3 Taming the storm

Using basic logic to assess the situation, Tastek gave out a large holler. "Everyone, fall back!"

A portion weighed his command in and jumped back, although not far enough. While the vast majority of this group stood confused regarding why they should flee.

There's a light orange colour taking residence right in the middle of the large iceberg that just has been formed, that's what most here can't understand.

It looks like the ice has caught on fire but nature doesn't particularly work that way, so this became all the more a puzzler.

Out of a sudden, they heard an ear piercing sound coming from the ice itself. A crackling tone accompanied by a heavy screech, as if something big is sliding down against another heavy surface.

Once more, Tastek who seems to be the leader of this group, hollered. "Fall back you fucking morons!"

That orange dot in the middle of the ice, started ascending towards change that most of these enemies can't comprehend.

In just under a split second, it ruptured in a way that no soul would want to experience it.

Blew off in all directions from that one concentrated point, stretched its waves 40 feet across, truly becoming captivating to the naked eye.

Before they knew it, these animalistic enemies who just attacked without a sense of trying to communicate, met with what transformed them into food for any passing by animals.

The lava wave smashed against them, nailed them to the ground as if they were ants battling the sea water, started boiling them alive in that same second.

It only took a few breaths to send these bastards to the after life, lava doesn't discriminate.

The wave reached out 100 feet across the snow, leaving a massive mark in the name of the Calidum Lutum. The lava pool might thaw out after a while but the rocky aftermath can forever remain here.

This glorious attack wiped out most of the enemies, bursting out of the iceberg Zabal can only spot 4 of these super white skinned humans alive.

As for the allies they had in this battle, carried a skin colour that isn't easy to look at. Markings of white marinated here and there but their bodies have been faced against burn marks that no remedy can fix, boiling dark in colour with rivers of broken skin.

Fair to say, that compressed built up ball of lava worked better than Zabal hoped it to.

Raging towards the battlefield, the grand master aims against one of these enemies that takes refuge on his left.

This enemy unleashed a white coloured, fast moving object from his very palm, by now the grand master understood that this is the kind of power these enemies possess, something related to ice.

Agile, under a split second Zabal bursted lava out of his palm, it rages 4 feet wide and is still stretching long.

The enemy's attack dashed against the lava, almost equal in direction with the grand master's attack, submerging in the lava.

Zabal's arm is still in place which points out that the enemy's attack didn't make it through the lava, theory proven, these weird attacks are made out of ice.

However, the grand master's hit made it against the enemy, putting it on the scale it's easy to decipher who the odds favoured.

Taking a peek at his right, the victimizing tribe chief can see one of these enemies making a well intended run for it.

No enemy can make it alive today, not on his watch. Zabal saw 3 of his people killed today and every contributor to their death and or harming can't escape unpunished.

But at the same second, he sensed an attack up front when turning his head towards the running enemy.

The attack wasn't small compared to what that scorched enemy pooped up, no no... It's massive.

It's much like that cloud which froze the entire tribe, looking back Zabal can see that he is the only one who broke out.

Trying to counter the attack, he bursted lava from both of his palms, forced it 7 feet wide due to the heat of the moment of which a split second can provide and pierced the cloud.

To his utmost advantage, he was lucky that this frost cloud carried no solid form, getting knocked off balance would be the sheer inevitable if not frozen alive once more.

The thundering elongated lava made it all the way to this top notch enemy who can unleash clouds of this size, and struck him right against the chest.

Thankfully, the lava wasn't projected hard enough to poke a hole through his enemy but a couple of broken ribs are guaranteed.

That however would be considered the dull side of the stick as the unholy heat of lava puncturing the enemy's skin and encrusting the white hair with dark dots, is the side truly worth worrying about.

Death is weighing heavier on the scale and the enemy has partially accepted that sour fact.

Waiting a few seconds for the frost cloud to pass, Zabal hurried through a thought as well as the snow. "You killed my people and now I will kill you!"

Making it half way through reaching the fleeing enemy, the last remaining white toned human on this battlefield, jumped in front of Zabal and hollered something in gibberish.

Not wanting to deal with this lady right now, he kicked the enemy right on the gut and bursted a little lava from his palm, enough to form a pool around her.

