Army of the Damned

VOLUME 15 Chapter 7

As the bell of the Elves rang five times, Jackson's eyes suddenly opened. Without a yawn nor a complaint, he donned his uniform and looked at himself in the mirror. His eyes questioning who that absurdly handsome and beautiful man is as he turned his head to the left and right, his finger moving along his chiseled and well defined cheekbones and jaw.

He just shrugs as the rays of the morning light hit him from all sides. Shining up his room and its marble tiles. The bed's embrace was still there yet he felt no urge to go back to its softness as he walked outside and the Servants of the Trenthaus Manor were already hard at work in doing their daily duties.

With many of them using magic to clean every nook and cranny of the lobbies and hallways, the Elves were robotic and deadly efficient. They took no shortcuts and performed their duties to the fullest as the daughter of the Family walked to the front garden with the mother, both of them holding clay pots whilst the son soon followed after them, wearing his Cadet Uniform.

He put his fist up his chest and the two returned it with a slow and deliberate bow and the son then swiftly turned around and marched to the otherside.

Jackson then followed his path, as on the second floor, he had a perfect view down below and the open lobbies were perfect for him. Being able to just casually walk as Malik reached the front door where their carriage was already parked.

Meeting him there was his father, the Admiral still in his lavish tunic took a good look at his son. Fixing the little things he found wrong and subsequently sent him off with a smile. The son gets into the family carriage and after saying his goodbyes, slowly closes the door and the massive gates of the compound automatically open as their carriage drives out.

Still on the balcony, Jackson sees the heavy coach turn left and then right. Disappearing into the wavy and hilly road. Leaning in as Thydis walked back into the front doors. Unlike with Humans, the Elves didn't build their houses to be square. There was always a contour and a respect to the terrain, with their foundations having to shift to what the incline was.

All in all, it looked far more organic and pleasing to the eyes as each building had differing heights and shapes that formed with the terrain than the other way around. "Ah, General Jackson. A well morning, I see?" Turning around, Jackson was surprised at how silent the Admiral was. "Ahahahaha, you can say that, Admiral."

"What do you think? It's a beautiful city isn't it?"

"Of course. It's magnificent. I was just thinking about the times I was looking out a balcony and to see the civilizations had been built and destroyed."

"Hm." Walking towards Jackson with a smile, the Thydis looked at his left and right, soaking in the gleaming glamor of the metropolis. "Not Elvennur. This city will never be destroyed again. Human cities had fallen numerous times in the course of an Elves' life. But Elvennur only fell thrice. Once with the First Demon King, in a time long before mine. Second against the forces of Man that broke through the shackles of servitude, and the last one... the ancient Vampire Queen and her insatiable desire for violence and blood and that shall be the last one."

"Though how do you make sure of this? Does your people know how to defeat an enemy you've not met in a long time?"

"We've already fought the Free species of this world many times."

"And when was the last time, Admiral? May I remind you that their cultures and traditions shift and move far faster than yours. What tactics that might've worked hundreds of years ago might only do miniscule today."

"Hmmmm... you have a point. But we'd rather not escalate anything. Reaching out a hand to the Free species of this world is far more challenging than expected with the differences we each hold."