Chapter 88: THE ATTACK
Before Young Lady Darvia could respond, a sharp piercing ring ripped through the sky, through the garden. The air around them seemed to completely shift, and the serenity of the palace was shattered as a wave of unrecognizable energy rolled down from the sky.
Wind whipped from the sky, pushing down to the ground, biting into Velmoria’s skin, pushing her hair and clothes in the process. Velmoria raised a hand, covering her eyes to protect them from the sudden onslaught of air, as she looked up at the sky. The birds that had been chirping fell silent, and the once gently breeze turned painfully cold.
Velmoria spun on her heels instinctively, her body tensing as her senses sharpened. She could sense a presence-- no multiple presences, from the garden.
Was it from the garden?
Velmoria lowered her body, and curved the fingers on both her hands. Almost immediately, a flame settled there, and her body calmed down slightly. She twisted her head around, searching for the source of the disturbance in the air. The flames in her hands flickered wildly as she took in the eerily quiet garden.
She took in deep breaths through her mouth, when the air shifted again, and a few figures fell from the clear sky. Velmoria stood in front of Young Lady Darvia and Lord Castiel, who had at some point removed his holy staff from somewhere.
Velmoria’s hands shook as she took in the figures that had suddenly appeared in the garden. They were human, at least from what Velmoria could see at face value. However, there was something wrong with them. Their auras were strange, flickering like magic, not like any magic she had ever seen before.
They were clad in mismatched armor, some made of strange metal plating, others in unfamiliar cloth and leather. Each of them held weapons of various kinds, some swords that shimmered with an unnatural flow, staffs covered with glowing blue runes and bows with blunt headed arrows.
The air around them pulsed them with an energy that made Velmoria feel sick to the stomach.