A flick of his wrist. That was all it took for the dogkin warriors on the ground to suddenly rise into the sky one after the other, yanked upward. Var’Zhul knew perfectly well that these melee elite warriors had no business flying: all of it was the doing of that one entity he had no chance of understanding.
But instead of panicked screams, instead of flailing, there was only… cheering?
“Hahaha! Our little princess sure picked an amazing man for herself!” one bellowed.
“I heard she threw herself at him like a loose slut- I mean she was very adamant about her choice!”
“She knew what she wanted and went for it! Such is the way of the dogkin people, there is no shame about being very direct! Haha!”
“Aye! The future of our people is bright if they tie the knot for real!” another barked, whistling loudly while ascending into the skies.
“To think we’d get to fly in our old age! Truly, the young ones are missing out!”
Their voices were filled with joy as they reveled in the chaos, their words carrying across the battlefield with a volume and tone that reminded Var’Zhul of when his children were young and having fun playing.
Then, a sharp feminine voice cut through their excitement. She sounded ashamed.
“S-shut up, dumb geezers! I order you to cease yapping about me and my past actions!”
Var’Zhul turned, his eyes locking onto the source.
There she was, white hair flowing behind her as she rode one of those eerie moonlit steeds, its shimmering form practically untouched by the dust and grime of war.
Kitsara.
It clicked immediately. Vargis’ adopted foxkin daughter. The princess of the dogkin people.
That meant…
His stomach twisted.
That meant…
“Fuck.”
The masked monster married into the dogkin royal family, or at least was about to. That explained the sheer insanity of all this. The audacity. The strange tactics. The fact that the attackers were a group that was made up of different races that would never cooperate under normal circumstances without slave collars being strapped around many throats.
The dogkin warriors laughed at Kitsara’s reaction, offering exaggerated salutes even as they were pulled higher into the sky.
“As you command, Princess!”
“We shall cease our praises, Princess!”
Kitsara huffed with her lush tail flicking in clear irritation. Even in war, they wouldn’t stop teasing her.
Then, something strange happened. Two trails of radiant light streaked across the battlefield, traveling toward Kitsara, originating from somewhere within Emberfang’s buildings. They twisted and coiled before reaching her, dodging obstacles in their path. After reaching their destination, they merged seamlessly into her form.
In an instant, two new tails sprouted behind her.
A Nine-Tailed Sorceress!
Var’Zhul clenched his fists. Had she been one this entire time? His reports said the Chieftain Vargis adopted a foxkin baby about fifty years ago, but there was no information about her class… Was this how the dogkin infiltrated Emberfang so thoroughly? Had she been the unseen dagger slipping past their defenses?
His questions went unanswered, but there was no time to dwell on them as a second explosion came.
Unlike the first, which had heralded the attack, this was a different signal.
A retreat.
The attackers fled. They soared past the city walls.
Var’Zhul sprinted for the nearest battlement, his claws gouging into the stone as he hauled himself up. Frustration roiled through his blood, and his breath came out in growls.
Should he allow his aerial units to give chase? The numbers would be on the side of the lionkin… but he didn’t feel confident.
The enemies had too many tricks under their belts. If they were ready to run, then so be it. He had other issues to deal with. As such, instead of sending the hundred or so aerial units he had under his command after them, he called the soldiers back to deal with the freed beasts rummaging through Emberfang.
His eyes narrowed into fiery slits as he watched the fifty or so enemies land just beyond the reach of any javelin. They evidently weren’t ready to make a full-on retreat just yet.
Why?! Why pull back now? Why give them the chance to clear up the giant mess they managed to create despite their meager numbers? It made no sense.
Sure, the enemies would’ve suffered heavy losses if they didn’t pull out now, but it’s not like their situation will be better if Var’Zhul and his men are given time to restrict the beasts and collect their ranks. The best bet of the masked man and his allies was to fight to the last drop of blood, using the beasts and giant chaos to their advantage.
Var’Zhul didn’t understand the intents of his enemies, and it infuriated him. He snarled as he scanned the field. The silvery steeds that had carried them aloft were disintegrating, their magic fading.
The lithe sorceress lifted her hands.
A tremor of magic surged through the air.
Cannons appeared.
Var’Zhul had to blink.
Cannons?
“What the fuck?!”
Despite his heavy blinking, reality showed no mercy. No matter how many times his eyelids closed and opened, the sight before him did not change. Enormous silvery constructs, shimmering with the radiance of moonlight, materialized.
Their barrels were aimed directly at Emberfang’s walls.
Var’Zhul barely had time to curse before the beams fired.
Blasts of silver energy struck the fortified stone, shaking the walls to their very foundations.
The walls held, but for how long?
“DUCK!” someone screamed.
Var’Zhul instinctively dropped low, pressing himself against the battlement. Debris scattered and dust filled the air. He gritted his teeth, waiting, listening.
After each cannon had let loose a beam attack, the barrage had ceased. “Cooldown…? They must consume insane amounts of mana…” Var’Zhul muttered as slowly, carefully, he lifted his head just enough to peer over the ledge.
And there, in the open field, stood the masked one.
Not charging. Not attacking.
Just standing there.
And when he saw Var’Zhul, the bastard had the audacity to wave at him.
A friendly, casual wave.
Var’Zhul’s blood boiled.
The masked one spread his arms wide as if about to embrace the wind. He left the group and slowly began walking towards Emberfang with calm, measured steps. It was as if he had no care in the world.
The horrible fucker of a monster had the dared to wink at him playfully.
Then, his hands came together above his head in a diver’s pose.
He sprinted for a few seconds before he jumped. It was as if he thought he was on the cliff of a mountain and wanted to dive into the body of water standing below him.
There were no mountains or bodies of water anywhere near him.
Not caring for Var’Zhul’s lack of understanding, he went higher and higher, his Strength stat carried him high into the air.
And then, he turned downward.
Like a master diver leaping from a cliff, he aimed himself toward the earth.
And the earth parted before him.
The ground swallowed him whole, opening up like a maw to receive its master.
The dirt mole was ready to get back to work.
It was coming at Var’Zhul and his city once again.
And he was about to tear Emberfang apart from below.
The silvery cannons reloaded.
Chaos was descending.
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