Chapter 3

The black cloaked men charged to the broken wall in a disorganized manner with no regards for strategy or even their own lives.

Archers above the wall shot their arrows against the marauders, yet despite many hitting their targets, those who did not receive a fatal wound brushed it off or simply did not care.

Another hail of arrows was let loose upon them, yet again simply ignored their wounds, caring not for their wounded men or simply step upon the fallen bodies of their own that stood in their way.

The defenders braced their spears, slightly faltering against the raving madmen, nevertheless they did not flee.

As the marauders ran closer to the broken wall, they wailed with maddening scream of incoherent blood lust madness, the firsts to finally reach the defenders leapt head on against the wall of spears becoming impaled in the process, those who were not immediately killed still swung their weapons flailing aimlessly until the defenders pierced their skulls with their weapons.

More rushed through disregarding the bodies of their comrades. Endal thought that the battle was going well to their side, yet he could not shake the ominous feeling slithering through his bones as well as his mind.

"Súrt fúren" Said the iron clad warrior to the three dark hooded figures behind him who simply nodded to him, the three began to slowly chant in a dark indescribable language, a small ball of fire began to form that slowly became larger as they chant.

Endal looking beyond the wall, assessing the battlefield caught a glimpse of a small light behind the iron clad warrior, he knew it was nothing good yet he could do nothing as they were beyond the reach of the archers.

The hooded figures stopped chanting, a large ball of fire was formed in front of them they aimed against the walls in a unified fashion and the ball of flame launched toward the defenders.

"Fruga!" shouted Endal as he raised his arm upward. A fast moving cloud of snow rushed against the incoming ball of fire, a large white smoke erupted as the two spells clashed in the air, glittering dust fell from where the spells collided.

"Súrt murén!" Shouted the iron clad warrior with a disgruntled expression upon his face. Another ball of flame flung toward the defender's walls.

Endal once more cast the same spell against the flaming wall, an explosion of white smoke erupted again. This repeated seven times, Endal was panting as he kept repeatedly casting the same spell over and over again to prevent them from destroying another wall.

The men defending the destroyed wall was successfully keeping the invaders beyond the wall, they had suffered casualties but little compared to the insane raiders. Bodies continued to pile several feet to the point the marauders were leaping from the stacked bodies and being impaled.

The iron clad warrior was becoming impatient to the point a visible nerve was throbbing upon his head. "súrt stén wovén" He commanded to his men.

Sounds of swinging chains can be heard, large thumping beast like footsteps slowly rose louder and louder, pained defiant growls filled the air with hot moisture coming from it's iron muzzled mouth. A wounded wyvern.

It's wings clipped, a straight laceration from each of it's side can be seen, undoubtedly where the wings should be, slashes and deep wounds all over it's once glorious crystal like scales.

The men struggled to pull the chains of the beast, some were hacked and slashed by the beast's claws, some crushed beneath. The clad warrior walked toward near the wounded beast the three hooded figured followed behind.

He slightly raised his arm to the side, one hooded figure came forward and started chanting and weaving his hands together, emitting blood like runes. He then reached for the warriors arm.

A surge of unnatural unholy power coursed through his veins, his eyes turned abyss black, blood red veins slithered all over his body. He struggled with this unnatural power, a few moments and he regained his composure.

He approached the rampaging wyvern, he struck the beast with his fist that radiated blood red unholy power.

The wyvern fell to the ground and became disoriented, the man leaned and grabbed the creature, infernal power coursed through the beast from the corrupted warrior, reeling and struggling to break free to no avail as the chains that bound the creature would not break.

It grew a massive uneven disproportionate claw like limb from the wound of it's clipped wing, another grew on the other, bone like spiked club emerged, it's ribs opened wide open spurring blood all over and broke it's once glorious scales revealing it's inside, from it grew several varying reptilian arms with no skin, revealing muscle tissues and bones. The creature's tail grew longer tearing it's skin and scales, splitting into two, forming into dagger like bones. It's jaw splitting and eventually falling to the ground replaced by several long tongues it's tip filled with many needle like spikes.

It's horrifying and undoubted painful transformation was complete, it howled with gurgling tortured agony, the chains one by one broke by abnormally increased strength, it's eyes crying blood red, flailing and raging.

