Chapter 253 - 255: Sorin Vs. Thelen
"Formation complete," one of the lead captains shouts. "Activating fortress stance!"
Dozens of glowing sigils ignite across the front line. Mana flows like veins of light through the connected shields, fusing them into a barrier the height of a two-story house. Spells and arrows from the city walls rain down, but each projectile crashes harmlessly against the wall—sparking, scattering, or simply bouncing off the layered enchantments.
From behind that advancing wall, monster soldiers pour forth. Archers fire from protected slots, launching wave after wave of black-feathered bolts. Warbeasts snarl and rush forward, covered by their handlers, and infantry march with perfect discipline.
The monsters push forward without a single casualty.
"They’re holding well," Lay mutters beside Sorin, watching the battle unfold through his mana-visor.
Sorin’s eyes stay locked on the advancing tide. "Good. Keep them steady."
On the city walls, human commanders bark out frantic orders. Mages reposition. New spell circles begin forming. A second wave of spells launches—larger, more desperate this time.
A wave of flame roars from the north tower, targeting the advancing left flank. A chain of water blades follows, arcing down in precise timing. From the center tower, a thunderstrike spell descends like a falling star.
But the shield wall adjusts.
"Left column, reinforce! Elevate formation!" the shield captain roars.
The front left shields angle upward just as the fire hits. The flames wash over the enchanted barrier in a river of orange, but the runes flash and hold. The water blades split against the slanted plates, carving deep grooves but doing no real damage. The thunderstrike slams down with a boom—but the shield line digs in, crouching low, legs braced. The ground cracks, but not a single soldier falls.
Ruva watches with wide eyes. "They didn’t even flinch... So this is what war really looks like."