💎A Collision of Fates💎 (Straight to Gay) (MxM) (18+)

115 - Breck and Nick

Pink light.

Brilliant, pink light.

Warm. Comforting. Consuming.

One moment, Breck's world had been hazy with blood and violence. Razors had been clawing over each other, swarming towards the packed crowds of defenders. Breck had thought that defeat was at hand. Surely, they would not have been able to push them away, and, if they had, the cultists would've simply come in and exterminated the exhausted defenders who remained. Not only that, but Nick had been missing. Somehow, they had been separated in the frenzy, and Breck had been desperately trying to find his way back to him, terrified that something might've happened.

One moment, that had been his reality. Terror. Exhaustion. Blind panic. Dread. Defeat had been hanging above them like the sun.

The next, his reality was pink light. A brilliant hue. A searing, luminant magic. It was blinding, and it was everywhere. He knew a few seconds of calm, of peace. The sounds of the battlefield died immediately. There was silence, perfect silence.

In the glow of that pink light, he became aware of the beating heart of his soulmate, he became aware of Nick's jewel. He was nearby, just as anxious as Breck was. How was he able to feel that? It was like a tangible thing. A connection. A powerful thread that was pulling them together. As though Nick's body was an extension of his own. Breck yearned for him, desperate to be close to the love of his life.

Breck had no idea how much time passed in the quiet of the pink light. It could've been one second, it could've been one hour. But, eventually, the quiet was replaced with the desperate screeching of hralls and the angry, pained cries of razors. Next, the sounds of flapping wings and scattering, desperate claws.

Finally, the pink light faded, taking away Breck's perception of his soulmate's heart. It dissipated quickly, retreating into nothingness in a moment.

When his eyes adjusted to the sunlight again, the wall was devoid of razors, live ones. They were gone. They were all gone. Could he be dreaming? As Breck peered closer, he could see their loping shadows racing into the sun forest beyond the wall, botching a hasty retreat. In the sky, hralls were screeching and flying away from the city, floating over the trees of the forest. An injured razor by the side of the wall was anxiously trying to pull itself over the battlements, clearly attempting to escape something.

Breck could see the confusion in his fellow defenders. More than one raised eyebrow was exchanged, but most of them simply seemed exhausted, and Breck wasn't any different. He put his hands to his knees and breathed out deeply, grateful for whatever had pushed the creatures away.

Then, he finally realized it, and, when he did, he couldn't believe that he hadn't recognized it earlier. It was the power of The Goddess. It couldn't have been anything else. He turned and gazed at the giant crystal in the distance, the great magic that protected them. It was glowing. Even in the sunlight of the late evening, Breck could see the bright, pink glow of the crystaline ruler of their world. She had pushed the monsters away. Even in her weakened state, she had come to their aid.

But the relief was short-lived. The few beats of calm were washed away by a new sound, a horrible, cacophony of noises. It was roaring, human voices, cries of battle, rumbling earth.

Breck raced forwards, leading the charge as hundreds of defenders followed him to the edge of the wall. Below them, thousands of cultists had gathered. They had built more earth stairs, and were swarming up towards them.

The Goddess may have pushed the monsters away, but the cultists had still managed to take advantage of the distraction.

The assailants bounded up the steps towards the wall. Some of the cultists were dressed in red robes, which fluttered around them as they ran. Others were outfitted with jerkins and pants, swords attached at their hips. With every day that passed, The Golden Spire looked more like an army. And that army was coming at them, it was coming at them with everything it had.