The iron clad warrior clenched his fist, radiating with power, the beast screeched in pain. It wanted to slaughter everything in it's surroundings but the ungodly power prevented further destruction, at least those who were not in immediate proximity.

When the ritual was done and the abomination mostly controlled. The warrior directed the beast's rage toward the defenders.

The abomination headed for the main gate with disturbing movements, crushing and smashing aside allies that blocked it's way with complete disregard.

Their intention to create a new opening inside the town letting more warriors enter the fray, further stretching the defenders thin.

Endal saw the horrendous beast coming toward the main gate. He shouted to his allies to focus fire on the monster, a hail of arrows pelted the beast but most simply bounced off and those that did hit had no effect at all.

More and more arrows were fired upon the monstrosity to no avail, Endal cast a wall of ice in front of it, it smashed through the frozen wall with ease with it's bone club continuing to rush to the gate.

Endal cast a magic that froze the main gate to try and strengthen it, hoping it would either prevent it from being destroyed or to simply delay the monster.

The abomination leapt and struck the gate with it's bone club, it did not immediately destroy the frozen fortified gate but the damage was nevertheless noticeable, the impact was so powerful that it shook the wall and made some of the defenders stagger and fall off over the wall to their deaths or simply breaking some of their bones.

The monster did not halt it's attack and relentlessly battered the gate with it's club, claw and even it's own head, Endal kept casting and rebuilding the frozen gate of the bits and pieces that were breaking.

With each strike shook the surface that Endal and the rest of the defenders up with him.

Endal was struggling to keep his magic due to being exhausted from repelling the enormous fireballs that flung towards them, he bent on one knee.

He knew he cannot keep up the spell forever unless something was done, the enemy raiders still tries to break through the collapsed part of the wall, the defenders preventing them from all coming inside was slowly being pushed back. The situation was looking more grim by the moment.

Suddenly from his right, a woman with a bow and a large muscled man armed with an iron axe jumped over the battlement. The axe fell against the abominations head, it did not pierce yet a crack was made, the woman looses her arrow from her bow mid air onto the cracked part of it's skull, gushing blood in a forceful stream.

The twisted beast howled, losing it's balance and fell on it's side reeling in pain yet it was not dead.

The bulky warrior wasted no time and rushed toward the abomination that was still down. He swung his axe but the creature swiped him away with his uneven claw, the warrior regained his balance immediately and barely landed on his two feet. The creature regained it's footing and stood up once again, the woman loosing arrows in flawless consecutive struck it's face hitting it's eye and the rest bouncing off it's hardy skull.

The monstrosity, enraged against the duo charged, attempted to slash, grab, maim and crush the duo. The axe wielding warrior parrying and blocking against it's attack but forcing him backwards by it's monstrous strength, his legs tottering almost falling down to his back, the archeress dodging the creature's attacks by only a hair thin and firing her bow immediate after. They were obviously skilled than most of the defenders.

the crazed warriors tries to interfere but were cut down by either the axe warrior and the rampaging abomination or shot down by the archeress and the archers up the wall assisting two.

Endal is able to receive a moment of rest but it would not last too long, for he must still assist the struggling defenders against a seemingly endless blood crazed warriors at the destroyed wall.

He stood up from his kneeling position and took a deep breath, once he had enough he ran straight at the edge of the demolished wall, the ice fortifying the gate slowly dissipated. Endal conjured another spell, filling the broken wall with ice. The raiders that were trapped inside were slaughtered one by one.

"Quickly! Find anything to barricade the wall!" Endal shouted from atop the wall, sweating heavily from magical exhaustion despite the cold, his arm shaking from maintaining the spell.

Outside the raiders tries to shatter the wall of ice using their weapons, bits and pieces of frozen shards falling but immediately reforming.

The defenders frantically look for anything they can use as a barricade and immediately ran to the wall, the wounded were taken further inside the village, the warriors shouted for help from any nearby villagers sheltering inside, many heeded the call and hurriedly helped the wounded, bringing any medicines and bandages they could possibly gather, the village shamans, women and even children volunteered to bring any useful aid they can.

Some are facing difficulty helping the wounded as some are struggling and screaming from the pain and the nightmarish horrors that they are currently facing, a horror they never expected to encounter in their relatively peaceful lives. None of this ever happened before to the village of Lynsk.

