Meanwhile, at the second blockade, Cal is burning away, not even at his full power.
Normally, his opponents were intelligible creatures and not mindless puppets. He suppresses a yawn.
He takes care of Hoard 3 all by himself.
His men cheer for him with resounding whoops and hollers.
"No time to celebrate. Hoard 4 is already on the way."
Cal straightens his wrist clicker and he looks out at the scene in front of him.
The bodies are beginning to pile high now, creating a stack of rancid corpses that begin to almost form formations. Like a maze.
Piles of ash litter the floor and stray smoke rises off them in gloomy black tuffets.
The wind blows the ash and soot around and Cal's face becomes a little grimy.
The once shining armour of those around him becomes stained.
"Can anyone see what's out there?"
Cal questions.
He had been timing how long it takes for a fresh wave of zombies to attack.
Hoard 4 was late.
"The corpses have stopped moving. They are at a complete standstill."
A scout watches on from the safety of a Palace tower.
Cal muses.
That is unexpected.
The ash and smoke begin to swirl around even more, creating a fog-like atmosphere. It obscures his vision, and he squints.
He makes out 4 silhouettes, in the distance.
4 horsemen, in harsh grey cloaks.
Cal blinks at them curiously.
A cloud of smoke rolls in front of them and in another blink, they vanish.
"Adrien's men are here, somewhere in the smoke. Can I get eyes on them?"
Cal feels intensely watched.
"Ahh...no visuals, my King."
They were struggling to make out anything as the smoke seemed to thicken around the city.
Cal cocks his head over his shoulder, he shakes his head and his short black hair, somehow still silky even in the soot, tousles free.
The Royal Guard at his back look at each other, they know what the King means. Don't follow.
Cal separates himself from his men, and he makes his way further into the dust and soot.
If Adrien's men wanted to play, he'll play.
He heads into the onslaught as a lone figure.
The last thing his men see is the glow of his fire which engulfs his wrist before he disappears.
The area quietens.
"Right, so the King has just walked off then."
Ichiro runs a hand through his silver hair, pushing it off from where they clung to his cheekbones, slicking it back with a single motion.
"I'm not letting him go in blind and alone. I'll follow him."
Elias leaps to the forefront, having been buried behind a wall of soldiers.
He had been calmly and quietly doing his thing along the other members of House Samos
"Idiot."
Elias mutters.
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Romance[Completed - Book 3 of the Blood Court Series] ❝ You manipulated me. Did you think I would be happy? To see you sit on my throne. The throne you stole from me, while you let me die. Me...
