255 Breach (2/2)
”We're all gonna DIE!” Damnaith cackled.
This time, nobody shut her up.
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They ran for it. George picked up Remian, Carrie and Mindy while Doom and Darian went with the dragons, hauling Fel and Damnaith away as their prisoners.
Now in the lead corvette of a nine-corvette fleet headed north, Mindy turned to the south where fire and smoke covered an earth-shaking battle as the Flame Emperor battled an as-yet-unseen opponent, something that only showed up vaguely through the smoke in glimmers of yellow light towering high, easily matching the height of the Nine Kings mountains, if not the Flame Emperor's volcano.
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Something with a very large hand tipped with claws the size of a Tier 4 wolfcat. They knew, because it reached out towards the corvette out of the smoke, and made a grab at them from hundreds of meters away.
”Go! GO!” George was yelling as the airships poured on speed.
”We… can't! Mana…” the crew panted heavily.
”Here!” Mindy pounced on the conversion unit and poured mana into it.
”Light!” Meanwhile, Remian threw up a barrier.
Sparks erupted as the claw hit the barrier, light meeting light, and shook in mid-air.
[Get back here!] Fiery wings flapped, and the hand was jerked back into the smoke where more explosions and fire hammered at the vaguely-seen giant form.
Remian squinted, raised one hand.
”Don't use ice! Chirpy's powers are fire!” Mindy yelled a reminder.
Remian nodded. ”Fireball!”
It shot out and…
Well, presumably it exploded, but there were so many explosions going on in there, it was hard to tell which one was the fireball.
”Something a little stronger, maybe?” George suggested. ”You barely made a dent in there.”
”There was a dent?” Mindy blinked.
”Fire lance!” This was a flame spike several feet long and easily a foot wide at its thickest. It soared out into the battle toward the vague yellow light-shape. Then it disappeared, just another one of a myriad of explosions.
”Bigger!” George encouraged.
[Quit using fire, yours is pathetic! Your light powers work better!] the Flame Emperor hinted.
In the eyes of the Flame Emperor, clearly his fire was lacking.
”Light!” Remian threw as much desperation as he could feel into the spell, trying to repeat the first ultra-spell he'd ever cast, the one that scared away the first Beast Wave in the first battle he'd ever fought in the Wildlands so long ago.
A beam of light shot out, but while it was a lot more than just a little illumination, it still fell far short of that Soul-Boosted blast in the past.
Remian grimaced. ”I'm going to need to work on attack spells. Something with a lot more firepower that doesn't use ice. Or fire.”
”I'm not sure attack spells are going to be much help here.” Mindy grunted, still pouring mana into the corvette's power supply. At this point, their corvette was already leaving the others behind. ”Chirpy says that up till now, the Wilds have fought Spectres with Psionic power, not magic.”
”Psionics? You mean, like the way Wilds talk to each other? The stuff Darian and Doom uses?” George perked up. ”Hey, since we can talk to Wilds… doesn't that mean that we, too, use Psionic power?”
”Yes, we do.” Mindy confirmed. ”But probably not to the levels needed to fight the Spectres.”
”Spectres? That's what they're called?” George eyed the yellow glimmers in the distance. ”What about plain old arrows? Would Ballistae help? Runic bolts?”
”Who knows?” Mindy shook her head.
”I guess we'll find out soon enough.” Remian said grimly. ”If I'm not mistaken, those things down there are Spectres too.”
He pointed. Other than the giant Spectral Beast fighting with the Flame Emperor, about a dozen or so smaller forms had run out from the south and were now scattering across the Wildlands.