Citadel Battle 5

"Where the hell are you! Cthulhu!!" Emery's voice echoed in his mind, a desperate cry to the Mythical Beast that had hidden deep in the veil of space within him for thirty days. 

Now, with the battle at the citadel nearing its climax, the urgency of the situation was all-consuming. Emery couldn't help but keep checking for signs of the Mythical Beast's awakening, his mind churning with hope and dread.

"Damn, you better wake up soon!!" he muttered to himself, his voice trembling as he channeled his energy into the complex spell before him. His hands moved with practiced grace, weaving a combination of earth and plant magic to reform the destroyed Northern Gate.

"It's done!" he announced triumphantly, his voice breaking with exhaustion and relief. He added, "It won't be as strong as the original gate, but it should hold for a while!" His words were directed at his squad leader, a figure who stood watch nearby.