Paladin's Rise - Lich Lord Wars Book 4

Chapter 3

"Well I suppose we can't wait any longer for the sacrifices to begin."

"The way Vorath's revenants all just crumbled I'd say we have a prisoner revolt on our hands, maybe we should put off the attack until that is taken care of?"

"King Yucaipa and Lord Forjad are on their way now. This battle must end before they arrive. We will begin now. If Tornal can't handle a few prisoners than he deserves his fate."

High Lord Gidon Aguerius stood on the city wall of Flameshaven, his eyes scanning the armies below. Something was amiss; he noticed some of the revenants veering away from the main group and moving towards the rear lines. His instincts screamed a warning, but before he could fully comprehend the situation, Lich-El approached the wall before him, wielding a massive war hammer.

"Well, well, well, Lord Gidon," Lich-El said with his usual confidence. "How is the defense of your precious city going?"

Gidon shot back with his quick wit, "Oh, you know, the usual-preparing a warm welcome for anyone trying to attack the city."

Lich-El grinned wickedly. "You could save yourself a lot of trouble by simply surrendering. It's not too late."

Gidon chuckled, refusing to be intimidated. "As much as I'd love to hand over the keys to Flameshaven, I'm rather fond of breathing, so I'll have to decline your generous offer."

Lich-El nodded, feigning understanding. "Fair enough, Lord Gidon. But I must say, your city walls, while fine and strong, lack the magical protections that our elven allies put on their walls."

The implication hit Gidon like a bolt of lightning. He realized that Lich-El was referring to the elvish walls' magic protection which protected them from magic attacks. Panic gripped him as he frantically ordered the defenders to clear the wall, urging them toward the stairs.

But it was too late. With a tap of his war hammer on the ground, Lich-El unleashed his devastating attack. Enormous stone spikes erupted from under the wall, causing it to explode section by section. The destruction spread rapidly, leaving a trail of devastation in its wake.

Gidon watched in horror as the wall crumbled before his eyes. He tried to escape the destruction, but as a stone spike erupted beneath him, he was knocked unconscious and buried under the rubble of what was once a formidable defense.

The wall fell, and the armies of the Lich Lords advanced towards the now exposed city. Flameshaven's defenders were stunned, their voices silenced without the guidance of their Royal Strategist. Fear gripped their hearts as they tried to reorganize and protect their home with only the rubble of their once-mighty walls as a barrier.

The battle for Flameshaven had taken a dark and desperate turn. The Lich Lords' calculated assault had left the city vulnerable, and Gidon's fate remained uncertain. As the undead horde closed in, the defenders rallied, drawing strength from their determination to protect their loved ones and their city.

The clash of steel against steel, the roar of the undead, and the screams of battle filled the air. Flameshaven's defenders fought valiantly, refusing to yield to the darkness that threatened to consume them. But with their leader seemingly lost, they faced an uphill battle, and the odds weighed heavily against them.

In the chaos and devastation, one thing remained clear: the war had reached a critical turning point, and the fate of Flameshaven hung in the balance. The city's survival rested on the bravery and resilience of its defenders and their unyielding spirit in the face of insurmountable odds.

As Seacra descended gracefully to the outskirts of the raging battle, Almas, Uncle Marpel, Creetan, and Lord Teanas clung tightly to her back. The city of Flameshaven lay before them, enveloped in chaos and the relentless onslaught of the undead.