-boom
-boom
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The fighting became more intense by the minute as midnight drew closer and closer. Soon the moonlight of the full moon shone overhead and the beasts went wild with power.
Every man in the three clans’ forces had been trained specifically to combat fog monsters. All the while, they frequently sent people in to practice killing isolated groups.
However, nothing they had experienced in all that time could compare to this. This was a full-frontal assault against the fog and all its inhabitants. This was a challenge to its very existence.
The heat was building up on this cold night as they cut down one beast after the other, only to have them replaced by a new swarm of beasts, each unfailing on the grand stage. It was blood boiling and extremely tiring.
But the night had only just begun.
-howlllll
All of a sudden, a monstrous howl sounded from deep within the fog, as a giant wolf creature with white fire slowly emerged from the thick fog. Its claws dug into the ground, its eyes shone with a resplendent white glow, and it was brimming with unadulterated energy.
A mythic fog beast had come out.
"Hold the line!" Logan barked suddenly, and in the next second his figure flew off from the formation, his two claymores cutting through the fog as he slashed forward.
-clang!!!
The mythic wolf raised its left claws and clashed with Logan, sending a shockwave of energy that dispersed the fog around both of them.
"Die, beast!" Logan blurted out blocking the attack before twisting his body through the air and striking repeatedly at the beast. The Valor family was a forward-fighting family; their forte was mainly combat, so he was the best candidate to lead the assault.
Coupled with his unmatched strength, he could fight a mythic high-lord all on his own. That was just how powerful he was.
But would this be enough?
"Brace yourself, Mason, we have company," resounded Robin’s voice from far back in the Aaron formation as he looked overhead.
There was a shadow flying overhead just above them within the fog.
A flying beast—not just any flying beast, but a mythic flying fog beast. During their stay here, they had only encountered two flying beasts, and this was the second one.
"Hmp! Time for payback," Mason nodded promptly, and quickly signaled to a group of three men behind him.
This wasn’t their first tussle with this particular beast; they had failed to kill it before due to their lack of preparation, but now? They wouldn’t miss this kill for anything in the world.
The same scene was happening all over the battlefield, and the elite units of the three clans created small pocket teams and pushed into the fog to fight the increasing number of mythic beasts.
First it was one, then two, then three… for now? They were five—five mythic beasts of the high-lord code! Who knew how many were still hiding in the shadows. This was beginning to look more like a death trap than anything else.
"That’s enough of that, let’s regroup," Victoria stated as she walked through the fog, her body smoldering like a flaming stake. She had been fighting against the fog beasts straggling around quite seriously.
"Okay," Guilliman smirked.
[everyone regroup!]
He used his soul connection to call everyone from their various positions in the fog. In no time, they all returned and gathered around Guilliman and Victoria.
All of them, staring at her with utmost readiness despite how dire this situation was, believed in their ability to win against all odds.
Or at least try.
"What’s the ETA of Carlson and his pets?" Victoria asked Guilliman, to which he responded by raising his five fingers.
Five minutes; that meant they were already on the outskirts of the fog, and they would soon hear the sound of stomping.
"We can’t win over the fog; this is obvious. There are dozens, if not hundreds, of mythic beasts in this thing. We know it, and the three clans know it. However, we also know that this fog has something to do with Raven’s Keep, so chances are there’s a way to deactivate it inside the keep."
"So the plan is simple: get into the keep at all costs. The fighting is important, but our survival is more so…" Victoria paused and turned her head to look behind the group, where a large crowd of slayers could be seen rushing towards them.
The reinforcements left outside were already making their way in—not because they wanted to help, but because they were running from something.
"Okay guys, form up, let’s push in!" Victoria, not wanting to be trapped inside the free-for-all that was about to explode, raised her sword and called forth her cohort to take their fighting positions.
Meanwhile, as soon as the waning moon beasts entered the fog, the myriad monsters within it felt it in their very bones.
The mythic beasts that were currently fighting against the human slayers raised their heads and peered in the direction of the waning beast horde.
-woommm
The fog soon began to churn like boiling water; its very essence was irritated by the presence of those who had entered it.
One after the other, mythic beasts rose from their resting places all over the crevices of the fog, each glaring at the waning beasts before breaking into a mad sprint in their direction.
In a span of just a few minutes, the number of mythic beasts in the fog multiplied tenfold and rushed towards the waning beasts to prevent them from reaching the core.
The worst thing about this was that the vast majority of the slayer army was stuck right in the middle of an enormous clash.
"Hold the flank and rotate!"
"Run for your lives!"
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"Duck, get out of the way!"
Screams of chaos echoed from every corner of the fog; everyone was in a panic, all of them trying to survive the onslaught of two bestial races that had hated each other for a century.
Meanwhile,
"Take a turn left," Guilliman, atop Ghost, pointed in a random direction, forcing the team to change their movement patterns.
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The fog had burst into action and was now crawling with beasts at every turn. Most were busy fighting against the slayer army and the waning beasts, but some stragglers were still roaming the fog, killing whatever came into sight.
To that effect, Guilliman had sent out his swordfish apparitions to scout the surroundings, and they would dutifully change their course whenever they were close to encountering something too strong.
"Barthold, check your left flank," Guilliman said sharply, warning Barthold of an incoming beast.
"Hmp!" Raising his shield, he took the full brunt of the attack from a grand dog-type beast and, with his morning star mace, bashed its head in, killing it instantly.
After so many kills, most of them had scaled up not only in equipment but also in general strength. Barthold was quite close to entering level 8. Killing a grand beast had become much easier than in the past when they first passed through the gate.
"We aren’t far from the gate. I can see its silhouette not too far away—steady pacing, and we will reach it soon," Guilliman assured them as he watched Barthold bludgeon the beast to death.
They were surrounded by gut-wrenching screams of humans being ripped apart. But the screams weren’t limited to humans; even the fog beasts were being killed.
Despite being clearly more powerful, with more troops amongst them, they were losing terribly.
Truly, these beasts were the bane of the fog. It seemed the Aaron family had the right idea on how to deal with the beasts of the fog.
However, Guilliman, who had read a lot about the actual situation, couldn’t help but feel a bit sad. After all, the fog had defended the shelter alongside humanity during the siege 200 years ago.
It was sad to see it being destroyed by those it was meant to protect.
"Hm?" While they made their way through the fog and towards the wall, Guilliman noticed a strange presence in their general vicinity.
They were being stalked.
"Morgan, the beast that chased you all the way from the old man’s ritual site, can you describe it?" Guilliman asked with a bitter smile.
"Yeah… sure," Morgan went on to describe the beast—its build, speed, even the color of its skin. It was a two-headed canine creature with lizard skin and razor-sharp teeth and claws.
Its abilities were strange, allowing it to seemingly turn into a cloud of red smoke, making it intangible; however, its intangible form didn’t mean it couldn’t attack when needed, as they had seen it cut down several trees in that state.
To top it all off, it was a mythic high-lord.
If there was anything they wished to avoid in this chaos, it would be that harrowing monster.
Unfortunately for them, it was currently following them—and it was not even alone.