The screams of pain as a dashing aftermath gave ease on the grand master's soul, the urge of revenge is slowly being cured. 

Being 10 foot tall, a Calidum Lutum is naturally blessed with more strength and speed, therefore reaching this fleeing enemy became nothing but child's play.

Gaining on him, he struck the enemy right on the back with a thundering kick, sending the bastard sliding away.

Throwing lava on this one would be considered a waste of time now since he felt the man's back crack.

Walking back towards the battlefield, just now he started feeling the blistering cold this continent has to offer, or at least it looks big enough to be considered a continent.

Zabal can only spot the frozen sea behind the ditch they came out of and the white small hills standing out here and there in front of the ditch, the line of ice stands like a border between what's solid and slippery.

Going to take another look at the toughest enemy they faced here, the grand master can see that somehow this man is still laying alive.

Uttering something in what we can consider gibberish but is most likely a local language. The enemy's tone has been muffled by the pain, by now Zabal briefly figured out that this enemy is asking for help.

But helping the enemy only grants a day more where a counter attack can be forged, so the grand master gives one last look at the struggling soul and uttered. "You froze my tribe, there is no help."

Right after, he stepped on the enemy's neck, stomped on it actually. Which granted a less painful quicker death, it is certain that these bastards will never hurt his tribe again.

Looking at the massive iceberg caused by the same enemy he just killed, Zabal uttered. "I hope all of you are alive, I'll get you out of there soon."

...

Having 6 of his tribe melted out already, created a lava pool even so the fine individuals can catch up with some of that heat, Zabal's heart started feeling heavier by the moment.

This tribe is tougher than tough, hell they even travelled 300 years underground but the odds weren't to their favour in that battle.

They are hungry, tired and being frozen can really send them towards death.

The grand master took an extra effort to not melt out the friends who he knows are dead. Taking a peek at them would be difficult against the subconscious.

Plus putting in effort to freeing the living ones out just increases the odds of pulling more people out of death.

Quabin has been thawed out earlier and now he has joined the movement of freeing the rest of his tribe.

Although a master (level 5) in lava controlling, he still can't blast lava from his palms. But the natural physique this man carries can help in another way. He seeked out the closest frozen tribeswoman, began punching and kicking the ice.

Zabal doesn't want to interfere, blood bursted out upon every hit against the ice but desperate times call for desperate measures. 

Warming up enough, the 5 other fine individuals of the tribe, one by one started aiding the freedom of these people locked in ice.

Blood painted the ice upon every hit but this just massively increased the odds of survival.

Zabal is putting in his utmost effort into melting the tribe out fast but the problem is that he can't hurry. One over dosage of lava and a lifelong burn mark can take refuge on any individual's skin.

He just breaks out a handful of lava from his palm and just slides it down where the thickest sheet of ice is at, to help the people break out.

Strong willed people like Quabin for example, broke out the moment Zabal laid a thin layer of lava over the ice, he was ready to yield the situation to his advantage.

...

About an hour after, the tribe has broken out most of their friends from the massive iceberg, and the ones still in between it showed signs of struggle.

Which only points out that they are alive, that's tremendously favoured, this iceberg didn't kill anyone from the tribe so far and that's a massive gain.

Quabin reaches for the chief of this tribe and questions. "What do we do with all these enemy bodies?"

"Throw them all in the ditch, I'll handle it from that point." Zabal demanded while putting in effort into melting out a lady trapped in ice.

Thinking of another idea, he immediately puts it into word. "Keep an eye out for enemies or animals, we can't afford to be attacked right now and we need food."

Pointing out what the grand master didn't yet think of, Quabin cited. "Alright chief, but we have a lot of people who could use your healing."

Sighing, the grand master weighed in after. "I will heal them soon as we free everyone out. Try to keep the most injured from losing more blood. I trust you on this, manage the situation."

As the master went away, Zabal got reminded of the wounds he recieved earlier and so uses one hand to burn off the wound on his waist, this will at least seal the cut.

Looking at Alkin frozen behind the ice wall, he uttered. "Don't quit on me now boy."

avataravatar
Next chapter