Chapter 88: The Final Battle

Chapter 88: The Final Battle

Silvia's POV

The morning air was thick with tension. The city stood silent, awaiting the inevitable storm. Every street, every rooftop, every alley had been prepared for the final stand. Soldiers lined the walls, their armor gleaming under the pale morning sun, their faces hardened with resolve.

Silvia stood atop the central watchtower, gazing over the battlefield. The enemy forces loomed in the distance, a vast sea of banners and sharpened steel. Titan's Remnants had gathered for their last push, their forces now desperate and vengeful.

Dragon stood beside her, his golden eyes flickering with something between excitement and fury. "They're done waiting. This is it."

Garrik joined them, adjusting his gauntlets. "We hold them here, or we die trying. No second chances."

Silvia nodded, gripping the hilt of her sword. "Then we make sure we don't lose."

The Battle Begins

The first wave came with terrifying speed. War horns blared through the air, and suddenly, the enemy forces were charging. Siege towers rolled forward, massive battering rams pounding against the reinforced gates. Catapults hurled flaming projectiles over the walls, setting parts of the city ablaze.

"Archers!" Silvia shouted. "Take them down before they reach the walls!"

A volley of arrows rained down, striking the enemy ranks. Screams filled the battlefield as Titan's forces stumbled, their front lines thrown into disarray. But they kept coming.

The siege towers reached the walls. Ladders slammed against stone, and enemy soldiers began their climb. Silvia unsheathed her blade, taking her position at the front lines.

"Hold the line!" she cried, slashing through the first soldier to reach the top.

The city's defenders fought fiercely. Garrik swung his axe in wide arcs, cutting down enemies two at a time. Tarren fired arrows with deadly precision, covering the soldiers fighting along the walls. Dragon, shifting between his human and monstrous form, tore through the enemy ranks with unmatched ferocity.

But the Remnants were relentless. More siege towers landed, pouring soldiers onto the walls. The main gate cracked under the battering ram's assault, splintering with every strike.

A massive explosion rocked the city's defenses, sending debris flying through the air. Silvia ducked just in time to avoid a jagged piece of stone. The enemy had started using magical artillery, hurling concentrated blasts of energy into the walls.

"They're breaching the gate!" a soldier yelled.

Silvia turned to Dragon. "We need to stop them before they get through!"

He nodded, shifting fully into his monstrous form. "Then let's go."

The Last Stand at the Gate

Silvia and Dragon sprinted through the burning city, reaching the main gate just as it gave way. A flood of enemy soldiers poured through, cutting down defenders in their path.

Garrik rallied his forces. "Push them back! We cannot let them take the city!"

Silvia fought with everything she had. Her blade met steel, her magic surging through her veins as she cast defensive barriers and explosive spells to halt the enemy's advance. Dragon moved like a shadow of death, his claws and fangs tearing through their ranks.

Yet, the Remnants pressed on, their numbers overwhelming. Silvia's muscles screamed with exhaustion, but she refused to back down. She summoned a wall of fire, cutting off one of the invading squads from regrouping, giving her soldiers a moment's reprieve.

Titan soldiers pushed forward, locking shields together as they advanced through the flames. The clash of metal was deafening. Silvia barely had time to react before an enemy blade came for her head. She ducked, countered with a spinning strike, and cut through her opponent's armor. The soldier collapsed, but two more took his place.

Nearby, Garrik roared as he slammed his axe down, cleaving through a Titan warrior's helmet. Blood sprayed, but he barely had time to wipe it from his face before another enemy took his attention. "They just keep coming!"

Silvia dodged an incoming spear thrust, twisting her sword to disarm her attacker before kicking them off balance. "Then we give them more than they can handle!"

The Duel with Castor

Then, through the chaos, she spotted him. Castor Valen—the so-called Heir of Titan. He stood atop a warhorse, his black armor gleaming with golden insignia. His piercing gaze locked onto Silvia.

"So, you're the one standing in my way," he mused, drawing his greatsword.

Silvia tightened her grip on her weapon. "You won't take this city."

Castor smirked. "We'll see about that."

The battle around them seemed to fade as Silvia charged. Castor met her head-on, their blades clashing with thunderous force. The impact sent a shockwave through the battlefield.

He was fast—faster than she expected. Each strike was precise, each move calculated. Silvia dodged, countered, and struck back, but he parried effortlessly. The sheer strength behind his blows sent jolts of pain up her arms.

"You fight well," Castor admitted. "But you're not strong enough."

Silvia grit her teeth. "Watch me."

She summoned her magic, fire surging around her blade. With renewed strength, she pressed forward, forcing Castor onto the defensive. Flames licked at his armor, but he fought back with ruthless efficiency.

Dragon, still battling the Remnants, kept a watchful eye on Silvia. He could feel the danger, the weight of this battle shifting with every strike she exchanged.

The city's fate hung in the balance.

Castor suddenly lunged, his greatsword shrouded in dark energy. Silvia barely blocked in time, the impact sending her skidding backward. He pressed forward, his strikes growing more vicious, aiming for any weakness.

Silvia countered, flipping over his next attack and landing a burning slash across his shoulder. Castor hissed in pain, but instead of faltering, his smirk deepened.

"Not bad," he said, blood dripping from his armor. "But this fight is far from over."

Silvia narrowed her eyes. "Then let's finish it."

She surged forward again, but Castor anticipated her move, sidestepping and slamming the pommel of his greatsword into her ribs. She gasped as the impact sent her reeling, her vision blurring for a moment.

"You're strong, Earthstar," Castor said, circling her like a predator. "But strength isn't enough. It never was. That's why Titan fell. That's why you'll fall too."

Silvia coughed, steadying herself. "Titan fell because it was corrupt. Because men like you thought they were gods."

Castor's smirk darkened. "And what does that make you? A savior? A hero?"

Silvia exhaled, gripping her blade. "No. Just someone who refuses to let monsters like you win."

She feigned a stumble, baiting him in. Castor lunged, and at the last second, Silvia sidestepped, twisting her sword and slamming the enchanted blade into his side. Fire erupted from the wound, the searing heat sending Castor staggering back.

His eyes burned with fury. "You—"

Before he could finish, Dragon leaped onto the battlefield, slamming into Castor with monstrous force, pinning him to the ground. "You talk too much," he growled.

Silvia didn't hesitate. With one final strike, she plunged her sword into Castor's chest, piercing through the dark energy swirling around him.

Castor gasped, his body convulsing as the life drained from his eyes. "No… this isn't… how it ends…"

But it was.

Silvia pulled her sword free as Castor's body went limp. She turned to Dragon, her breathing ragged. "It's over."

He shifted back into his human form, offering her a smirk. "About time."

The battlefield fell silent. The remnants of Titan's forces, seeing their leader fall, began to retreat.

Silvia stood tall, watching as the enemy scattered. Victory was theirs.