Chapter 101: THE WRATH OF THE DEMON KING (4)
Not far from Varziel, general Thaluzar roared in triumph, as he crushed three enemies at once, beneath his massive hammer. His blue flames burned fiercely, leaving scorched trails in their wake. "They fall just like any demon!" He called out.
Varziel exhaled, taking in the battlefield. The tide of enemies had lessened, but the rift still remained open. More invaders were already emerging, falling from the sky to the ground, their numbers threatening to overwhelm their defenses.
Varziel thought and thought as quickly as he could, his mind running a mile a minute, trying to figure out a way he could close the rift. A way that he could ensure that the intruders were blocked out of his kingdom.
However, no matter how he thought, he could not think of any solution.
"I need a closer look." he muttered as he struck down another enemy.
"General Nyssa, General Thaluzar, cover me!" He called out to them just as he launched himself into the sky. His wings were spread wide, shadowy tendrils trailing behind him as he soared towards the rift.
Below, Velmoria shouted something, but he did not hear what she said, as he was focused on the rift.
The moment Varziel began his ascent, the air around him grew heavy. The closer he drew to the rift, the more unnatural the world around him became. The sky itself seemed to bend and warp, before his eyes. His instincts were screaming at him to fly back down, down to safety, back to what he already knew, but he ignored it. He needed to act, and to do so, he needed to understand what it is they were fighting.
However, the invaders would not allow him to reach the rift so easily. The higher he flew, the more figures flew after him, their bodies flickering in and out of nothingness, against the corrupted sky. Unlike the intruders who were on the ground, these ones glitched with those rectangular motes of light that he had gotten used to now, however, he did not harm them for them to glitch, which is what he found peculiar.
They hovered, around him as he flew, as if waiting for the right time to strike.
Then, without warning, they attacked.