Chapter 253 - 255: Sorin Vs. Thelen

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Chapter 253: Chapter 255: Sorin Vs. Thelen "Formation complete," one of the lead captains shouts. "Activating fortress stance!" Dozens of glowing sigils ignite across the front line. Mana flows like veins of light through the connected shields, fusing them into a barrier the height of a two-story house. Spells and arrows from the city walls rain down, but each projectile crashes harmlessly against the wall—sparking, scattering, or simply bouncing off the layered enchantments. From behind that advancing wall, monster soldiers pour forth. Archers fire from protected slots, launching wave after wave of black-feathered bolts. Warbeasts snarl and rush forward, covered by their handlers, and infantry march with perfect discipline. The monsters push forward without a single casualty. "They’re holding well," Lay mutters beside Sorin, watching the battle unfold through his mana-visor. Sorin’s eyes stay locked on the advancing tide. "Good. Keep them steady." On the city walls, human commanders bark out frantic orders. Mages reposition. New spell circles begin forming. A second wave of spells launches—larger, more desperate this time. A wave of flame roars from the north tower, targeting the advancing left flank. A chain of water blades follows, arcing down in precise timing. From the center tower, a thunderstrike spell descends like a falling star. But the shield wall adjusts. "Left column, reinforce! Elevate formation!" the shield captain roars. The front left shields angle upward just as the fire hits. The flames wash over the enchanted barrier in a river of orange, but the runes flash and hold. The water blades split against the slanted plates, carving deep grooves but doing no real damage. The thunderstrike slams down with a boom—but the shield line digs in, crouching low, legs braced. The ground cracks, but not a single soldier falls. Ruva watches with wide eyes. "They didn’t even flinch... So this is what war really looks like." A loud snap echoes through the air. The two siege weapons charge again—magic cores pulsing bright as sunlight. "Brace!" Lay yells. A beam of fire and a massive boulder launch in rapid succession—one after the other—scorching the battlefield with pure destruction. This time, the target is the main gate itself. The twin impacts strike like divine judgment. The gate, already trembling from sabotage and internal pressure, doesn’t stand a chance. Wood, steel, and mana-reinforced stone detonate outward, vaporized in a burst of flame and crushed by the immense impact. The resulting explosion creates a gaping wound in the wall wide enough to ride a dragon through. From within, a shockwave of panic rolls through the human defenders. "They’ve broken through!" a panicked voice cries atop the rampart. "The gate is gone!" "All units, defensive stance!" the city general shouts, unsheathing his blade. "Archers—focus fire on the breach! Hold the line!" But it’s too late. A monstrous war horn bellows. The monsters storm the city. The shield-bearers peel off to either side, opening the gap. The frontline charge begins—not with chaos, but thunderous discipline. First wave, hulking beastmen, thick-skinned and armored, wielding heavy maces and rune-hammers. They charge through the broken gate, smashing the first line of defenders before they even stabilize formation. Shields splinter. Bones break. Screams erupt. Second wave, agile skirmishers—lupine hunters, shadowy fanged warriors, twin-dagger assassins. They dart through alleys and over fallen debris, weaving between burning carts and dead soldiers like shadows. Third wave, the heavy infantry. Towering ogres, orcs, and mutated giants crash through the breach with crushing force, their weapons cleaving multiple soldiers at once. From the rooftops, human mages begin counterattacking. A bolt of lightning streaks downward, striking a hulking monster dead-on. But then—he stands back up. Half his face is scorched. His eyes still burn with mana. He roars and charges again. Up above— —more monsters climb the walls. Arachne’s scuttle up the masonry with impossible speed, claws scraping stone. Reptilian raiders leap from siege ladders, their scimitars igniting mid-air. Flying creatures—bat-winged and howling—carry lighter warriors over the ramparts. The city walls, once a proud bastion, become a slaughterhouse. Then— From the scorched sky above, five human figures descend like burning comets—trailing blue and silver streaks of mana. Their presence hits like a shockwave. Each one radiates raw, crushing pressure—Tier 5 auras flaring to life as they spread out across the air above the broken gate. Sorin lifts her head, eyes narrowing. Five Tier 5s. A moment later, Lay steps beside her, sword drawn and expression calm despite the enemy’s arrival. "They’ve arrived," he says, eyes narrowing. "Mid to high Tier 5s, judging by the mana output." Sorin’s voice cuts through the tension—calm, precise. "Alert everyone. Be ready." Lay nods, then turns to the three monster commanders gathered behind them—each one pulsing with battle-ready intent. Their armor is reinforced with runic plates, their eyes locked on the enemy above. Sorin steps forward, eyes