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The battle for Damnarynth
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Malleteagan’s POV -one week after the fall of Damnarynth-After we defeated Damnon and what had left of his army, we continued to advance towards the end of the clearing where smidgens of amber flakes of magic were fused in a border. It formed a shield which separated Damnarynth and Morsburg’s dungeons and fortress. Faes and dwarves, with Thersar and Nexelex, were leading the warriors. When they got close to the armoury border, fae and dwarves started to stick the chthonic weaponry in the shield while Thersar and Nexelex rose their arms high in the air and invoked enchantment. Every attempt to break through was blocked and deflected. Warriors who tried to penetrate the shield just fell down through the ground, and then they would disappear. Where are they? The ground swallowed every single warrior who attempted to attack the shield. Nexelex and Thersar vanished before my very eyes.Kandreah and I exchanged hesitant looks and nodded to each other in unspoken understanding and silent a
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Malleteagan‘s POV We are all knackered. I am as well, although I didn’t want to show it to my warriors as I need their focus and thirst for fighting and winning in check. It seems that we are slaughtering this fucking reptiles for eternity. And the more we kill them, the more of them seem to come in bouts surrounding and suffocating us. After hours of clashing with pterofidies, we finally managed to enter the Waltherra city and encampment. And then, out of nowhere, hordes of diverse ghouls, beasts and demons seethed through the length and breadth of Waltherra. We were surrounded by the rumble of beasts of different sizes, breeds and skills who were riotously advancing in the blink of an eye, thirst for blood and murder written all over their faces. “Strike!!! Now!!!” I commanded Lycans via mind link with urgency. “Charge”, Thersar, Nexelex and Kandreah followed my lead with the roars to their warriors, which broke out through tumult of shouting, hissing and screaming rumpus and com
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