I could feel the two commanders' magic slowly warping reality. An unnatural cold began to settle over the battlefield. Even the Ereth seed to be affected by it as the Inquisitors called upon the Divine Pillar's light to aid their troops.
I wanted nothing more than to just fly down and kill the remaining inquisitors, but without and Vixia leading the battle up in the sky, our troops would soon be forced to retreat. We had already suffered so many casualties. As such, I did what I could – focused on the battle at hand.
My wings stretched wide, I dove through the Ereth ranks. I could hear the sound of leathery wings beating as a large group broke off from their ranks to chase . I ignored them, I was too fast for them to catch up.
As I flew below the Ereth ranks, with a beat of my wings I rolled on my back and raised my hands up into the air. Flying upside down, I called upon my flas. They burst out of my open palms like a pair of flathrowers.
The Ereth scread as my flas clung onto their lower bodies. Hungry for things to consu, my flas quickly roared and rose. Soon, bodies began to fall.
While I was striking from below, Vixia was doing sothing quite similar from above. She had flown up quite so distance. I could periodically hear the snap of her whip, imdiately followed by the pain filled screams of the unfortunate Ereth who got hit by her.
Feeling my mana slowly being exhausted, I stopped spewing my flas and turned upright again. I glanced back, only to see an arrow of light fly past . One of the Ereth chasing had used the Divine Pillar's power to create a bow made of light.
I clicked my tongue as he hooked another arrow. Had he gotten this idea from Fetheion? With an effortless beat of my wings, I dodged the incoming arrow, then rushed towards the group of Ereth soldiers.
I pulled my right arm back as I tightened my grasp around the shaft of my scythe. As soon as they were within my reach, I swung my scythe with all of my strength. The crystalline blade cut through their flesh like butter, and their bodies plumted to the ground below.
Knowing I couldn't waste any more ti down here, I flew up to join the Demon forces again. I quickly took my place at the very front of the small army, and with Vixia raining death from above, we once again started pushing the Ereth forces back.
I was the first to clash blades with the Ereth, and soon I heard the sound of tal hitting tal all around . The proper rows of soldiers soon broke off, and the battle turned into a chaotic ss within re minutes. There were skirmishes above and below , behind and way ahead of . It was impossible to tell who was winning and who was losing.
Soon, the snaps of Vixia's fiery whip stopped. When I shot her a quick glance between opponents, I quickly noticed the reason. So Ereth solders had sohow made their way to her. Facing off against two of them, she was forced to lay aside her whip and switch to a shortsword.
I ducked under a claymore and focused on my fight. Vixia was strong enough to take care of herself and I wasn't entirely safe out here either – it was quite the opposite actually, since more Ereth soon began approaching .
I was imdiately wary of engaging as I noticed so of them try and circle around . With a powerful beat of my wings, I retreated a little while still keeping an eye on all of them. I was not going to get surrounded again like in Baile Chailce.
The Ereth also noticed my mindfulness, and soon gave up on trying to surround , and attacked head on instead. Five of them rushed at at once, three of them wielding spears and two claymores. Taken aback by their apparent death wish, I extended my arm and sent a volley of dark bolts towards them.
Golden barriers ford on all five a split second before my spell connected. I clicked my tongue as I shot a hate filled glance at the remaining inquisitors. Oh, how much I wanted to kill them…
I didn't bother wasting any more mana on offensive spells. A battle of magical strength wasn't one I could win. And I didn't have the ti to try it either. Two of the three spear wielders had reached already. Having mounted their spears under their armpits, they tried to impale . I folded my wings and fell a little, letting them pass over harmlessly. It was quite simple to kill them afterwards as they couldn't protect themselves from the two quick, precise swings of my scythe.
As their bodies plumted to the ground, I caught one of the falling spears and turned my attention on the remaining three Ereth. They were still protected by the inquisitors' golden barriers. I furrowed my brows. Why hadn't the inquisitors protected the two I just killed?
A few possibilities crossed my mind, but I couldn't quite focus on them. I couldn't afford to think anything else while three Ereth attacked at once.
I poured so of my flas onto the spear and swung it sideways towards the three Ereth soldiers. They beat their wings and moved back a little, clearly fearing my black and purple flas. I grinned, the used Death's Scythe. Flas covered the crystalline blade of my weapon as I beat my wings and dashed at them.
The spear user imdiately went on the offensive as soon as I moved forward. He thrust his spear forward, Aiming for my chest. I pushed the wooden shaft of his weapon aside with a simple strike of my own spear, then cut it in half with my scythe.
The Ereth's eyes widened, and he shouted sothing in Ereth. I couldn't make out the words amidst all this chaos and noise, but I was fairly sure it was a shout of terror. At least, that's what I wanted to imagine.
I swung my scythe again, and the satisfying sound of the barriers shattering sounded. I raised my arm to strike all the off them at once.
And I would have done so, if the air at the centre of the battlefield hadn't decided to implode.
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