The Citadel was an impressive fortress, sculpted from solid rocks, its grandeur implying the handiwork of a powerful Magus.
A mile-wide sea of lava separated them from the Citadel, a molten moat that promised a fiery death. However, as they neared, a bridge magically raised from the scorching river, creating a path for them.
Thousands of Dreadspineer spiders were hot on their trail, scurrying across the bridge in relentless pursuit. Yet, their chase was cut short when the bridge subrged back into the lava sea, engulfing the spiders in a blaze and drowning their shrieks in a violent sizzle.
Once the last echoes of the spiders' screams faded away, the group arrived and parked in front of the Citadel. The leader of the Space Knights dismounted the construct and bellowed, "Open up!!" Monts later, the gates creaked open, revealing a ragtag group of Magus, so brandishing similar projectile weapons.
"Slowly get out! One by one!!" They commanded, their voices stern and unyielding.
An exhaustive physical examination followed, conducted under the unyielding gazes of the guards. Despite their knowledge of the female commander's dire condition, they ticulously scanned each new arrival with a laser-like focus, their vigilance unbroken.
Young Master Silo, a man of distinguished bearing, raised his voice in protest. "What is going on here?! Who are you people?!" His voice was a highborn lilt, smoothed by years of luxury, yet now twisted into a strained plea. "What do you want?!" His words bounced off the formidable stone walls, unanswered, swallowed by the silent watchers.
But then, from the imposing gate, an older magus stepped forward. Lines of age and experience were etched onto his weathered face, an aura of unmistakable authority surrounded him. His eyes, like twin celestial bodies, glowed with the power of the Full Moon realm, their penetrating gaze muting Silo's protest like a candle extinguished in a storm.
The space knight, reported in a voice as gruff as grinding stones, "We only managed to bring back eleven of them."
"Good work, Captain," the older magus acknowledged, his gaze sweeping across the group like a falcon surveying its domain. His eyes finally rested on the dying female commander, recognizing her instantly. "She is Seraphina the Ironheart, Take her to Master Fleming, imdiately."
At his command, two of the ragtag magus quickly carried Seraphina away. The older man then turned back to the group, his gaze eting each of their eyes in turn as he introduced himself, "I'm Commander Shepard. Like you, we are prisoners of the Demon's Pit; we've simply been here a little longer."
He paused, allowing the weight of his words to settle over them before adding, "If you wish to enter this citadel, you must abide by my commands." His voice echoed in the quiet, a chilling reminder of their situation.
Their surroundings, a formidable citadel carved from solid rocks, stood as a stark testant to their reality. Rising against the backdrop of a rcilessly burning sky, its stone façade bore the marks of countless confrontations, yet stood unbowed.
As the group passed through the citadel's imposing gate, a world unlike anything they had seen before unfolded before them. The raw energy of magic saturated the air, bristling against Ery's senses, as he picked up the presence of over a hundred human magus within the stronghold. Each one was an amalgamation of desperation, resilience, and sheer will to survive - a somber testant to the realities of the Demon's Pit.
The structure of the citadel was grandiose in its ruggedness, a fortress hewn from the heart of the landscape. The formidable stone walls, adorned with dozens of Magus guards at their posts, towered over the internal expanse of the compound. The harsh, unwavering gaze of the guards was reflected in the glittering devices mounted onto the thick walls.
Ery then saw the mobile construct move across the expansive yard with a thunderous rumble, kicking up a storm of dust and pebbles. It finally pulled to a halt by what seed to be a tallic workshop, humming with an undercurrent of activity. Several magus, their robes sared with gri and streaks of oil, descended upon the vehicle. They moved with the practiced efficiency of those well-acquainted with their craft, their hands darting in and out of the construct's innards, checking its condition.
A little away from the vehicle, other magus were carefully pulling out several bodies to be taken inside the citadel's main building. Their movents were respectful, yet chanical - a grim routine in this harsh world. Seeing the lifeless forms, Commander Shepard's expression hardened, his gaze distant.
He then began to explain the situation. Each week, a cargo of human prisoners was sent plumting down into the hellish landscape. The ti and location of the drops varied, and this ti, it had fallen dangerously close to the Elven side of the planet.
"Fortunately, Captain Steele here was swift," the Commander continued, a hint of admiration seeping into his gravelly voice. The Captain in question was the space knight who had led the daring rescue mission. At the ntion of his na, the two surviving space knights quickly saluted, their faces a mix of relief and reverence. Evidently, Steele was a figure of high regard among the Imperium knights.
The Commander once more addressed the group, his gaze sweeping over each face. "You wouldn't be here if you weren't high-value prisoners," he noted, the implication hanging heavy in the air. Each of them harbored secrets, valuable enough to land them here, in the jaws of the Demon's Pit. His gaze hardened, a steely resolve flickering in his eyes as he added, "But I hope you all are ready to set that aside for our common goal... survival."
Commander Shepard began to personally acquaint himself with each of the new arrivals, among the 10, two stood up from the rest.
The elderly magus, master of kinetic magic, was a full moon called Yurek, he was once an influential magus until an incident that led to his declining health. The second one, the tattooed half-moon magus from Coven of Shades was called Wex. He has a reputation for massacring an enemy outpost by himself. When the commander went to approach Ery, before Ery could utter his own introduction, a different voice filled the air, beating him to it.
"He's Ery Ambrose the Savage Acolyte, third place in the Magus Academy tournant before it was destroyed," announced a man with a distinct familiarity. This interruption wasn't from Atlas but from a middle-aged man with blonde hair who was flashing a warm smile.
Recognition washed over Ery in a wave of nostalgia and shock. The man was none other than Urix Wellenstein, an esteed instructor from the Light Academy, who had ntored Ery in the art of light elental magic for several weeks. Despite the brevity of their ti together, Urix held a special place in Ery's mories, sharing a pedestal with his beloved master, Xion.
Ery was left montarily stunned at the sight of Urix, his mind a whirlwind of questions. The last mory he had of the Magus was before the bloody Incursion at the academy, an event that leave to the destruction of the academy.
"It's good to see you again, Ery," Urix greeted
Before Ery could return the greeting, Urix continued, his voice echoing with enthusiasm as he properly introduced Ery to the commander. "He is a powerful wolf bloodline and dual proficient in nature and darkness, a space magic!"
Ery swiftly interrupted him, "I can no longer cast my darkness spell due to an injury," he clarified, a note of disappointnt edging his words. This piece of information drew a frown on Urix's face.
"That's too bad, really too bad," Urix muttered, sharing Ery's lant. However, he quickly added, "But I can still contribute with tasks related to nature magic and my apothecary skills."
Upon hearing this, the commander instructed Ery to join the healers' group. Urix eagerly seconded the idea. "Yes, you are coming with !" he declared, steering Ery away from the crowd.
Ery had hoped to catch up with Atlas, but Urix appeared to have sothing urgent that required his attention. "It's the woman you brought with us. We'd like to know exactly what happened," Urix said, signaling towards Seraphina, the Ironheart.
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