Arrows whistled overhead, striking and missing Variants all around. The elite that guarded this fort, Wentiska, crossed his arms as his archers fired tirelessly.
"Hey! See that girl? Defenders, run up and shield her from the attack. She is wearing gold and white, this isn't her war. Beast masters," he turned to the pens. "Ready a Sky Beast for her, then take her straight to Noraqatul."
Variants heeded his orders. Heavily armored combatants stepped forward, inviting the frightened trooper into their walls.
She darted right past them and through the crowd. Once she was on the other side of it all, Wentiska cried out war. Which was echoed in the battle cries of furious warriors.
They rushed towards Conqueror, and Conqueror returned the favor. Neither side was willing to back down, not until the other was dead.
Bombs fired from Sky Beast back lit up the ground and skies, causing smoke to cloud their vision. Flames dropped onto the unfortunate Infinus fighters and arrows quickly rained onto them.
Yanas, daughter of Kas, next in the Ornavi legacy, turned around. She felt a hand lift her up and force her onto the back of a Sky Beast. The chaos of war reminded her of the last time she saw Kas.
Desperate but committed to fight until fighting was not an option. The beast beneath her kicked up from the ground, then sped away as fast as it could do.
Wentiska levitated slightly off the ground, bringing his arms to his core. Then he charged out the gates. He met the first row of Conqueror attackers with a powerful blast.
Bones shattered, and armor blackened from the blast. Allowing his forces to advance forward, only to be struck down by Unuwkus.
He turned to the skies, trying to figure out where all these giant quills came from. Then he saw six Weavers dancing closer to them.
Vile blues cackled with nature's unkept fury, diving towards the fort to dismantle their numbers. Muscles tensed up and slight actions gave all Variants slight shocks.
Letting his men take care of these Weavers would be suicide, so he took up the test. Darting across the open field of chaos and mayhem all around.
Infinus clashed their weapons against a row of defenders, which lowered their shields to allow Ferals to pounce and drag warriors behind them. Upon seeing their techniques, many adepted to them accordingly.
One attacking one would be death, so three swung at once. One to invite the defenders out of their shields, the next to strike at the Feral, then the third to kill the defender.
Which was successful, the tide was turning. At least it was until Unuwku quills rained from above, penetrating armor and killing dozens of warriors in the process.
Wentiska gritted his teeth as he took flight beside the Voltaic Weaver, then he opened his arms causing a furious explosion to break the electric flow for a moment.
But once the blast disappeared, the Weaver regerenated what it lost. So he paused, allowing the Weaver to turn around and take aim for him. When it charged, he charged his Third Rule.
Moments before impact, he unleashed a semi-nuclear explosion. Causing the Weaver to disappear completely and sending flyers off balance.
Seeing this as an opportunity to push forward, Infinus did so. Arrows flew overhead and landed into their enemy. Injuring just enough to let them take a couple steps forward.
Explosions pushed them back, killing many with a few blasts. As they continued to force each other back, the only other sound they could hear that was not the sound of war.
Was the sound of badly injured Variants begging for a mercy kill. They did not want to die slowly, if there was a shard of good Will in their enemies, let them end their suffering.
Scalers leapt over the front line, skipping out on most of the fighting. They tried making it to the fort in order to strike at their archers. However, they landed on sharp tips and frenzied warriors.
Causing many to lose their lives within moments of touching the ground. Except for the rare few who survived. They continued forward, leaping onto the walls and inside.
Archers drew back their arrows and struck them in different places. However, the adrenaline mixed with fear drove the six Ferals that made it in to forgetting their injuries.
Some defending forces drew out a knife just in case the fight became physical. Which was a massive mistake. All six pushed towards them at once, butchering their arms and fingers.
Out of desperation, an archer twisted a cannister then prepared to throw it at them. Only to see one of the Ferals was about to pounce on him. The second they collided, the explosion went off.
Nearly taking out most of their stationed archers above. Stone crumbled as the walls collapsed, revealing more of the inside reserves.
Wentiska gritted his teeth as he took down the fourth Weaver. He turned his attention to the situation below. Rows upon rows of thousands upon thousands of Conqueror forces stormed closer.
In an attempt of weakening their ranks, he charged up the biggest explosion he could muster up. The strength fled from his arms and the commitment to his Third Rule was tested.
The moment he got between flyer level and ground forces level, he unleashed the biggest blast he could've possibly made. Big enough to level hundreds of attackers and dozens of beasts.
Cemtrin and Sarorin laid scorched and dead over the bodies of their masters and allies. Unuwkus and Sky Beasts tumbled right out of the skies.
Even the incoming, Infinus reinforcements saw the blast. Forcing them all to cover their eyes unless they wanted to be blinded.
But now with his strength drained from his body, Wentiska knew he had to retreat. So he looked around for a safe exit, only to lock eyes with a skeleton that rose from the ashes.
Hitirus manifested himself from the destruction, regaining all aspects of himself back within the second. The battle was not over, not until Infinus was destroyed. Beginning with Wentiska.