Chapter 402.2
Richard rushed back into the tent to check the spell note. As expected, the other kings were observing the same phenomenon.
[The lark keeps ramming the iron bars in the direction of Holy City. – Nicholas]
[There is a change here as well. – Pered]
[It seems the spell has been activated. Kings, please break the seeds. – Kasser]
“It’s begun!” Richard exclaimed, his suppressed rage erupting like a tempest. His heart pounded furiously. He burst out of the tent, his voice echoing the command, “Break the seeds!”
A seemingly endless line of warriors stood ready, baskets filled with seeds at their sides. At his order, they swiftly poured water over the baskets. Instantly, a horde of larks emerged, their shapes grotesque and varied, their eyes burning with a crimson intensity. Larger than humans, these monstrous creatures, resembling beasts and insects, ignored their surroundings, charging directly towards Holy City with a possessed frenzy.
The soldiers, gripping their weapons tightly, watched in stunned disbelief as the larks vanished from sight. Despite the king’s assurances, the soldiers were understandably apprehensive.
“What are you doing? Follow the larks!” Richard commanded, his voice cutting through the chaos. Several warriors surged forward, leading the charge towards Holy City. The rest of the soldiers followed in a tumultuous wave.
A sharp cry pierced the air. Richard turned just in time to avoid a lark that had appeared directly in his path. A nearby warrior steadied him as he stumbled.