As agreed, Lilith and Hornker met together again on the fifth day since they made the decision to eliminate Wyvrill Wolf. They met at the Northern border of both countries; outside the direct control of either monarch.The Northern border was also the border farther from the other old Transcendent beings who roam the Holy lands. Their undertaking was going to be a very big one – the biggest since the end of the war in the nameless continent 1,000 years ago.The structure of the Lower Aether was similar to that of the Middle Aether in the sense that it was a collection of continents separated by massive bodies of water. But it differed from the Middle Aether in the number of continents and size of the landmass, and more especially, the number of Islands. At the North and South poles were two massive continents. The Northern continent was claimed by the Vitea race, ruling in the country of Phobs, although they contested the land with the feral devils. The continent in the South Pole

Wyvrill shook uncontrollably. His vision tinged red, and a roar tore from his throat, utilizing all his Resonance with the world. Not waiting for the rest of the people, he took a step towards the demons. The world warped with that step, and he was gone from the hill. His focus was on those powerful auras he’d felt. His roar had succeeded in throwing the weaker demon soldiers into a panic, and the still rational part of him hoped the ones he left behind would make good use of the opportunity. He’d just spoken to Gilgal as though the death of 20,000 residents of Snakehills was meaningless, but their death had shaken him. Rage filled his heart. Every time the demons appeared, they took something from him!1,000 years ago, they forced Master Rodevak to the decision which might have well cost him his life. In Poles, they caused the rapid decline of the Order, and now again, they’d wiped Snakehills from the maps. The other times, he wasn’t around, nor able to act, but this time he mea

He knew it was just a matter of time before one of them was sent. Master Jhanice and Wrenz were far away at the other battle positions, engaged by even more powerful demons. Nobody would be helping him here, he reminded himself. The aura he felt from that succubus was enough for him to judge her level. She was at the Manifestation Realm, and most likely above the 55% level. Based on magic level alone, he wouldn’t even stand a chance back when he was still fresh and well rested. Now? He chuckled mirthlessly.His hand still tightened around the hilt of his sword and he started back towards the cannons at a run. Every cannon ball and fire ball that managed to fly from his position was more dead demons and saved humans. Less demons for tomorrow. His mind was made up. As he rushed back, his mind wandered to the jotter entry he’d left uncompleted in his bag back at the camp. That journal might never be completed now, and if he died, the chances of its contents being read by another e

Gilgal opened his eyes to the well-lit interior of a sick tent. The sharp scent of spirits, blood and pain assaulted his nose, forcing him to cut off information from them. He noticed that he was lying on one of the beds. His eyes had already adjusted well enough to judge the time of day as dawn. The candles couldn’t fool him in that regard, and so was the relative silence of sleep within the tent. He gently rose to a sitting position, careful not to wake the sleepers. His ears were sharper than before, and they’d started working again as he rose. Shuffling under bed sheets reached his ears along with snores and grunts. Nocturnal animals called out outside the tent in a muffled tirade. He groaned silently as the exhaustion to his mind hit him like a headache. Each move of his body seemed too light and easy to him, as though he could fly off at the simplest jump. Then he heard a sound and turned slowly to the bed beside his.Nur looked at him with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. S

Gilgal was startled. He had no idea there was such enmity between them and his mother. But he was startled only a moment. When Carilliene the third closed in, he already was in Gebo stance. His core rotated rapidly, and energy surged into every atom of his body, then he channeled it to his hands, in a very powerful Gebo’s point. The attack forced Carilliene the third to falter in her charge, but it was already too late. With her forward momentum and Gilgal’s speed, his sword tip was just an inch from piercing her heart, when Carilliene the sixth interfered, parrying the blow with her own sword. The force of the thrust still snapped her sword back into Carilliene the third’s face, forcing both of them back meters away. Gilgal seized his chance and closed in. His sword drew arcs in the air and ground as strike after strike flew towards the demons in less than a second. Both Succubi defected perfectly, but the power behind each blow still impacted them, keeping them forever in