Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty Seven - 227Thangle rushed up the ladder in the rain, fast enough that the entire thing wobbled precariously. He weighed little, but the Gnome was frantic; the people in the camp were dying by the dozen, engulfed in white fire that the defenders were not stopping. He couldn'the wouldn'tlet it continue and after guiding the Untempered into the fortified warehouses, he rushed to the wall. He was an Illusionist, but he was an Augmenter first and foremost. He couldn't kill swathes of enemies, but he could support the defenders.
He just couldn't do it from the ground.
Thangle gritted his teeth, muscling down his fear. Cool, violet Mana flowed in and out of his channels, circulating as if ready for battle, spurred by the unpredictable, folding geometry of his spinning core. A sudden crash echoed through the earth, making the ladder jump beneath him. Thangle lost grip, and was flung into the air.
"AHH!"
A hand nearly the size of his face caught him, and Thangle looked up at the bristling mustache of Trendle. "Aye, don't kill yourself Thangle," he said, rough but kindly. He hauled the tiny Gnome up onto the wall as the ladder fell to the cobbles below.
"I assure you, I was not planning on it," Thangle managed, catching his breath. The screams were so much louder atop the wall.
"Good. Don't want to rob them of the chance," Trendle rumbled. Beyond the battlements, entirely too close, monsters filled the street. White-furred monkeys screamed and raged at them, driven onward by the hulking and distant form of some sort of steel golem. Hundreds of the Ghostfire Simians were funneling down the three interconnecting streets, and only the barriers and debris they'd built up and installed on the roads had slowed them down. That and the enchantments on their Fiend-built wall were the only reason they were all still alive.
More of that spectral fire flew up at the battlements, and Thangle felt his guts clench. A hue and cry rose, many of the Tin Ranks shouting out in unison. Sigils shone a vivid blue-white beneath their feet, and a series of transparent shields emerged from the wall. The shields extended up and over the combatants, blocking many of the fireballs, but they were patchwork at best. Thangle watched in horror as a number slipped through and detonated.
Screams tore across the wall as bodies were incinerated and the white-furred monkeys made huge, bounding leaps up and onto the sparking shields. Their own fire limned their bodies, but their eyes were black and soulless, without fear or pain. Thangle saw it all as if he were detached from his own body, unable to think, unable to act.
He saw Heva, the Hobgoblin grandmother wielding her fiery thread in frantic, defensive loops. He saw the Goblin, Merk standing next to her, furiously scribing lime-green sigils into the air. Cade and Stellis were there too, swinging their huge weapons, pushing back a few of the Ghostfire Simians. But not enough. More were coming, they were flooding through the streets despite their chokepoint. The camp couldn't hold.
*KASHAAAA*
Arrows imbued with green-gold life Mana exploded above the battlements, raining shards of imbued wood down on the charging line of monsters. Simians reared back in pain, their spectral flames no protection against whatever Skill had attacked them.
"Rally!" the red-beared Karp screamed. The sound swept across the wall like an alarm, fueled by his Mana and likely Stamina. Thangle felt his Mind abruptly realigned with his Body, just in time to see a fading notification.
Status Condition: Crises of Faith removed!
Avet's blackened teeth! Thangle fumed. "You don't touch my head, monsters!" He screamed, and his Mana twisted through the folded geometries within his core. He lifted his small hands and thrust them forward. "Forged Calm!"
Purple vapor poured from his hands, spilling out over the edge of the battlements and out into the fight. Thangle leveraged his Willpower and Intelligence, pushing more Mana than usual into the working. Within a forty foot radius, he felt target after target fall under his influence, their primal snarls fading to indifferent slumps. The rain hissed in the relative quiet, sizzling against the flames.
"Good man!" Trendle cried out. "Fire at will!"
Thangle's concentration was barely broken by the shots that rang out, Sparkbolts and Ice Arrows as well as physical projectiles that rained onto the vicious beasts. Melee fighters like Cade and Stellis carved the defenseless monkeys apart, aiming for exposed necks and eyes, anything that wasn't protected by their thick pelt and fiery magic. Apprentice Tier weapons proved their mettle, as the beasts died by the score, each one a small ping on his notifications list, a tiny bit of experience that trickled into his core with each assisted kill.
