A Familiar Void

Chapter 30

CRA-KOOM

Lightning surged from the tip of his Sword Wand, the electricity arcing in every direction but making sure that it fired forward. Some struck the walls, others hit the ground, but the majority flew forward.

And fired into the chest piece of the Albion Soldier in front of him.

The man screamed, his voice jumping up and down as the lightning filled his body. His whole body jerked around. Soon he began to smoke as the metal pieces of his armour turned bright red from the heat of his spell.

Until finally, he went silent and fell over dead.

All this happened in the timespan of just a single second.

Wardes pointed his wand to the next target, before having to take a step back when he rushed forward and tried to stab him with his spear.

He chanted a spell, and the weapon in his hand glowed. It crackled with the same electricity, but none of it left the metal of the weapon. With a single swipe, the rounded edge sliced clean through the wooden stick of the spear. Wardes pulled it by his head, before he thrust it forward.

It pierced the metal plating like it wasn't even there, and with a flick of his wrist, pull it out from the side.

The soldier coughed and hacked, before falling backwards right next to his dead companion.

Wardes eyed the corpses for a moment, before he continued forward.

The halls of the Newcastle were a nightmare to go through, especially with the occasional bombing from the Lexington shaking the place and making him lose his orientation every few shots. It seemed that the big ship decided that it was time to blow the castle and all of its inhabitants apart.

More than a few of those cannonballs had hit some of the soldiers, not that it mattered.

Wardes moved through the unfamiliar place, occasionally passing by the corpse of either a Reconquista soldier or an Albion one. There was, surprisingly, more of the former than the latter.

The mage stopped as he stood at the end of one of the hallways. At the other end was a room that was illuminated in a scarlet red glow, suspicious to be sure.

But the man was more focused on the lanterns that were lined up.

Lumafly Lanterns.

His grip on his Sword Wand tightened, as his eyes narrowed at the Insect products.

The fact that even Albion Royalty was accepting of those... invaders was just more reason why the Nobles of Albion rose up. More than a few were carried towards to Albion, bringing their machines and toys. It was how Reconquista could get so much support.

Cromwell's rather transparent plan to direct their next attack towards Tristain, where the Insects had first set foot on Halkegenia, was a good incentive. They all wanted to wipe them out, and take what they had to further use them to move towards the Holy Land.

Frankly, Wardes just wanted to do the former.

He chanted a spell under his breath, and pointed his wand forward. Lightning surged, breaking the glass containers and frying every single Lumafly within the containers.