33 Risen#re - Chapter 363

Lirian floated back down to the window, when the mother and daughter went quiet, they were simply in each-others arms, without saying a word.

Lirian floated in through the window unnoticed by the two, “Tomorrow follow the plan as we’ve discussed,” Lirian said, he found that for some reason his tone had become gentler.

Lady Liberia looked up; she was wondering when he would show up.

“You know that I can’t do that, if we try to leave we’ll be shot down,” she said with defeat.

“Now that your daughter is here and not in the keep, you don’t have a choice but to leave, when House Kurt discovers that she’s missing they will come looking here first at which point it won’t make a difference,” Lirian explained.

Lady Liberia sighed, she was beyond feeling anger right now, she was delighted by her reunion with her daughter, but she felt like her days were limited.

She didn’t even have the energy to feel anger about all the losses Lirian caused to her house, everything seemed hopeless.

“Even if I rally my house to leave, none of the other nobles will dare to leave,” Liberia said shaking her head.

Lirian chuckled, “I told that you’d get a sign,” Lirian said, “It will be loud and clear, and unmistakable when you see it, use the sign to convince the other nobles to follow behind you,” Lirian said and turned to leave.

“What’s the sign?” Liberia asked hoping to get a better answer than before, one that wasn’t so cryptic.

“When dawn arrives and the blood mist lifts look to the gates of the keep,” Lirian said and jumped out the window.

Lirian raced through the mists, but his first target was not the keep, no, in fact, he was moving in the opposite direction heading directly towards the walls.

“It’s time to make a scene,” Lirian whispered, a spell circle formed in his palm, and a torrent of winds started to pour out of the spell.

A whirlwind formed completely Lirian’s control, Lirian extended his mental waves to take complete control over the spell and controlled its movements.

The whirlwind raced towards the wall, sucking in all the crimson mist in its path, the whirlwind became a red vortex of death and it created a large visible area in the city.

The whirlwind tore through the streets until it hit the wall, then it climbed to the top of the wall and started to race along the wall.

By that point the guards noticed the rapid change in the environment and the unnatural tornado of death that was running across the walls.

It blew out their torches and started to lift things of the ground and as it drew closer to the guards they could feel the suction drawing them in, but lucky for them it lacked the power to lift them up entirely.

Lirian followed behind the whirlwind, as the whirlwind moved past the first guards he appeared behind their unsuspecting backs, they were still busy staring at the twister in horror, when Lirian pulled their swords from their sheaths.

With a swipe of the sword the two guards fell dead and Lirian moved towards the ballista, “It would be a waste of energy to use up my energy to break these,” Lirian chuckled, “But then who was that said, ‘Isn’t thou gravity such a bitch’,” Lirian laughed.

He used telekinesis to pull the ballista backward and in a few second it toppled backward over the wall and went crashing down into the city.

BOOM!

The entire city shook under the crushing weight of the siege engine, it smashed through a building and created a cloud of dust and with all the mist being sucked into the whirlwind it was extremely apparent.

Ding, Ding, Ding.

The bell towers started to chime, the loud sound carried through every corner of the city, and the nightmare that everyone had thought came to its end started once more with a deafening bang.

Lirian rushed along the city walls killing the soldiers and novices alike with ease, every time he finished with another group he moved on to the ballistae, this time he grabbed onto the weapon took a deep breath and lifted it into the air.

Lirian felt his veins bulge under the immense weight, then he took off with a short dash in the direction of the soldiers that were rushing to attack him.

Lirian jumped into the air with the ballista in hand and swung and started to spin like a whirlwind himself.

The soldiers were helpless before the crushing might of the ballistae, as Lirian spun they turned to splatter against the siege engine’s steel body, but after a while they started to retreat with frantic shouts and screams.

“Oh, you don’t want be to bludgeon you to death,” Lirian muttered, “Fine then!” Lirian roared and threw the ballista through the air.

The soldiers all froze as they saw the weapon that required entire teams of novices just to pull them, soar through the air, in a manner that it was not intended to be used.

The ballista steamrolled over the soldiers and under its immense weight the wall started to crack and crumble, until the weapon fell over and crashed down into the city.

Lirian continued his new task, ballista after ballista went crashing into the city.

Lirian killed the next squad and started to pull the ballista, but just then some said, “You’re not going to drop this one,” and Lirian was suddenly met with resistance as he pulled.

Lirian turned to find three adapts gritting their teeth and pulling on the chains to stop Lirian.

“You don’t want to lose the ballista, fine,” Lirian muttered, “Then I say till death do you path,” Lirian said and gritted his teeth.

He focused all his power on telekinesis and Lifted the entire weapon in the air with the three adapts dangling from the chains, they didn’t even get a chance to react, when Lirian flipped them over the walls with the ballista, and in the next second they went splat under the weight of the weapon.

Lirian continued for a while as the shouts grew more and more drastic and crazy, at one-point Lirian heard someone shouting, “It’s raining ballistae, from the sky,” while others were shouting things like, “Silver hair and Self-declared God”.

After a while Lirian saw two orange figures ridding through the misty city, a grin split his lips when he saw his two favourite punching bags.

It was Lord Rupid and his brother, they were coming to bring the fight to Lirian.

Lirian chuckled, “Such Fools,” and at once he cancelled the whirlwind and cast another spell to restore the red mist.

In the next moment Lirian leapt from the wall and ran across the roof top of the cities at rapid speed, as the two-family leaders reached the outer walls, he returned to the keep.

“It’s so easy to fool those idiots,” Lirian muttered, but at the same time he was curious, as he looked at the keep he could not spot the energy signature of House Kurt’s ancestor.

Something strange was going on with that old man, and Lirian needed to figure it out.

“Well it’s a good thing that both my targets for tonight are likely to know the answer,” Lirian said to himself and snuck back into the keep.