No more than thirty seconds later, Thangle fell gasping to the ground as he lost the Will to hold it.
"That's good enough. Thank ye," said a voice nearby, and Thangle looked up to see the Dwarven trainer move past thim. Trendle smiled through his huge mustache and put his hands out along the wall's sigils.
"Second Wind!"
A rush of yellow energy surged along the battlements and those defending it. Thangle even felt his own meager reserves of Stamina refresh.
"Ah thank ye too, Trendle," Rory said with a grin. "I'll put it to good use."
"I'm sure you will, sir," Trendle replied flexing his wide, rounded shoulders. "I"
"Blind gods, what is that?" Rory asked, in such concern that Thangle couldn't help but look up. He was short, even for a Gnome, but it was hard to miss the sight of Ghostfire Simians being launched in the air by a figure.
"I can see them! It's the Hand! Cal is with them!" Trendle shouted in joy, but Thangle only felt a terrible sorrow clench at him.
Trapped in one of the side streets is the Hand, along with several bedraggled people Thangle recognizes as friends and leaders. He spotted Evie, Vess, and that mage Atar all laid out on some floating bed, while the rest sent Skills careening around themselves.
"They're trapped," Rory growled, pointing. "They came up from the sewers and got cut off. We need to help!"
They're fighting a desperate battle, though they're strong. Thangle saw dozens of enemies falling before them, split apart or riven with lightning and shadow. But illusions taught him how to see true, and there was no hiding how worn they looked. As if every one of them had been sent through that damn Gauntlet with a blindfold on: wrung out of their last drop of Stamina and likely Mana too.
The Hand himself was a blur, but he took as many hits as he delivered. Thangle could see he was wearing out. Even a tiny stream can bore through a mountain, given enough time, and the Hand was a monolith ripe to fall.
Yet they were in no better position. The monsters, previously hurt by Thangle's control Skill, were now reassembling as more monkeys pushed down the avenues. And now giant armored insects joined the fray, ones that were nearly as tall as the wall itself. They'd only ever managed to push it up a score span, and they were in reach of the monsters' scythe-like claws.
Wretches, he recognized, feeling his hopes gutter out in his chest. All of them over level forty. We're doomed.
An almighty crash sounded, just beyond the obstructed roads. It was loud enough that it briefly drowned out the sound of fighting, distracting enough that everyone, monster included, seemed to pause and look...
Then a winged shape burst in a flash of white light, tackling into a distant, ice-blue figure and ripping them into the sky.
"It's the chimera!" someone shouted.
"The tenku!"
"...Fiend!"
"The Fiend!"
"The Fiend!"
A powerful cheer tore from the battlements as a forest of stone spikes impaled a fifty span swath of enemies, killing every single one instantly. Thangle couldn't help his own heart from racing in terror and hope.
Felix!
Felix dropped Stone Shaping and ignored the kill notifications. The monsters around him were nothing, not even the Reforged, tough as they were.
He only had eyes for the Arcid.
"You fool! You've come to your death!" Sphere bellowed, his arms and legs grasping at the ice-armored Reforged around him. "Kill the pathetic Challenger!"
Several of the Reforged charged at Felix, along with a slew of monkeys. Felix flared Unfettered Volition and his movements, already so smooth and clear, became greased lightning. There was no space between thought and action, no lag or latency. HIs Mind burned, and his Body was the flame. Momentum built within him and Felix was a train of inertia plowing through the Ghostfire Simians, his talons and sheer mass tearing through their weak bodies in showers of gore. Then the Reforged loomed ahead.
Sovereign of Flesh!
His form broke and reformed into sleek black scales traced by glowing cyan lines. He dropped falling into a slide down through the approaching Reforged's legs and simultaneously swiping both talons out. Resistance met his Essence fed claws, but the ice, metal and flesh parted before him like paper. The Reforged fell.
Felix popped back to his feet, barely slowed, Unfettered Volition raging. He met the charge of another ice-warrior, head on.
Upheaval Before You!
The Essence of Calamity raged through his core as Sovereign of Flesh flared, and Felix's hands exploded in size. His talons elongated and the bone spurs along the back of his hands speared outward, shearing through the Risi-turned-zombie-golem.