52 (Ch 52)Attack
In a land filled with brimstone and burning Lava, atop the highest peak to be seen, a single-horned individual sat watching a glass-like screen born from thin air.
Despite his lack of words, the sheer tension he emitted would've crushed any lesser being beneath him and even his aide refused to enter the room. His eyes were glued to the scene of an Orc and many other abandoned species from Lamia to goblins that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere.
More specifically though, he was staring at their glistening silver armour and weapons, sparkling with a light that angered Sloth to his core.
"So that's how you want to play it, sneaky little Seraphim," Sloth muttered in unhindered contempt.
The worst thing about those silver winged bastards was when you found out they weren't actually good at all. He sighed seeing the poor lesser status present in the grand hall be cut down with ease, unable to handle a power that shouldn't have existed in the middle realm.
Sloth lamented the world he was birthed in being ravaged by those energies he considered so vile.
"Enchanting blades and armour with minor blessings of Law huh?" Sloth questioned, seeing how they were able to sneak in by surprise despite it being filled to the brim with security.
'With a blessing of law even a shit invisibility enchantment would be impossible to see through for dwellers of the middle plane' He thought.
The Realm they were in shook slightly as Sloth contemplated how to handle such a situation. He guessed that the Seraphim were scared of a mass ascension with the lack of war to take up resources and created another artificial enemy to keep the fight alive.
Watching the target of his world mirror be saved by the Rexel in his pocket, who had seen the resonance of Law through Moonsight Sloth chuckled a little, realising he didn't have anything to worry about.
Seeing the bleeding Rexel who had risked her life to save the white-haired demon Sloth knew they were bound to fail.
"Divine bloodlines sure are useful, seeing as that little Rexel could spot a higher blessing despite having a single tail. Now it's just a question of how you'll react" Sloth spoke to himself, gazing at the little demon planted against the wall.
He leaned forward hoping to get a better view as the white-haired demon stood up.
"Show me what you lie's beneath that mask, monster" Sloth said, on the edge of his seat in anticipation.
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The grand meeting was in chaos, enemies appearing out of thin air and attacking all in the span of a second. What's worse the defensive magic installed in the building had no effect and despite their weaker bodies and magic, their armours made them tough to fight for higher-ups and impossible for the weaker attendees.
"They're targeting the children!!" Yurem shouted out binding a silver armoured Troll with blood magic.
Yurem had fended off multiple enemies but without a way to permanently end them, he found it hard to defend his family. Reasla for her part was dealing with the attackers well but more than once she'd almost lost her head.
Dirias was having a far worse time. Being mage she lacked close quarter abilities and having a surprise attack strung on her so fast was horrid.
But what turned a bad dream into a nightmare was the fact that they weren't targeting.
"SOMEONE HELP!!" She screamed, seeing her son easily overwhelmed.
Krus tried casting as many spells as he could and enhancing his body to its limits. But the armour was impervious to dragon laid defensive magic and wouldn't buckle for a Dark elf. The first scream of sorrow to fill that hall resounded… as a poor dark elves head was served from its neck.
"KRUS!!!" Dirias screamed.
It may have been the first but it wouldn't be the last.
Alzeor was one of the first to realise that his form was locked to humanoid, in fact, it seemed everyone's was. Prime spirits couldn't take on their primordial forms either so it seemed a type of spatial lock had been placed.
'But nothing like that exists, no spatial lock can shut off transformation abilities' Alzeor concluded, yet it was still the reality of his situation.
Luckily for him, even in human form, the silver armoured adversaries posed no threat and with Lora keeping Ascillia safe He was free to charge his way through the crowd of enemies.
Alzeor gut told him to find Eshir, Amethyst and Ruby but his fatherly worry conflicted with effectively abandoning his son. Seeing Anima fending off a few adversaries by herself was the last piece of conviction he needed to aim for Eshir instead of Faith.
"Hold on son, I swear I'm coming" Alzeor muttered, though it was drowned out by the sorrow-filled cries of an elf.
Leon the elf could be seen clutching his lifeless sister's body, a girl that had insulted Faith out of arrogance earlier now dead because of her overconfidence leading to complacency.
Ervis looked like a raging sun, blazing around the meeting hall in an unrestrained fury. He had been too late to his granddaughter's side and the look of longing on her face as a blade pierced her heart played on repeat, knuckles whitening while he clutched his blade harder than he ever had.
"I'll kill you all, every last damn one of you" Ervis screamed.
To her credit, Eshir was probably one of the luckiest out of all of them. Despite having two defenceless babies neither had been dealt a blow. she had long since changed from her dress into full plate armour, only leaving her face exposed etched with worry and on the verge of a break down looking for Faith.
"Alzeor, you unless lizard I'm fine. Help me find Faith!!" She roared, kicking back a poor lamia with enough force that the armour dulled a little.
Her face and body was enlarged to an almost frightening degree, claws present where her nails once were as tattoos glowing with runic strength adorned her face and most of her body. Eshir's greatest gift was easily her bloodline form, which could triple her power almost instantly.
But it meant little to enemies adorned in armour blessed with Law.
"Dammit Lizard, FIND MY SON!!" Eshir shouted again at Alzeor, the overwhelming Wraith intrinsic to a demon bloodline form nearly taking hold.
It had been mere minutes since the fight had started but a clear divide was being made and despite their difference, Light-Dark and Dark-light were seamlessly working together to fend off the intruders, clashing slow for blow and slowly gaining ground.
The idea of everyone's children being equally in danger regardless of race brought them together for the first time, Ever. Some might say it was a genius idea planned by Athren who had strived for something like this.
But the very real tears in his eyes as he grieved his two lost sons and daughter on the battlefield made it clear this was never what he wanted.
The fight may have looked even but it wasn't…
Anima was the first to notice, seeing through her Empathic telepathy a thing that shouldn't have been. A void was spreading rapidly through the entire room swallowing everything in its way, enemies, allies the void cared not for either.
'What is that?' Anima wondered, her eyes shaking a little as she rubbed them to confirm it wasn't fake.
"Anima, are you alright?" Athren shouted, tearing his way through a crowd oh hob goblins.
"Damned humans just die already, let us cleanse you of the cursed light and wicked darkness" The largest of the silver armour, bring a blade of silver down upon Athren.
Athren resounded by raising a shining whiteish blue crystal to the blade. Hitting the crystal before himself, the blade inverted on itself, the space it accompanied being shattered. Athren smiled at one of his inventions being effective when all others failed right before the blade seemingly put itself back together.
"What the hell!!" Athren dodged just in time.
"Father this armour is weird, it can't be broken through by any means other than brute force. Spells and magic items are ineffective." Anima said, hoping her father would believe her.
In most cases, he wouldn't have but after seeing a sword fall to pieces then rebuild itself as if space had never severed, his beliefs in what was possible had been shaken brutally.
Anima's worries weren't settled either, that small void was getting bigger and bigger but Her gripes stayed on the minotaur advent on killing her.
"Let yourself fall child, Let me please you of that cursed light you wield" The minotaur spoke, convicted of his actions being absolutely in the right.
Anima was about to reply when a chilling force brought her to the ground, her knees buckling from the hail of maliciousness that now pervaded the hall.
She looked up to see the void had become an abyss, its chilling grasp swallowing everything as strange laughter resounded all around her. It didn't come from one voice but many, all echoing out of the shadows in a manic manner.
