Chapter 982 Swarms (2)
Skullius saw the swarm descend earnestly, and land right over the frightened civilians who couldn't do anything in the face of the vast tide of living unknown. Their eyes could hardly see the movements of the creatures, and thus, even their response to what occurred next was belated, if it even existed.
The scene devolved into something out of a horror epic. No. Perhaps, for Skullius at least, it reminded him of what happened during the Premium Age Royale, the unseen process that led to the pillar of souls that were dropped into the seal which had been carved on the ground to resurrect Rayn.
As the creatures of green and blue nestled on top of the heads of thousands of Sif in fractions of time unfathomable for the common man, they became bathed in a whitish-pink, starry light that flaked over their victims and caused them to freeze.
The manner in which it happened was rather unnerving. It was almost as though time had stopped over every individual target.
Skullius frowned lightly.
In the next instance, he watched, with a feeling of shock and urgency, the seahorse-like creatures rise up with the speed of shooting stars, below them, ghostly yet fragrant and luminous shapes like bent crystals rising along with them, nabbed from their victims!
Unfortunately, the strength of the victim didn't matter. Even experts were caught in this.
Watching the scene from a broader perspective, like Skullius and Ashema, gave a greater appreciation for the sheer beauty of the disaster.
Thousands of glinting shapes flying upward from the vast Aurora only to vanish when they reached a certain altitude... it was a gorgeous sight, not to mention ironic.
Skullius' head fell to the bodies of the Sif who dropped like logs a micro-moment later.
His eyes narrowed.
He saw the same thing happen again and again in different sections of the Aurora.
'Fascinating...' he thought, disregarding the burning urges from the green, tormenting him with the call to glorious purpose.
Fascinating indeed.
There was no choir of terror from the victims.
They were put at ease by the flakes of light from the blue and green creatures and then extracted from without harm, quite literally.
No Sif was killed or wounded as a result of the actions of the summoned monsters.
The Maqians...
The Hybrid Luman saw each and every one of them stick to a bizarre stance as their Aura flooded out. They all – wherever they were – had their arms pointed down with their palms open, fingers retracted, facing the ground. Their legs were spread out, their feet digging so deep into the ground that they might have been hammered in there.
The Aura around them, seemingly prompted by this stance, shrouded them in what looked like a stylish lady's bow, albeit a little morbidly tattered.
'I suppose all this is what Viccil and Sevill heard. The Maqian forces look like they were prepared for it well too...'
Indeed. It was so.
The summoned glorified mana mosquitoes completely ignored all the Maqians striking the stance.
SLUUURRRRRRP!
"Yeeeergh!"
SLUUURP!
Skullius turned at the sudden noise.
He found Ashema crouching down over the body of one of the unconscious Sif. On her neck was a large gash from which a stream of blood formed a soft shape to trickle into Ashema's mouth. The dark creature drank, savored, shivered and spat it out.
"I gave it a chance. No. Not for me. That's foul. Did all that drain away the quality of the taste perhaps?" he said a scowl that turned his already terrifying face, even more treacherous. To exhibit his dislike of the flavor, he kicked the Sif responsible for it and she flew all the way out of the city.
Skullius snapped his fingers and the woman was warped back.
"That was excessive. Keep your violence to yourself," Skullius said as he tried to quell the panic he felt the surrounding nature as a result of Ashema's actions.
The Carven scoffed.
"What will you do now? Save everyone?" he said with hints of mockery. "It feels like these little bastards won't stop pouring from the Abyss. Can you really handle that?"
"Well, that won't... What did you say?" Skullius turned Ashema with a stunned look.
What he had just said...
Ashema didn't miss the shock in the Hybrid Luman's voice... and on his face. A malevolent look of glee transitioned upon his visage.
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