The sun had nearly dipped beneath the tops of the trees enveloping the collapsed town. The spectrum of light casted long shadows across the wreckage, giving the ruins a sombre and eerie atmosphere.
The faint reverberations of the hooves galloping could be heard getting close—heralding the imminent arrival of the Triskellion troops.
As the unit arrived at the ruins of what had once been a bustling and lively town, the lord of the territory could only watch in silence as the wreckage from the shattering earthquake lay before him. The magnitude of the destruction before his eyes was too immense for words to describe as the suffering of his people was plain to see.
Without wasting any time, Azrael quickly commanded one of his healers, "Sage, lead those who are injured to the synagogue and have your men tend to their wounds there." To which the woman nodded.
The duke's eyes then scan the destruction before him, noticing the people trapped under the rubble. He quickly issued another command to Magnus, the leader of the Triskellion knights.
"Magnus, spread the area and help get those who are trapped underneath the rubble." His voice was firm and precise as he was determined to make sure that no one was left behind.
Duke Azrael's right hand, named Magnus, complied with his command without a word before dispersing quickly with his own unit to secure the perimeter.
It's worse than I expected.
A frustrated sigh escaped his lips as he eyed the immense destruction before him. He was overwhelmed with frustration and despair at the sight before an impending thought suddenly flashed across his mind, "The barrier!"
The holy crystals implanted at the edge of the borders would've been shattered with such force from the earthquake!
A mixture of emotions swell inside of his chest at the prospect of a foreign invasion but nonetheless, he had to restore the barrier protecting the region as quickly as possible. With that, Duke Azrael immediately made his way along with what's left of his small-scale unit towards the borders on his stallion.
Those things would be attracted to the smell of blood. Damn it!
As he arrived with only a few of his men, Azrael was relieved to see the members of the temple in the process of casting a spell to repair the broken barrier—but that sense of peace was soon cut off by one of the believers, who was running towards them in a frantic.
"T-They're here! Run!" The believer cried out in a sense of panic.
And here I was hoping for less work. A faint tch can be heard as the duke curses internally, his hope for no supernatural threats quickly diminished.
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The territory of Triskellion lies in an unfortunate location, caught between the Ethereal Highland that is known to be the home to magically gifted inhabitants who are capable of wielding powerful and unpredictable magic while on the other side—lies the thriving empire and capital of Eldoria.
The threat of supernatural or magical beings is always high in Triskellion, but since the sun is almost setting...
Duke Azrael's vibrant yellow gold eyes darted towards the setting sun that was slowly moving downward, spreading long shadows over the region. His eyes reflected both annoyance and concern at the speed of darkness consuming the woodland.
The Nightteeth are surely coming.
Their presence is often associated with the arrival of darkness. Their forms are often shadowy and difficult to discern—a pain to kill.
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