"General Bret, the reglios seem to be going berserk! The undead have also all collapsed." A young male elf reported. His face was covered in sweat, and his chest was heaving up and down. He had just come from the front lines.
"Alright. Just do your best to hold on. Do not let Madam Ishtar's barrier go to waste. The only reason we have not lost a single life yet is due to her protection. What is the report with the skeletal hands and the giant monsters reported before?" Bret had been stuck in the command tent trying to keep his people alive.
"We are not sure. We can not get close enough. We only know that the Lord and the Madams are all fighting." The young male elf answered.
"Alright. Since the Lord and the Madams are fighting with everything they have, we will start pushing. Large scale spells are now allowed. Go all out but remember to leave a bit of mana in your bodies and retreat once it is drained. We will fight with everything we have." Bret had not allowed large scale attacks until now because he was worried about needing to split off their forces. But now that the undead were gone, this lightened the load on his people, and now they could quickly take out as many reglios as possible. "Use that as well. Push the reglios in tightly and use our trump card."
"Understood!" The young male elf saluted and turned on his heel before running out of the room.
The, That that they were talking about was a weapon akin to a nuclear weapon. But it was made of condensed mana and could only be used on a small scale, but it was enough to rid the massive army of reglios of half their forces. Bret was hoping this would lighten Blake's load a bit.
The bomb, dubbed Little Timmy, would be carried by a dragonic and would be dropped at its target. Once it landed and detonated, the condensed mana inside would cause a vortex, creating a massive tornado made of both fire and wind magic. The scale and damage it would do were on a whole different level since the entire thing would be made up of microscopic blades of wind that could dice up anything at a microscopic level destroying the very atoms of the things it touched. The tornado would only last about ten minutes, but those caught up in it would end up as nothing more than an invisible gas.
Arrangements were made quickly, and one of the ex-dragonic princes offered to be the one to drop it. He transformed into his dragonic form and flew off up into the air with the bomb in his front claws. He flew over the massive reglios army and hovered there, waiting for the big push to happen. He could see his comrades all pulling back out of the fray to form a moon shaped line as they pushed the reglios together. A transmission entered his ear, causing his scaly lips to curl up. He squinted his big eyes before finally letting go of the bomb in his claws.
The bomb that seemed to be made of glass was filled with a redish blue energy. It descended from the sky. There did not seem to be a shadow at all, just a refraction of light, so the reglios did not even notice the object falling on their heads until it was too late.
Silence…
There was no sound at all as a massive surge of mana filled the area and shot upwards into the sky, creating multiple massive magic circles. Seconds later, all hell broke loose. The roar of a massive tornado was heard, and anything under it was being sucked up into it. What made this spell so deadly was that you would not even know it was there unless you looked up at the magic circle that hovered in the air. You could only see the beings below as well as the ground being disintegrated into nothing as they came in contact with the tornado.
"Push them in!" Ancient Tamal yelled out. He was leading the troops on the front line. He had long understood what this bomb could do, so he was ready for this moment. The front line was pushing in, moving inch by inch. And with each inch of ground made, another inch of thousands of reglios was being shaved off.
"Use wind magic! Blow some of them away!" Another order came out. The front line of the reglios suddenly felt their bodies lifting off the ground as they were thrown back over the reglios behind them towards the center of the ground. The suction force of the tornado plucked them out of the wait and sucked them in.
Back on the other side, Blake could see the reglios army quickly losing numbers. He couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. This massive army had already lost its leader, and now they were even more disorganized than before.
"Blake Sister Ishtar and the others seem to be struggling. The door is already half pulled out!" Noa announced. Blake turned around and looked at the massive stone door engraved with a disturbing scene of what looked like souls grasping at the lone skeleton in a cloak standing at the top. Intertwined in the mass of souls were creatures Blake had never seen before grabbing and eating these souls.
"We will retreat if the sealing fails. If we can't seal it, then we will have no choice but to give up and return to the city. At least there, we will be able to fortify ourselves from any attackers. The test of the new bomb also worked well. We will make new weapons using this same kind of spell, like land mines. Once someone steps on it, they will be erased from existence." Blake was already trying to make up countermeasures. How many of them will work was another story. All he knew now was they had to hold out for as long as possible.
