I Am The Truth II

Chapter XXXVI: Rocks In The Water

When the Necromancers took over Felden, the whole world had literally stopped to watch. It was the first major event since the war had ended, and its aftereffects were being felt like great ripples from a rock splashing into a pond. For Felden was a famous exporter of many electronic parts, almost all of which would soon go into short supply throughout the rest of the world. Voltaria was one of the few other locations, but the Coalition was unwilling to trade with the Ardoni, Allister still intent on making the Confederacy collapse entirely. With a shortage in critical parts in the near future, everyone on all sides was compelled to act fast.

And then... all hell broke loose.

Three days after the Necromancers took Felden's capital city, another nation was ready to fall. The Cydonian armies had finally crossed their northern border, moving against their ancient enemy: K' Arthen.

Dozens of millions of armed Magnorites assembled, forming a thick defensive line that stood between the Cydonian forces and the rest of West K' Arthen, where the refugees were still trying to escape. Pig had decided to go to the front lines himself while Borgen decided to facilitate the evacuation of all the refugees. The fighting was taking place around a different mine tunnel network.

There was panic in Tartarus, but the Magnorites under Borgen's command performed just as he wanted them to. Most of the humans had long gone before the invasion, and only now did Borgen understand that they at least had somewhere to run. 

A long road train had formed, with the fleeing refugee buses in a triple-file line going straight towards the nearest tunnel that would lead into Benghorn. By the time the entire line was finished, it stretched more than ten miles.

"You must get them all to Benghorn," Borgen said to the drivers at the front. "Once they reach the mining city, they will all have to go by foot."

"This will take a few hours," The driver replied.

"We do not have too much time," Borgen said in concern. "There are still a few million people left in the city that need to be evacuated, and we do not have anymore buses."

"They will have to go by foot," The driver said simply. "I will do one thing. There must be a road-painter truck in the city. We can have them follow at the very end of the road train. Those coming on foot will follow the path left behind."

Borgen nodded, approving. With their current situation, there wasn't any other option they had. Going by plane was unfeasible, as Magnorites were much too heavy to pack a regular passenger plane like that. K' Arthen didn't even have any airplanes for Magnorites whatsoever, nor did they have an air-force. The only thing keeping Cydonian fighter planes at bay was the elaborate anti-aircraft systems in place down south. 

"Alright," Borgen said. "Go on now."

The driver nodded before his bus lurched forward. The other buses behind him began following. Borgen watched the buses pass by, seeing all the faces looking out at him. Many of them were so old that they would only last another year or so, but Borgen wasn't willing to just let these people die. He wasn't Malakai.

And speaking of the giant, the runt hadn't seen him at all.

"Form a line!" A voice yelled. "Form a line!"

The Magnorites had already formed a defensive line, though there were still many holes that were ripe for exploitation.

"Our left flank is exposed!" A Magnorite, one of those present who had actually been a soldier once, said.

Most of the Magnorites, however, didn't seem to understand. They were all focused on the Cydonian infantry divisions manifesting out of the thick layer of smoke hundreds of yards in front of them. Many were yelling in crude fashion, though it effectively did nothing whatsoever.