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Chapter 157 Fury of the Sea, Return to Alliance
The raging currents of the Boshar Strait raged endlessly. Dark, swirling waters battered the enchanted vessel from all directions, while thick mist seeped through the layers of magical barriers, gnawing away at the protective runes carved across the hull. Giant sea wyrms, ancient beasts born of the strait’s cursed depths, circled the ship. Their massive bodies churned the waves, and rows of sharp fangs glinted coldly beneath the dim sky. Roars echoed across the water, carrying a primal hunger that promised nothing but death.
Kaisel stood rigid on the deck, his dark magic flaring nonstop. He wove defensive spells again and again, patching the cracking barriers as the sea wyrms slammed their bulky frames against the hull. Behind him, the patrol ships of Seraglo drew near. Mages aboard launched wave after wave of offensive magic, their glowing spells cutting through the mist and crashing onto the already fragile shield. Cornered between ravenous beasts and relentless pursuers, he was trapped in an inescapable death trap.
For a long while, Kaisel fought with all his strength. His mind was fixed on Scara, on Amelya and the young child hidden deep within the royal palace. The secret they guarded was a blade hanging over their heads. If exposed, all three would perish without mercy. Crossing the strait was his only choice to save the ones he loved. Yet as he struggled against the endless assault, the sounds of distant battle drifted across the sea.
He could hear the clatter of armor, the shouts of warriors, and the furious roars of demon soldiers. Murok the dragon lord had led his hellish army across the sky, bypassing the sea blockade entirely. The allied forces on the wilderness were caught off guard, fighting on two fronts. The line of defense was crumbling day by day.
Images flashed through his mind: Dylan holding the Holy Sword high, standing alone to lead the remaining mages; Brien enduring endless battles, trying to hold the broken formation together. Once five great mages stood side by side to defend the realm. Now most of them had fallen in blood. Dylan had lost nearly all his old companions. If Kaisel left now, his old friend would be left to bear all the pain and despair alone.
The thought stabbed at his heart. His longing for his loved ones still burned fiercely, but he could not abandon the comrades who had fought beside him for decades. He could not leave Dylan to face the full wrath of the dark army all by himself.
Kaisel let out a low sigh. He ceased channeling magic toward the distant shores of Scara, and twisted the runes on the ship to change course. The enchanted vessel groaned against the violent currents and slowly turned back toward the coast of Seraglo. The sea wyrms chased for a distance, then hesitated as they drew near shallow water, finally retreating into the dark depths. The Seraglo patrol mages watched in surprise, yet did not launch further attacks, merely maintaining their vigilance.
The journey back was no easier. The currents still threatened to capsize the ship, and his magic was nearly drained dry. When the hull finally touched the sand of the abandoned harbor, Kaisel stepped onto solid ground, his legs trembling from exhaustion. The salt wind swept over his face, and he turned his gaze toward the wilderness where the war raged.
He had given up the journey across the deadly strait for the time being. The secret in Scara still haunted him, and the danger had never faded. But he made his choice. He would stand with Dylan and the rest, holding the line against the dark horde.
The road ahead was still filled with blood and danger. But at this moment, he was no longer a lone fugitive running for a distant rescue. He returned to his old battlefield, ready to fight alongside those who shared his fate.
Chapter 157 Fury of the Sea, Return to Alliance
The raging currents of the Boshar Strait raged endlessly. Dark, swirling waters battered the enchanted vessel from all directions, while thick mist seeped through the layers of magical barriers, gnawing away at the protective runes carved across the hull. Giant sea wyrms, ancient beasts born of the strait’s cursed depths, circled the ship. Their massive bodies churned the waves, and rows of sharp fangs glinted coldly beneath the dim sky. Roars echoed across the water, carrying a primal hunger that promised nothing but death.
Kaisel stood rigid on the deck, his dark magic flaring nonstop. He wove defensive spells again and again, patching the cracking barriers as the sea wyrms slammed their bulky frames against the hull. Behind him, the patrol ships of Seraglo drew near. Mages aboard launched wave after wave of offensive magic, their glowing spells cutting through the mist and crashing onto the already fragile shield. Cornered between ravenous beasts and relentless pursuers, he was trapped in an inescapable death trap.
For a long while, Kaisel fought with all his strength. His mind was fixed on Scara, on Amelya and the young child hidden deep within the royal palace. The secret they guarded was a blade hanging over their heads. If exposed, all three would perish without mercy. Crossing the strait was his only choice to save the ones he loved. Yet as he struggled against the endless assault, the sounds of distant battle drifted across the sea.
He could hear the clatter of armor, the shouts of warriors, and the furious roars of demon soldiers. Murok the dragon lord had led his hellish army across the sky, bypassing the sea blockade entirely. The allied forces on the wilderness were caught off guard, fighting on two fronts. The line of defense was crumbling day by day.
Images flashed through his mind: Dylan holding the Holy Sword high, standing alone to lead the remaining mages; Brien enduring endless battles, trying to hold the broken formation together. Once five great mages stood side by side to defend the realm. Now most of them had fallen in blood. Dylan had lost nearly all his old companions. If Kaisel left now, his old friend would be left to bear all the pain and despair alone.
The thought stabbed at his heart. His longing for his loved ones still burned fiercely, but he could not abandon the comrades who had fought beside him for decades. He could not leave Dylan to face the full wrath of the dark army all by himself.
Kaisel let out a low sigh. He ceased channeling magic toward the distant shores of Scara, and twisted the runes on the ship to change course. The enchanted vessel groaned against the violent currents and slowly turned back toward the coast of Seraglo. The sea wyrms chased for a distance, then hesitated as they drew near shallow water, finally retreating into the dark depths. The Seraglo patrol mages watched in surprise, yet did not launch further attacks, merely maintaining their vigilance.
The journey back was no easier. The currents still threatened to capsize the ship, and his magic was nearly drained dry. When the hull finally touched the sand of the abandoned harbor, Kaisel stepped onto solid ground, his legs trembling from exhaustion. The salt wind swept over his face, and he turned his gaze toward the wilderness where the war raged.
He had given up the journey across the deadly strait for the time being. The secret in Scara still haunted him, and the danger had never faded. But he made his choice. He would stand with Dylan and the rest, holding the line against the dark horde.
The road ahead was still filled with blood and danger. But at this moment, he was no longer a lone fugitive running for a distant rescue. He returned to his old battlefield, ready to fight alongside those who shared his fate.
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