104 An opportunity arise ... (2/2)

A huge fire exploded, illuminating the city in its red light. Shouts from everywhere celebrated that sight since it only was possible when a bomb provided by the White Hand was used. And everyone had full trust in Seron and the Guild Master to not waste any shot. But only the two and the few elites guarding the latter were not enjoyed at all, but only shivering. Even if the bomb was meters away from the lich, they knew it didn't inflict enough damage to destroy it.

Utilizing the surrounding building, a gigantic skeleton had eaten the bomb, suffering the blunt force of the magic from the 6th Circle. The reason why the flame was so high in the sky was that the huge foe opened a way for the flames to go toward that direction, even if it meant the be burned to the crisp. They could see from afar the melted remains of the skeleton, only the charred bones forming its feet. Everything else had disappeared, but not the silhouette still intact. With the magic shield protecting the lich and the sacrifice of its guardian, they had lost an opportunity.

”TO ME! FORWAAAAAAAAAARD!” Brandishing his sword, Seron dashed forward. The remaining of the veterans that were previously guarding the Guild Master quickly joined him, acting like a piercing spear in the sea of skeletons. They had not fought once since the beginning, ready to group with Seron at his command. This was the only action still available for them since even the mighty bombs were not capable of dealing with the opposing side.

For the first time, they displayed entirely their strength, not sparing anything. Even if it seemed hopeless since the lich could still fly away. But because the latter was immobile, the crazy idea of the undead being stunned by the bomb grew in their minds. No one could infer what was truly inside those locked devices, so it was a mince possibility to have an additional spell in it. But a possibility nonetheless.

In a matter of seconds, they had arrived in front of the lich. Their training, all the sufferings they endured to have a body reinforced with mana was finally paying off. Right under the sword of Seron, the lich was still immobile, even when its doom was arriving at great speed.

SLASH

The image of the undead was cut in half, the lack of sound disturbing the veterans nearby. If a sword hit something, especially bones, it should create a sound. After that, they saw the lower and upper parts slowly fade in the dark, like a dream escaping the mind of those awakening.

”KAKAKAKAKA”

”KEKEKEKEKE”

The chilling laughs resonated from both sides, one on the left and one on the right. Even without seeing them, the small group knew they had fallen in a trap. But it was necessary, they couldn't have lasted that hour if the liches decided to partake in the battle. Even without their intervention, the help would have to arrive exactly at dawn, not a minute later. Not even the exceptional performance of Davion and Meridiana could have prevented thousands of casualties among innocent civilians.

”Madala Naratros” ”Mordaran Malaran”

”I failed yo…” The frozen statue that Seron became will never be able to finish his sentence. He was gazing at the terrified guards and adventurers, seeing them fell into despair. But in the end, Archet will be destroyed and razed under his watch, a city that had survived more catastrophic situations. But those were when everyone was prepared and the army of Avenio was also present.

”I am sorry Seron for I was not able to help you more. Would you two despise me, if you knew what was located inside the Guild?” The master of the adventurers inside Archet could only watch the entire ordeal unfold, only blaming himself for it. He was bound by his position but it was the first time he realized how huge were the shackles around him. Even if everyone died here, those above him would be pleased if nothing was touched inside his Guild. But if he dared to even take something out and use it to save others, he would not be the only one to suffer.

Unlike the magicians and magus that were trained by the nation, adventurers only respected gold and power. Creating the huge monster that was the Guild of the Adventurers, spreading its tentacles inside every city, every region. Similar to the White Hand, only that they were always placing themselves on a higher pedestal, acting like they were heroes. But even after someone he could call a friend died, the Guild Master was still too scared to act like he wanted to. Looking downward, he saw guards and adventurers alike running for their lives. Only a few still maintained the formation, but it was evident it would not hold even a minute.

The Guild Master noticed for the first time that he was alone, truly alone. Those guarding him had all died along Seron or were sent when the situation was too dire somewhere else. It was only him, and the other bomb. Surrounded by the screams of pain and cries of panic.