Chapter 369: Burning Skies
The Last Light Company charged forward, slinging arrows, spells, and magical techniques. The Dead Wing Legion was slow to respond, still shocked senseless by the brutal death of one of their powerful monsters. By the time they got their bearings, our allies were upon them.
"To the skies!" Commander Barron cried, leaping atop one of his soldier’s wyverns.
But it was too late. Before the mighty creatures could get airborne, soldiers swarmed over them, hacking and slashing with fury. Many had yet to forgive the enemy commander his vulgar insults toward me and took it out on his men, dragging them from their mounts and ending their screams with cold efficiency.
A wyvern managed to break free of the soldiers and started to fight for altitude, its great wings desperately slapping the air. The ice spirit that had started it all disappeared, only to reappear on the other side of it. The beast’s cries went quiet as its head detached from the long, serpentine neck and its body crashed back to the earth. Orion led a squad of men to its now grounded riders and eliminated them before another wyvern could provide rescue.
Of the ten or so wyverns that had landed, only two made it to the skies. A third had made to join them, but a sudden crack of lightning ripped through the vulnerable skin of its wing, sending it spiraling to the ground. The hole streamed ribbons of crimson blood, the edges of the membrane curling in on themselves as lingering arcs of lightning continued to ravage the wound.
I flinched as it crashed to the ground just a few feet in front of us, instinctively falling back behind Fable. Several soldiers leaped from the writhing monster with their weapons drawn, charging toward us. Each wyvern carried a full party of combatants, with three melee soldiers, a mage, and an archer.
"Capture the filthblood and the rest will fall!" one of their melees said of them shouted.
"Bastards," Luxxa muttered, moving to intercept them. "Have they no honor?"
She hit the advancing soldiers hard, taking a sword on her shield and gutting its wielder with a vicious stab to his stomach. The mage blasted her with a fireball, obscuring her body in a storm of flame. Assuming her dead, the others tried to bypass her and close toward me, but she burst through the sheets of fire and cut down the archer. His scream caused the others to turn, but by that point, the Mirror Sphere had gathered enough of the spell’s mana for a reflection, and the rest of the squad was consumed in the resulting inferno.