Chapter B4C50 - The Tide of Death
Following the bone giant, a horde of smaller skeletons emerged, some bearing cauldrons of bone that they planted on the ground and began to activate.
“Charge!” bellowed Captain Janus. “Don’t give them time!”
Following his own words, the high level Soldier blasted forwards, sword aglow with bright light, but even he wasn’t fast enough. Clouds of darkness boiled out of the cauldrons and filled the ballroom in moments. Herath, frozen in place at being called by name, and by the mention of his colleague, blinked as he became enveloped in the cloud.
“It’s magick,” he said on instinct. “It probably doesn’t affect the undead.”
“Dispel it!” Janus roared. “Advance into the darkness and fight, they’re only skeletons!”
But how many were there? Within the cloud, it was impossible to tell, Herath could barely see his hands in front of his face, but he began to work on a counterspell, as did several other mages. The footmen once again formed their line, walking step by step into the unknown with their shields up.
A spear of bone glowing with an ethereal purple light flashed past Herath’s head and smashed into the wall behind him, sending shards flying in all directions. The spell died on his lips and he frantically recovered before the magick could collapse, but began to hunch down lower.
Bolts of darkness began to fly, along with more spears, until it became obvious that there were far too many spells to be cast by a single man. An odd creaking noise filled the room before a massive blade emerged from the darkness to crash down on the shield wall, which flared with light and bounced back the strike.
Then it came again. Then another massive blade, but from a different direction. Each time, the wall held, but Herath was nervous. They had just finished battling against an Abyssal. Would the Soldiers be able to hold?