Chapter 411: Demon Assault
Until this point, smaller offensives and companies had harried the Last Light Company. With their overwhelming power, they shut down every attempt to take the chasm easily, but the pressure mounted as both enemy powers began eying them hungrily.
"Korra, handle the demons! I’ll rally the other side!" Bethiv cried, lofting his sword high.
Korra nodded. "On it. Give me a few tanks and mages, and they won’t break through."
Bethiv spared her a glance, then shook his head and muttered, "Tanks? Heroes sure are strange."
The terminology still confused me, but Soltair and Alex spoke that way, too. From what I’d gathered, it was wording from my previous world, though the exact connotation still evaded me. Fortunately, Bethiv seemed to understand and sent a dozen sixth-level soldiers to support her. Half of them wore mage robes, while the others were the most heavily armed knights and soldiers of the army.
The rest he took toward the far end of the chasm, effectively splitting the Last Light Company to defend the only entrances to the chasm. Our enemies could technically leap over the edge, plummeting the three hundred feet to the chasm bottom, but the walls were jagged with jutting bicycles, and the chasm continued on below the Core Chamber entrance. A misplaced leap would leave one plummeting into the darkness of the lower levels of the gate, a fall that would prove deadly to anything weaker than fifth-level.
Of the two battle groups, Korra’s was by far the weaker. The entrance to the winding path leading to the chasm’s bottom was thin and narrow, broken up by ice formations reminiscent of frozen ramparts. Gith and several other archers took positions behind the natural structures, knocking arrows and readying sixth-level magical techniques. Below them and blocking the entrance, Korra stood before close to ten knights, Luxxa among them. The living wall of armor and steel was supported by the mages, led by Jenna. She’d gained some respect amongst her peers once she learned soul casting, though I noticed many of the women in the army still held her in some disdain.
No sooner had they taken position than the demons came into view, crawling through the shattered tundra like a flood. The ground smoked and smoldered at their coming, melting beneath Gayron’s aura.
The demon horde slowed to a stop as the Apostle of Fire raised a hand. He strode out before them, still wearing his demon visage, his aura slowly growing to envelop the empty space between the armies.