Two Stars Collide: Part 2 - A TCF/LCF Fanfiction

Chapter 397

Quiet clicking came from a nearby mage to signal that the enemy ships had begun to enter the fog. This news caused the corners of the deity's lips to twitch in delight. It was now his turn to move. Thanks to the cover of his kids' creation, his prey's sight would be hindered. Even his allies would not be able to see or properly fathom what he was doing. Allowing him the freedom to use whatever ability he wanted to. There was no reason to hide any of his cards anymore.

<Let's end this as quickly as possible so I can live a peaceful slacker life.>

Wind outside of the elementals' control started to gather above the God of Love's ship. Swirling around like miniature hurricanes above his open palms. Their numbers steadily increased until approximately thirty whirlwinds had been formed.

"Hong."

"Yes!"

Golds sparkled as the nine years old expertly mixed his poisons into the gathered gales. Half of which were then skillfully launched into the ocean between them and the Indomitable Alliance's approaching fleet. The rest were distributed into the dark storm clouds above. Antagonizing them. Triggering numerous microbursts and lightning storms to erupt onto their unsuspecting enemies. Screams mixed with explosions as dozens of the small and medium sized ships were either capsized or destroyed. Even from this distance, they could hear alarms ring out as their enemies finally noticed the whirlpools that had materialized all around their ships. Except they were far too late to save themselves.

"Watch out!"

Shouted a Norland soldier as they watched a comrade get thrown overboard by a forceful tidal wave. His hands shook while he desperately clung onto the railing of the deck. Had the waters outside the Roan Kingdom always been this hectic and unpredictable? Just as he pulled himself back up, the ominous fog that surrounded him suddenly turned a deep red color.

"Huh? Did the fog- *cough*"

Horror filled the pitiful warrior when blood matching the mist splattered all over himself and the soaked deck below him. At the same time, his mind became hazy and his limbs felt weak.

"P-Poison."

With that one word, he lost consciousness. Just like the rest of his crewmates. Leaving their ship helpless to the whims of nature.

On another ship, the old mage realized far too late that they were entering a trap. It wasn't until his subordinates started to froth at the mouth and collapse that he discovered the fog was in fact poisonous. Hastily, he cast a barrier around himself and the remaining soldiers. His mind slowly had become murky due to brief exposure of the toxins.

"Healer! I need an antidote!"

Peering over his shoulders towards the location he'd last seen the child looking man. Only to find the very person who could help him convulsing while blood poured from his mouth. How could someone who specialized in such poisons also fall victim to them?

"S***!"

How could there be someone so powerful within the Roan Kingdom? There wasn't even a single trace of mana present within the storm clouds, whirlpools or fog! Were all of these caused by an ancient power? Weren't they supposed to be weak abilities? More importantly, hadn't they been told that the Roan Kingdom had no war related specialties? How in the world had they found so many skilled ancient power wielders in such a short period of time?

"Mage-nim! Please help-"

Unfortunately, the fog had disabled the weakest people first. With those within the mid grade tier swordsmen stumbling to their knees. Grasping at their throats as their eyes began to cry blood.