The warriors try to hold them down while the shamans attempt to heal them. At the wall those who did not carry the wounded or help barricade the wall took moments of breath.

"Those who are in perfect health, gather to the entrance gate! We must secure the outer walls!" Endal shouted above them.

Some were unsure if they should follow his order but there were no better ideas, no one was also leading them until now. There were no other choice in a unexpected situation they are currently in. Many gathered at the gates, leaving enough to hold off the destroyed wall.

Endal exhausted and shaking could no longer hold up the spell, the ice that acted as a barrier at the destroyed wall began to slowly disappear into crystalized dust.

The branded warriors begun their assault once again and again the defenders held firm with the help of the barricades that prevented them from overwhelming the defenders.

Endal gave a quick exhale and made his way down, he rushed to the entrance gate meeting the gathered warriors.

"We must help the two battling the beast outside, keep your distance. Use any range weapons to assist them, those who doesn't have any must make your way to the broken wall on the other side, flank and kill the branded warriors and ease the pressure for the ones inside, once done tell them to push outside. We must relieve the wall of continuous threat." Endal instructed the warriors. They nodded and prepared themselves, gripping their shields and their weapons tight.

Two men slowly opened the gate, a tremendous gust of chill wind rushed inside the wall caused by the ongoing battle of the two warriors and beast. The sight of the abomination caused the men and women at the gate widen their eyes in fear, they began to tremble and expression of fear formed on their faces.

Endal walked through them and headed for the monster with a firm and stoic expression. Seeing him walk toward such terrifying monstrosity with no sign of fear recollected their composure and began to move.

A group of branded warriors charge toward Endal as soon as they saw him, sprinting with weapons raised. One warrior swung his axe downward aimed at his head, Endal dodged sideways summoning a frozen dagger and stabbing the opponent's head instantly killing him and fell like a lump of wood. One branded warrior swung his sword horizontally another swung vertically, Endal summoned a frozen sword to block the vertical attack, he had also made a thick layer of ice at the side of his stomach that blocked the sword coming at him horizontally.

Endal then created a solid layer of ice on his forehead and headbutted the one in front, the branded warrior spurt blood from his nose and head, a loud crack on his skull can be heard to Endal. He then forced his frozen blade downward against the other slashing him till it stopped when the blade reached to his chest.

More branded came to rush toward Endal, summoning icy blades, slashing and hacking apart that made close contact with him, blocking incoming attacks with his weapons as well as summoning layers of thick ice on his body whenever their weapons came close.

One branded grabbed him from behind locking Endal's arms, Endal grabbed the branded's forearms freezing it, he then made his hands into solid thick ice ripping apart the arms of the branded, he screamed in pain as his arm shattered into bloody ice rendering him armless, Endal summoned a spear and drove it through the branded's mouth. He gurgled blood as he slowly fell to his knees.

Endal sprinted and fought his way toward the rampaging abomination, those that stood in his way were quickly slain, he was coming near the abomination summoning a spear and through it like a javelin, hitting the monster on his left eye. The monstrosity became blind but nevertheless continued it's rampage for it can still rely on it's sense of smell.

The duo saw Endal and felt a sign of momentary relief for they are no longer alone fighting against such beast. The archers that followed Endal began to pelt the beast with arrows, they kept their distance as it rampages in all direction, the branded warriors tried to aid the monstrosity only to be crushed and slashed by the beast or being struck by arrows by the defenders.

The axe wielding man charged and the beast on it's leg that was not covered by it's crystal like scale, an arcing slice slashed through the leg. It loses it's balance and dropped on one side receiving difficulty to stand up. The archeress flung three arrows hitting it's serpent like tounges.

Endal cast a spell that held it's other leg, freezing it in place. The axe man ran underneath the beast hacking and slashing the reptilian arms into bloody mess that was dangling and flailing from it's exposed ribs, until he saw the beating heart, he swung his axe toward the heart but the beast broke his leg free from Endal's icy spell, the axe man missed only by a hair thin as the monstrosity raised it's body upward, it swiped it's spiky club like arm sideways directly hitting the axe wielding warrior. He flew several feet away and rolling backwards a few more feet when he hit the ground, he was on all fours and vomited a small gush of blood from his mouth.

He grabbed the side of his stomach, he could see gushes of blood falling from his abdomen, he was bleeding.

