From the north, west and southern regions hordes of C and D - Class demons and monsters surrounded the area.
Rokhan's set of troops were led by his two clones while he served as their captain's vanguard. Next to Matthew is Malik barking out orders to the troops.
Vannifar and Hawk each led their troops to the defense of the immediate area. With Vannifar at the south and Hawk at the north.
Chaos ensued.
Upon joining the ranks of the military once more, Malik couldn't help but smile.
While being an adventurer was fun, he liked the sound of battling demons even more.
The reason is his personal grudge against these creatures. Orphaned and alone he was raised by a powerful 5th Circle Sorcerer. This said sorcerer sacrificed himself for Malik's own life.
Their captain bringing him to the frontlines was a pleasant surprise. This meant that he could finally let loose.
"Captain!" Malik was unusually cheery for someone in the battlefield.
"What is it Malik?"
"I can go all out right?"
"Do it."
Spells require chants, memorization, a connection to the element of choice if any and enough mana to truly bring it out.
"Agua, Vonda, Vand. Come to me o precious water"
A long chant usually equates to a powerful spell.
"I call thee the gods of water, Oceanos, Poseidon, Alpheius, Anaphos.
With all my power I promise their destruction.
Come make them beg. Put these useless fools asunder.
Come. Make them beg, Bring my foes underwater!"
This mantra was repeated for about 10 minutes. There were a few more sentences and stanzas in between but this was the gist of it.
Using fire spells against demons who bathe in it is a bad idea. This is the reason why in his journey as a sorcerer Malik the son of a fire mage decided to go for the element of water.
[Tsunami]
A tidal wave, a tsunami. It engulfed the entirety of the western area near the fort.
It killed almost half of the hundreds of demons on that side of the battlefield.
With a single spell and materials costing 4 or 5 pieces of gold. At the center of the battle those who came from the west were demolished.
The best part is that he wasn't done yet.
"Casting division, follow my lead."
Malik ordered out as his entire division of 20 spell-casters channeled their mana.
"To my front is a horde that needs to see the light, behold the power of Lightning's might. HEED MY CALL O MASTER OF LIGHT, BEHOLD THE THUNDER, BEHOLD HIS MIGHT. COME ! COME!
MUNJA! BLYKSEM! LYN!"
They all cast the same spell, as if to taunt the demons already covered in water. A spell known simply as [Lightning Strike].
With 21 casters, the remaining forces on the western side were snuffed out.
The battle continued but the soldiers came out with renewed vigor. Malik almost fell to the ground as a mage from his troupe caught him.
"Great work Malik, rest up. It's my turn now."
He watched as the familiar set of white puppets followed his captain.
"Of course. I was simply setting up the stage for you!"
"The lot of you, join Vannifar at the southern region! Rokhan and I are enough back up for those in the north, we will not fall in a single night!"
The soldiers charged, the spellcasters sent out their spells and the archers shot their arrows.
Fear is for those who know no glory, they all volunteered for various reasons. Be it for family, for glory or simply for money.
Whatever the cause may be none of them were forcefully drafted, this is a fate that they all foresaw coming. This is war and they struck the first blow with Malik's [Tsunami].
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Gavin and his crew followed the clone of Rokhan as the battle continued. The display of Malik the sorcerer showed him the gap between him and his former friend.
He hadn't even seen Matthew and the strength of his allies had already intimidated him.
These people were simply on another level, a level he could only wish to achieve in the future.
He watched as a set of white puppets moved around the Sergeant.
Like a dance of some sort, the puppets moved in harmony. Killing the very same monsters that he struggled to fight and keep up with.
If the gap between him and the clone of Rokhan was a raging river that seemed deadly to cross, then the gap between him and Matthew is an insurmountable wall. Like a mountain, to this said mountain he is but a wild animal an injured rabbit with no way to climb it.
With his 4 swords he moved next to Rokhan, asserting that he exists.
"I AM NOT WEAK!" He shouted out as he charged.
In a blind rage he charged at the demonic forces with malice that could only come from someone that was desperate. Desperate to prove his existence, desperate to show that he was also talented.