Chapter 17: The Sky Cracks Again
The roar of the Vraemorr’s death had barely faded when a new sound split the heavens — a low, keening shriek like reality itself being torn in half.
The sky cracked open.
From the rift above, tendrils of chaotic light reached downward, painting the battlefield in hues of madness. Thunder cracked not from clouds, but from the sky itself. Time seemed to slow. The stars blinked and shifted in patterns no man could read.
“This isn’t over,” whispered Queen Michelle, gripping her warhammer.
“The real battle’s only just begun,” said Sarah grimly.
🧙♂️ Wizards Enter the Fray
From the north hills, emerging through golden portals of light, came the Order of the Binding Flame — human wizards, old and young, clad in robes embroidered with celestial runes. Their leader, Archwizard Caelorin, descended on a disk of wind.
“Sir Salty,” Caelorin said with a nod. “We are late — but not too late.”
Behind him, dozens of spellcasters took position, forming sigils in the air. Fire spiralled. Stone rose. Shields of pure magic shimmered into existence over the surviving men of Virellia.
And from the cracked sky came the enemy.
😈 The Warlocks of Chios
Descending on wings of bone and smoke came the Chios Warlocks — traitors of the old world, once men, now twisted by the Nether.
Their leader, Morvannis the Voidborne, emerged from the rift upon a chariot pulled by screaming spirits. His staff pulsed with an anti-light that swallowed magic around it.
“Fools!” Morvannis cried. “You delay the inevitable. Bow now, and your deaths will be merciful.”
“We don’t do mercy here,” growled Salty, lifting Widowfang.
Morvannis’s laughter crackled like shattering glass.
🌪️ The Sky Becomes a Battleground
As ground warriors fought in mud and fire, the sky turned into a magical tempest. Lightning of blue and red lashed from one side to the other as spell met counterspell.
Archwizard Caelorin raised his staff, channeling a ring of burning suns that shot into the sky, clashing with the shadowspears hurled by Morvannis. Where they met, screams echoed from another realm.
Isabella, protected by a magical dome, picked off airborne demons with precision crossbow shots, while Nyla summoned storm clouds to electrocute warlocks mid-flight.
⚔️ Back on the Ground
On the battlefield, the clash of blades and howls of ogres continued. The Dirty Dozen, empowered by their witchcraft and grit, fought alongside their men with fearsome elegance. Salty led from the front, hacking through a demon knight’s armour like paper.
Suddenly, a Chios Gate Walker appeared behind Salty, blade raised.
But before it struck—
“Behind you, love!”
Queen Sarah unleashed a pulse of sonic energy that shattered the demon’s bones mid-lunge.
Salty turned, nodded, then kissed her roughly amid the carnage.
🧩 The Tides Shift Again
Far above, the magical duel reached its climax.
Morvannis, floating above the rift, began chanting a forbidden incantation — one that would tear open a permanent gate to the Chios realm. Flames bled from the sky. The winds stopped moving. The earth cried out.
But Caelorin was ready.
“Now, wizards! Bind him!”
The Order of the Binding Flame launched their final spell: a golden net of pure order, woven from a thousand incantations, hurled through the skies.
It struck Morvannis.
The warlock shrieked as the net wrapped around him, constricting his soul into dust. He exploded in silence — his body gone, his essence scattered.
📜 But Not Without Cost
The spell tore the rest of the rift apart, closing the sky with a deafening boom — but the effort left many human wizards drained, collapsed, or dead. Caelorin himself fell to one knee.
Sir Salty helped him up.
“The sky is ours,” Salty said grimly. “Now let’s take back the ground.”
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