NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 183 Darkness (7)
The girls settled in a circle around the crackling fire, their faces illuminated by the flames. Conversation flowed with contagious energy as they shared their views of the event and discussed the characteristics of the titans they had faced. Every detail was meticulously examined and commented on, from their imposing stature to the ferocity of their attacks.
Minutes passed, and just as the sun began to dip below the horizon, Edward returned to the shelter with a load of freshly obtained meat. Eleanor took the meat and began to roast it, the tempting aroma of the barbecue soon filled the air, stimulating the senses of everyone present.
As the embers crackled and the meat slowly browned, a comfortable silence settled among them, broken only by the soft sound of the cooking food. With a sigh, I stood up and expressed my desire to take a shower to freshen up.
I walked towards the small river I had spotted earlier, noticing how the murmur of the water became more audible as I approached. The stream meandered gently among the rocks, offering a serene and comforting sight.
Finally, I reached a place where the rocks formed a sort of natural alcove, perfect for hiding from prying eyes. With a sigh of anticipation, I removed my clothes, stepped into the crystal-clear waters, feeling the coolness of the liquid embrace my tired skin.
My eyes were tired, for some reason, I felt very sleepy, I found myself very comfortable, I adjusted my sword and a firm, smooth stone, closing my eyes, the place was very quiet, the only thing that could be heard was the water flowing as it crashed against the rocks.
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In the midst of this tense atmosphere, a solemn voice echoed in every corner of the battlefield: "The House of Snows and the House of Flowers have fallen in battle! The House of Flowers has been completely exterminated! The House of Snows has been forced to retreat urgently from the battlefield.
It is reported that the being known as Crimson the Ancient has disappeared from the battlefield moments after the fall of the House of Flowers!
A deathly silence descended upon the battlefield, the soldiers hesitated as they witnessed the dark omen looming over them. A red, ominous, and sinister cloud slowly moved towards the place where they stood, the smell of blood was extremely strong. The messenger's words echoed in their minds, sending shivers down their spines and making them feel the chill.
They watched as the blood cloud spread, dyeing the battlefield with a crimson mantle.
Crimson, a humanoid creature of white color, a figure shrouded in the aura of blood. Beneath his feet, the ground transformed into a sea of red ink. From the depths of the disturbed soil, grotesque and macabre figures began to emerge.
They were not living people, but corpses reanimated by the power of blood. The soldiers and mages fallen in battles of the two houses, Snows and Flowers, now returned to life in a grotesque parody of their former existence.
Some were mutilated, with limbs torn off or bodies disfigured by mortal wounds; others showed signs of having been devoured by unknown creatures, with bites marking their pale and decomposed skin.
And even more terrifying was the sight of those who no longer had flesh covering them, turned into skeletons dressed in tattered skins. Their eyes, sunken and dull, reflected an infinite darkness as they advanced with clumsy and wavering steps towards their former comrades, now turned into enemies.
With each passing minute, the clumsy steps of the undead turned into a frenzied charge. What was once an endless sea of darkness was now also tinged with crimson red, as if the waters themselves were impregnated with the blood spilled in past battles.
The soldiers, shaken from their initial daze, watched with growing fear as the number of enemies multiplied before their eyes, stretching endlessly along the horizon.
Surrounded on all sides, with the enemy in front of them and lurking on the horizon, they took a few steps back, feeling the overwhelming weight on their shoulders. However, the firm and authoritative voice of the general broke the silence with a clear and direct order: "Hold the line, soldiers!"
His words resonated in the hearts of the warriors. "Divisions from 10 to 20, defend and fight against the red creatures," ordered the general without hesitation, outlining a strategy to contain the onslaught of the undead.
With a renewed sense of urgency, the soldiers divided according to the orders received and began to advance towards the red river that snaked through the battlefield. Armed with courage, they prepared to face the hellish creatures approaching.
With icy indifference, Crimson's red eyes watched the advance of the Dragon House legion. Raising his pale-as-snow hand, he clenched his fist. At that moment, the fine bloody mist began to emerge from the surrounding air, moving in a chaotic and precise manner at the same time. Your next chapter awaits on My Virtual Library Empire
The mist insidiously seeped through the pores of the soldiers' bodies, enveloping them in its invisible embrace. An ominous sensation seized them, a pressure that intensified with each passing second. They felt their bodies swelling alarmingly, as if they were being inflated from within.
With wide eyes, they tried to comprehend what was happening, but before they could articulate a word of warning, reality struck them squarely. A wave of agony coursed through their bodies as they realized that something terrible was occurring. There were no organs inside them, only a torrent of blood filling them to the brim.
And then, one by one, as if they were balloons reaching their breaking point, the soldiers began to burst into a rain of blood. The battlefield was painted with the eerie hues of death as the shattered bodies fell to the ground.
The blood filtered into the air, turning into a fine red mist. The other soldiers froze as they watched their comrades die as easily as if they were mere ants. The creatures reanimated by the blood kept running frenetically towards the remaining half of the legion. Ariel's eyes filled with despair, and the small flame inside her quickly extinguished.
The little hope she had faded as quickly as it had come. "Are we going to die?" she thought internally.