Fleeting Memories

Chapter 34: What he was up to...

We attempted to catch up with the assailant. Running as fast as our legs could take, we dodged incoming swings from the undead beings that were quickly beginning to advance toward the barrier as they slipped by the golems commanded by none other than Alex himself.

From stray undead creatures that emerged from the forests to the sudden army that appeared out of nowhere to attack the town, the battlefield was filled with nothing but hostile mobs ready to take down whatever was in their way...

Yet Alfred and I couldn't allow ourselves to get distracted by a sight like this, we needed to catch up to the undead general who was minutes away from bringing down the barrier that surrounded and kept the town folks from anything that may endanger them.

The moment the barrier falls, bloodshed will become imminent and I could never allow that to come forth... With every ounce of our energy left, we threaded on, trying to intercept the undead general who rode his skeletal horse down the inclined pathway faster than the wind.

Seeing his advancements, I knew I couldn't wait for a second longer, and upon giving Alfred a quick heads-up, I made my move... Skidding my feet dangerously down the hill where I uncontrollably ran forth, unable to control my own movements.

At that moment, I felt like I was about to fall head first down to the bare ground, drop and tumble over as I failed to catch up to the perpetrator. However, although I was on the verge of falling over, I mustered every bit of my being to keep myself standing upright...

Taking every step down the hill with caution while simultaneously attempting to make myself run as quickly as I could. Each step going down the hill while maintaining my speed was rough... It was like jumping off a staircase over and over again without a break...

Yet soon enough, I returned back to finally meet stable ground after what felt like an eternity. But I couldn't rest and now before me was the sight of the undead general motioning to strike down the barrier of spirits created by Alex and Mary themselves.

He rapidly encroached the barrier, his flaming skull of fire pointed toward the objective before him while holding onto his impressively sharp steel blade... To answer his attempt at breaking through the barrier, I readied myself to engage in battle.

Bringing my blade down but centimeters from catching the tip of my sword with the grass that sat under the faint moonlight glow, I sprinted alongside the Spirit King of Light... 

Promptly and without delay, I commanded my companion to imbue light into my blade, and at the very same time, I poured my fair share of holy magic in. Attempting to enhance my very next attack as much as I could without skimping a single bit of available enhancements.

The moment light then proceeded to cover the entirety of my blade, making the steel base of the sword shine with an unbearable bright light... I found myself standing but a couple feet apart from one another now and with the right timing, I prepared to strike...

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The undead general commanded his horse to go faster and faster, hurrying his mighty stead to go as fast as it could. Yet the horse couldn't as if it as so much as quickened its pace, they would surely fall and crash, ruining their momentum and the long-awaited charge they had in mind.

One lone figure was all that was left chasing them but he paid no heed to them for his goal was but a second away before being accomplished. He steadied himself atop his moving mount, carrying his blade up above his head, and finally, as he reached his destination he swung...

The clash of steel and the vibrations of his sword was what he felt the second his blade motioned to fall... He didn't hit his target, but instead, had his sword knocked straight out of his firm grip. His eyes darted to the perpetrator and standing before him was the sight of her...