion. Others join him, I recognize Paolo, the bastard who kept my mother as a slave. Torntor is also among them and other soldiers start filing out of the portal. None of them pay attention to their surroundings. Their eyes are set on the people who I marked as targets.
Well, maybe I won't let all of them go... if I can spare the effort, I will recapture a few special guests who have special rooms inside the darker corners of my mind.
The ones who rise from the darkness aren't just n. There are also the twisted bodies of beasts and monsters from my ti with Ishaan. Over five years of hunting spirits and ice dragons in the tundra amounted to quite a lot. I had to think of sothing to defeat the slavers without an army at my back.
A five tre tall ice dragon slithers through the doorway and I sigh in relief that it decided to take the contract. The serpentine creature hisses and ogles the surroundings for food. Luckily it is still bound by the contract. But I feel that we should start the fight soon or it will break loose.
I only tried once to catch such a big spirit. Subduing such a strong and twisted soul isn't fun at all. I harbour the suspicion that the bigger spirits aren't just one soul, but a crazy sh of several different ones. Without a governing will, they are dood to an existence as a raging beast of pure power. Once they die, the shed fragnts dissolve to return to their individual souls.
I watch the army grow; each summoned individual takes away a part of my mana pool, but also frees up my ntal resources to use what I've left more effectively.
Imagine being tied down with much too many weapons on your body. You might be dangerous and certainly won't run out of ammo, but at the sa ti you are also seriously hindered in your movents and slowed down by the sheer amount you have to carry around. And aiming is also troubleso if you are holding a dozen guns at once.
That's when the barrier around the city and Yggdrasil activates. It couldn't have been a clearer sign that we don't intend to give in. The slavers charge and wisps of energy and spells start flying our way. So of them are aid at the city, but the barrier holds. My army of shadows has grown to two hundred individuals and quite a few monsters.
Don't worry. Yggdrasil is a gigantic powerhouse when it cos to stored mana. Normally he needs almost all of his magic to keep himself alive in the harsh environnts, but in this safe zone he can build up a lot of reserves. They won't break through the barrier any ti soon, Doreen reassures , letting know that the situation is under control.
I nod and point my shadows towards Ishaan's wall of ice. Charge!
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