fynovel Chapter 184: Guardian Of The Fallen Haven
Chapter 184: Guardian Of The Fallen Haven
Chapter 184: Guardian Of The Fallen Haven
"How did you find her so quickly?" Emma asked, her voice laced with curiosity and a touch of admiration.
Emir whose gaze remained at Emma as she tended to Aria, let out a chuckle.
"I wasn't trying to find her...."
"I jumped into the nest, wanting to know more about how things escalated with the monsters, and surprisingly, she was over there, hiding in the cave."
Emma and Jake glanced at each other for a moment before Jake spoke:
"Well it doesn't matter, you've done our job for us, and for that, I thank you, boss!"
Aria's concern however, cut through their conversation as she voiced her disbelief:
"Are you actually... going there? Are you stupid?"
Amusement danced in the eyes of the trio, all suppressing a chuckle to escape from their mouths.Nôv(el)B\\jnn
"Stupid? Maybe... But I've still got to find out what happened; all of this seems too contrived, you see..." Emir replied, his words carrying unspoken intentions.
He paused for a moment, locking his right hand in a fist while showing his left palm to the others as if his demeanor shifted to that of a storyteller.
"All of a sudden we find out that you were in this ruin, then..."
"Bam!" He exclaimed, bringing his right fist down on his left palm like a hammer.
"Someone came in and somehow made the monsters go mad, and now we've got an angered guardian losing its kin due to those mad ones."
"Quite a sad tale, isn't it?"
Emma was about to respond, but Emir continued his theatrical antics, leaving her
momentarily speechless with her mouth agape.
They all watched his arms reach up toward the sky.
"A Tyrant... A guardian to his children requested that I carry out its killings...."
"Who am I to refuse?"
Emir's question hung in the air, an unspoken challenge to the mysterious forces at play.
'I need to know who caused this mess after all...' He snickered inwardly.
Emir knew that whoever did this was after him.
It could've been the Order but they had yet to squirm themselves into his life...
So he knew that whoever this was....
Was a third party.
A new player in their game of chess.
As his arms slowly descended from their skyward reach, his gaze locked onto Aria.
"Don't worry, you're not at fault for anything that happened here..."
Intrigued and slightly amused by Emir's flair for dramatics, Emma's initial speechlessness gave way to a wry smile.
She silently leaned against a nearby stone structure, her arms crossed.
Jake's grin remained, his eyes alight with admiration for the leader who had so swiftly taken charge of a situation that none of them could have foreseen.
Aria's worry persisted, her eyes shifting from Emir to his companions as if searching for any signs of apprehension.
But she didn't end up finding any.
Emir's muscular frame propelled him forward.
He leaped onto a pile of debris, his nimble movements carrying him effortlessly up the side of
a crumbling building.
His bike, a trusty companion to his future escape, was swathed in a camouflage sheet to
protect it from prying eyes.
Atop the precipice of the decaying structure, Emir surveyed the battlefield below.
His gaze swept over the devastation, taking in the relentless skirmishes, the fiery clashes
between humans and monsters.
This was no longer a playground for hunters.
Here, in the depths of the ruin, the celestials emerged into action.
All were clad in the unmistakable attire bearing the emblem of the Ebonfyre and GoldLeaf
families.
They organized into cohorts, each consisting of no fewer than five members, launching attacks against the Younglings and Fiends with the precision of a well-coordinated platoon.
Within their small army, they formed ranks.
The Spell Weavers were positioned at the rear.
Their incantations and gestures cast an array of spells that summoned fire, lightning, ice, wind, earth, and many other elements that rained down upon the enemy.
Beside them, the Rangers and Gun Mages took aim, unleashing volleys of Aether-imbued
bullets upon their foes.
Meanwhile, at the forefront, knights and other melee combat specialists stood firm.
They held the line, their positions shifting in a choreographed dance of defense and offense.
It was a display of teamwork, each celestial working in concert, like cogs in a well-oiled
machine.
Yet the relentless horde of monsters across them showed no signs of defeat.
They retaliated with a fury that seemed unending.
Massive walls of earth sprang up, both for defense and offense, while vines and roots
ensnared their targets.
Towering nails of earth and wood shot forth, aiming to impale the knights at the vanguard.
It was a ceaseless struggle, a play of death played out against the backdrop of a ruin that had
long forgotten the vibrancy of life.
The remnants of a world long past.
'That guardian called them mad but... they've got tactics.'
This wasn't the sole point of confrontation, for scattered across the battlefield were smaller
skirmishes, mirroring the tactics of both sides as they sought to flank each other.
Scoffing at the sight, Emir simply shrugged and chanted:
"Flash Step."