locked on the sky as the five human Tier 5s hover above the gate like avenging spirits. Wind howls around them, stirred by the sheer force of their mana alone. She lifts a hand. "Lay, Dravak, Ilin, Korr," she says without turning. "Engage and eliminate." The four commanders nod without hesitation. "We’ll handle them," says Dravak, a broad-shouldered brute with black-scaled skin and molten veins glowing through his armor. "Leave none standing." Lay draws his blade, mana humming along its length like a storm held barely in check. "Pick your target and don’t get distracted. These aren’t rookies." Sorin’s eyes flick to Ruva, who stands at her side, clutching her staff tightly. "Ruva." Her voice is firm. "Stay close. As long as I can see you, you’re free to do as you wish. Understood?" Ruva gulps but nods. "Got it. I won’t go far, I promise." Sorin smiles faintly. "Good." Then she launches into the sky. Mana surges under her feet in a brilliant blue spiral as she rises fast, wind whipping around her coat and hair. The moment she clears the smoke and debris, one of the Tier 5 humans spots her and breaks formation—soaring directly toward her with a flash of silver armor and a greatsword crackling with lightning. Their auras clash mid-air. The sky trembles. Below, the other four Tier 5s dive toward Sorin’s commanders. The battlefield splits as five duels explode across the sky, each one a spectacle of speed, force, and raw magic. Above the ruined gate— Sorin meets her opponent head-on. He’s older. Mid-forties maybe. A veteran with white in his temples and calm fury in his eyes. His name is Commander Thelen, from the Empire. He doesn’t waste time. A crack of thunder explodes as Commander Thelen thrusts his hand forward. A massive lance of lightning forms mid-air—Tier 5 Skill: Stormpike Manifest—and hurls toward Sorin like a divine judgment. Sorin vanishes. A burst of compressed wind marks where she stood, and in the blink of an eye, she reappears behind him—dagger drawn, a ribbon of silver mana trailing in her wake. Tier 4 Skill: Gale Step. Thelen reacts fast, twisting mid-air and swinging his greatsword in a wide arc. Lightning bursts from the blade’s edge—Tier 4 Skill: Arc Cleave—forcing Sorin to pull back just before impact. The shockwave rips through the sky, sending thunder echoing across the battlefield. "You dodge well," Thelen says, voice sharp, cold. Sorin didn’t respond, she flips her dagger once, then flicks her free hand. The wind howls in a tightening spiral. Tier 5 Skill: Wind Cage. Air compresses and curves around Thelen like a collapsing vortex, dragging his limbs and blade off-balance. He struggles to stabilize his flight. And Sorin is already on him. Her dagger flashes like a comet—Tier 5 Skill: Spiral Pierce—a wind-augmented thrust that seeks the joint in his armor. Thelen channels lightning through his entire body—Tier 5 Skill: Living Conduit—discharging a pulse of electricity in all directions. The force sends Sorin flying backward, smoke trailing from her shoulder. She twists mid-air, absorbing the momentum and flipping once before leveling out. She grits her teeth. "You’re not some half-assed Tier 5," she mutters. "That’s good." She exhales slowly. The wind gathers around her once more, not as a storm—but as a blade. Sorin doesn’t hesitate. She raises both hands—and her mana erupts. Three distinct pulses detonate outward in rapid succession, sending shockwaves through the air as her aura expands tenfold. Tier 5 Skill: Storm Veil. A barrier of swirling wind wraps around her like an untouchable mantle, distorting her outline with constant movement. Tier 5 Skill: Tempest Edge. Her dagger extends with invisible wind blades, turning every movement into a multi-layered slash. Tier 5 Skill: Gale Drive. Her speed doubles, and for an instant, the air seems to tear as she vanishes again, flickering between currents like a living phantom. Thelen’s eyes go wide. "What...?" His mana flares in response—desperate and sharp. He activates his own buff: Tier 5 Skill: Thunder Crest. Electric arcs crackle and solidify around his frame, forming jagged armor of living lightning, boosting his strength and reflexes. But compared to Sorin’s triple-activated aura, it’s thin. Unbalanced. He stares at her as she hangs effortlessly in the air, body wrapped in storms, silver eyes glowing with predatory calm. "You... you’ve activated three Tier 5 buffs at once?!" he barks. Sorin says nothing. Her dagger spins once in her fingers before vanishing into a sheath of wind. Thelen shouts, incredulous—rage mixing with fear. "How does a monster have more Tier 5 skills than me?! I’m with the Empire—the strongest force on this continent! This has to be bluff—no, this is fake!" Sorin’s voice cuts through the wind like a blade. "Then try to stop me." She shoots forward. A sonic boom rips through the air—she’s moving faster than before. Thelen barely brings his sword up in time. Clang! Her dagger collides with his blade, but the aftershock throws him back through the air like a ragdoll. He crashes into an invisible wall of pressure—Wind Cage still active—bouncing off it like an insect against glass.

Chapter 253 - 255: Sorin Vs. Thelen

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