Paladin's Rise - Lich Lord Wars Book 4

Chapter 5

"We can't let that boy reach the Kadus Knights or Lich-El. Send whatever revenants you can and kill him."

"He is already being surrounded. How you could have messed things up so badly is beyond me."

"What's done is done, just kill the boy and get ready. We will be able to create many revenants from their fallen. We really don't need them them anymore, living that is."

In the midst of the chaos that consumed Flameshaven, Kade moved with an almost ethereal grace, his determination propelling him forward. His mission was clear: find the group of Kadus Knights and inform them of the Lich Lords' betrayal. He darted through the outskirts of the battle, hoping to reach his destination before the revenants could catch wind of his presence.

As he neared the city walls, Kade's heart raced. He knew he had to act swiftly, for the undead would stop at nothing to prevent him from delivering his crucial message. Before he could make it to safety, a swarm of revenants closed in around him, their hollow eyes fixed on their quarry.

With a flick of his wrists, Kade drew his distinctive boomerang-shaped daggers. His blades danced in his hands, a symphony of deadly arcs and spins as he deftly cut through the first wave of revenants that reached him. One dagger soared through the air, slicing through the undead with unerring accuracy as Kade seamlessly drew a fresh blade from his arsenal.

In the midst of the battle, Kade's movements took on an almost hypnotic rhythm. He threw one dagger, caught another, and seamlessly transitioned between attacks and defenses. The chaos of the battlefield faded into the background as Kade's focus narrowed to the dance of destruction he orchestrated.

Undeterred, Kade continued his mesmerizing display, his daggers a blur of motion as he fought off his relentless foes. With each throw and each catch, his confidence grew, and a grin tugged at the corner of his lips. "Well, this is a fine mess I've gotten myself into," he muttered to himself, a hint of humor in his voice.

Blows rained down on his Chaos Breastplate, but Kade paid them no mind, his concentration unbreakable. His daggers spun and whirled, becoming an extension of his will as he weaved through the revenants with uncanny agility.

The situation grew dire as the mass of undead closed in around him, a relentless tide that seemed almost impossible to stem. But Kade's determination burned brighter, and he gathered the remnants of his magic, channeling it into a final gambit.

With a swift, coordinated movement, Kade threw the daggers in his hands into the ground, and the spinning blades encircling him changed course in mid-air, embedding themselves in the earth. A surge of magical energy erupted from the ground, a devastating explosion that obliterated the revenants surrounding Kade.

Dust and debris filled the air, and as it settled, Kade looked around triumphantly. A chorus of cheers and laughter echoed in his mind as he pumped his arm in celebration. "Ha! Now that's how you put on a show!" he exclaimed, a mix of exhilaration and exhaustion coursing through his veins.

Yet, his victory was short-lived. Kade stumbled, his jubilant posture faltering. Pain seared through his body as he glanced down, his eyes widening in realization. Two bone spikes protruded from his torso, the cruel aftermath of the battle he had waged. Poison coursed through his veins, a sinister reminder that the battle had taken its toll.

"This isn't good," Kade muttered, his bravado giving way to a grim acceptance as darkness crept at the edges of his vision. His body grew heavy, his strength waning as he fought to stay conscious.

With a final effort, Kade's vision blurred, and he collapsed to his knees, his world fading into blackness. The battle he had so ardently sought had come at a cost, and as he succumbed to unconsciousness, the fate of Flameshaven hung in the balance.