Chapter 72

A small battle was taking place between the demon king's army and Lysandra's makeshift army.

Lysandra was fighting like a war goddess in the middle of the carnage.

A dozen or so bloodthirsty werewolves came rushing at her and Lysandra held her right hand in front of her in the direction of the charging dummies.

The air in front of her chilled and ice started to form, hardening and sharpening into thin, sharp and pointy spears.

Her ice spears were formed and created in a matter of seconds and with a flick of her wrist, she sent them hurling towards the on-coming dummies.

The ice spears stabbed right through their steel bodies, right through their chests where their hearts would be if they were human.

Some of the werewolves dodged and avoided the ice spears but Lysandra was prepared for that.

She blasted beams of ice at the ones who zig-zagged and dodged the blasts of ice thrown at them.

Finally, Lysandra managed to hit two of them. Ice quickly covered up their body and soon, the werewolves were frozen in place, swallowed up by ice and imprisoned inside a block of ice

There were still three more werewolves left to deal with.

Lysandra stomped her feet and spikes of ice surrounded her in a tight circle.

All three were finished off when the ice spikes speared right through them.

All around her, scenes of fighting and battle were taking place.

A boy and two goblins were locked in a two-vs-one fight. The goblins attacked him at once, hands balled into fists, punching at the boy's head, but in a blink of an eye, he vanished into thin air and appeared behind them, sword in hand ready to cut off its head and he managed to behead one of the goblins before sensed sensed him and was able to dodge the swinging blade just in time. It launched into a counterattack, throwing punch after punch at the boy, but the boy was too fast for it, a blur of black and white as he teleported quickly to avoid the blows. Finally, the boy managed to get an opening and caught the goblin off guard. He cut off its head with just one swing of his sword. 

Strong gusts of wind picked up and threw aside the enemy soldiers like rag dolls. Great blobs of water trapped the opponents in watery bubble cages. 

Blows were exchanged and blood was shed.

Lysandra felt as if they were winning, slowly pushing back this surprise ambush but then…

All the monster soldiers stopped moving and they started to shake and have seizures, foam around the mouths and howling and growling like crazy.

The she-demon she was fighting suddenly threw a punch at her that knocked the wind out of her. She coughed up blood and she felt her entire rib cage was broken as she went flying through the air. How did she become this strong all of a sudden?

All around her, the monster soldiers went wild, attacking with renewed strength and power that came out of nowhere.

They bite, clawed and stretched, not caring about their own injuries or the pain they felt as they rushed forward to attack.

Screams and cries could be heard as the sound of blood and flesh ripping off bone. The sounds of death and violence.

….

Ahhh, so sweet is the sound of pain and violence. 

Soon, everything will be mine, dearest brother.

Sister…I can't believe you. I thought you were dead.

Do I hear sadness in your voice? You missed me?

…..

Well, you should know that I did die little brother but I managed to save my soul and live as a ghost.

You don't deserve the throne.

Why? WHY? IS IT BECAUSE I'M A WOMAN!!! THAT OLD GEEZER HATES ME AND ONLY LOVES YOU!!!!

Sister!! That's not true!!! Father felt devastated after your death. He would cry all alone by himself when he thinks no one is watching.He still loves you despite all the terrible and horrible things you did. All the murders you committed!!! I…I still miss the big sister who would read to me and sing me to sleep. Where did she go? Why did you turn out like this?

….

Arya made a quick second estimate as to where the arrow came from.

Her hand reached inside her pocket and pulled out a butter knife. 

She forgot that she had it inside of there during her rush to deliver the bread and jam.

Better than nothing.

She, with all the reflexes and training from an expert knife thrower, hurled the butter knife in the direction of where the arrow came from.

A scream of pain could be heard.