The archeress ran toward him. "Egon!" shouted the woman with a worried tone on her voice.

Egon let out a grunting pain, he wishes to stand but his body tells him otherwise. The archeress saw the wound on his stomach. "You need to get back inside the village." He tells him but Egon simply swept her advice aside and painstakingly stood up, he ripped a part of his clothe and bandaged his wound. "Don't be stubborn! you are bleeding, you'll die before you can even kill it!" Again advice the archeress but in a more forceful tone this time, yet again Egon gently refuted her advice by standing up and raising his axe once again.

"you never listen...." The archeress mumbled to him but nevertheless relinquished her previous advice to him, knowing he would not heed her. She prepared her bow as they both seek to return to battle the beast once again.

In the meanwhile, Endal fights the beast with magical ice, barely dodging it's attacks despite the monster's utter lack of sight. It now fights with it's other senses and pure instinct, tearing apart both the branded warriors as the well as the defenders that were not agile enough to elude the monstrosity. Guts and blood splattered and scatters from bodies, rendering white snow covered in blood.

Frozen spikes protruded from the ground aimed at it's exposed heart but none could hit it's mark, the beast was rampaging all over making it difficult to hit. "Aim for it's heart!" Endal shouted, The archers tries to aim but no clear shot could be made, the branded raiders made it more difficult to do so as they try to stop them. Endal and the others desperately fights against the raging horror while also contending with the blood crazed raiders.

Endal is in near exhaustion for every spell he cast, the more difficult it is to create the desired form for his magic, resulting in deformed and weak spells.

He gasps for air yet each time he sought to take a small rest he was attacked by both. He was so exhausted that he dropped to one knee, a branded warrior took the opportunity to attack him, the warrior swung his sword downward, Endal manages to summon a frozen blade and blocked it but the spell was too weak as he was too tired, the sword broke through the icy blade and slashed Endal on the chest. Fortunately the cut was shallow, he summoned a frozen dagger on his right hand and stabbed the attacker on the side of the abdomen, the crazed raider spurt blood. He then kneed Endal to the face knocking him down on his back, the raider knelt with both knees beside Endal's hips, his hands both on his sword intending to stab Endal in his throat. Endal created a layer of ice on his hands and caught the sword by the blade. He struggles to fight against the sword but he was too tired, the tip of the sword drew closer and closer to Endal's throat, a mere inches away.

Suddenly an arrow pierced the raider on it's left eye, he retreated upward off of Endal.

Endal summoned a dagger and stabbed the raider in the left side of his abdomen, dragging the dagger to the other side. His guts dropped from his stomach, spilling blood as it hit ground, the raider fell backwards and died as he tried to recollect his fallen intestines.

Endal took two knees on the ground inhaling and exhaling in a heavy rhythmic pattern. The archeress stood to his side and asked him. "Can you still fight?" She asked, Endal simply nodded gently and slowly stood up.

"I grateful for your aid. I would like to know the one who help me, but unfortunately i suppose it would need to wait. We must slay that beast quickly lest we would lose in a battle of attrition." Endal advice to her. "I agree but easier said than done i fret." She replied.

"it's heart is exposed but it is difficult to hit while it madly flails about" She said to Endal with an irritated expression about her face. A moment not too soon Egon appeared right beside them with axe on his shoulder. "Then i will force it to a still, i only require time of preparation and ones who would safeguard me on the moment of my enchantment." Endal said to the both of them.

Both nodded in agreement and prepared themselves to defend Endal for they all understood that they needed cooperation to defeat this threat once and for all.

However... amongst the chaotic circumstances, the threat to the village of Lynsk and it's people has simply worsened. In the distance a iron clad armored figure with a dark twisted energy whirling about on his malformed arm, eyes burning with blood red aura, the leader of the invaders slowly approaches with malevolent intent. Three dark hooded figures followed him from behind.

They know and understood the ones who are the highest priority to slay, the irritating threat to their assault.

Daskrig joins the onslaught.

- A note from R.D Gala.

I apologize for the long over due update of the web novel, for i was rendered sick for the past few months, i was also advised to take rest as much as possible. However i am feeling elated of sickness lately and would do my best to update weekly.

Thank for your understanding and forgiveness should you choose to forgive at all, I wish to continue this journey as long as i am able.