I created my own system Chapter 387: Teamwork

"Which ones first?" Alya's voice cut through the panic, cool and small but sharper than anyone else's. Witnessing her be this composed, a smile ford on Apollo's lips. He always admired this part of her, always collected, and sohow she has the confidence to know what she wants to.

A pair of golden eyes stares down on her as she crouches over the holo-map, fingertips tracing the closest corpse detonators. Her senses were a blade cutting cleanly, she could feel the ones that needed to be removed first. Her first focus was the east.

"Concentrate on the ones clustered near the south gate and the eastern approach. If they go off there the blast will punch straight under the barrier."

"Got it." Keith's hands were already dancing on his console. He didn't speak much, but when he did it held the authority of soone used to taking the weight of lives.

"I'll take the gravity now. Aaron, you ready to teleport?"

Aaron's reply was a rush of breath; he was a bit nervous, his forehead sweating hard as he felt the pressure. "I'm— I'm ready. I can only hold a handful at once. I can't overload the use of my Blessings."

"Then teleport them in groups," Apollo said, voice steadier than before. His fingers run over the console while Jeremiah runs simulations so that he can respond to any kind of situation.

"I will gather so of them, then you teleport them away," Aaron nodded his head, feeling less nervous since Apollo is there.

On the other hand, to make sure no one will notice the dead bodies levitating in the air, Keith assigns two people to handle it along with Blair's blessings.

Arabella and Vesta began moving, their hand already had instrunts made in the sa property as the console.

Vesta's flute was a black tallic tube with blue glowing lines running along its sides. Instead of normal holes, the flute's back was replaced with buttons, one that she needed to press to aid the sound to be produced. Arabella held the sa design though hers was a wand filled with unreadable runes. Blair sat beside the two as they stared at the screens, prepared to cast the illusion they needed to make.

"Make them look like wind," Alya ordered. "Make the garrison see nothing until the last second."

The success of their mission lies in the fact that it needs to be hidden. Everyone began working. As seconds went by, the danger approached; they couldn't afford any more delay.

Vesta lifted her instrunt and began a single, low note. It vibrated the air, not loud. Each ti she blew, the flute lit up in sync with the action, pulsing as if it were alive and gently whispering. Arabella chis in, holding the wand that amplifies her spells. The silent chants beca her will that transford the hypnotic music into a storm, sweeping those who could hear it. The sound it produces now sculpted the perception of everyone around the battlefield, making them blind to the moving bodies; they will not hear it nor even see what is truly happening, only what the three casters wanted them to see. Blair assists every step, making sure nothing will go wrong. His voice made the music even more enchanting, leaving the listeners enslaved.

The corpse-bombs rose. They did it clumsily at first, jerky and trembling, probably out of nervousness. Soon, Apollo silently interfered, improving their mind and their skill to maximum.

The battlefield was swept by a deceptive lody. Arabella's second phrase wrapped each form in a resonance-veil; Vesta's chord wove a second layer, one that dampened the corpse's scent and eye-catching features, while Blair's words accompany the symphony of their magic and music. Under its influence, the bloated, rune-carved beasts beca nothing more than drifting sacks of rag and snow to any casual watcher. With the battle reaching its peak, they couldn't spare a glance or a thought for anything other than surviving.

"Keep the field tight," Alya told them, thumbs moving across a subpanel to focus the illusion-band. "If the illusion produced by the music tears, they'll know. Keep it all together"

From the illusion the scene transitioned. Keith's will echoes as gravity-threads hooked beneath the first cluster of bombs. He didn't push them, only eased the power that held them in place, making them featherlight. Their weight bled out the way a bubble leaks air, they floated fast into the air as if nothing could tie them down. While so rose up into the atmosphere, clusters of bodies began disappearing.

"Can you still continue, Aaron." Kieth's voice was a calm despite being under the storm. He looked at his friend wanting to know his condition.

Aaron just nodded, his gaze locked on the map. Teleportation portals flared across each territory, transporting bodies from one place to another. He took in a single breath and blinked them away, flinging the first cluster into the enemy territory, without the Aileenians knowing their precious weapon was now being used against them. A handful of the corpses detonated the mont the teleport completed; the blast caught the enemy in surprise, a muffled thump like a drum under a thick blanket. So of the corpses turned into fragnts as they exploded, they flew from the opening and blood into a ring of blackened snow where so enemy lines had held position. With an unexpected attack, so imdiately reassemble their formation, taking the wounded out of the front line. However, with fire and smoke rising, accompanied by screams. Confusion took over so camps, but it only lasted for a few minutes before dying down. Though the bomb didn't have a lasting effect, it was enough of a distraction for Apollo's friends to grab the opportunity. Seconds went by, and the children were busy cooking and saving the empire, and bodies continued to be transported. The rest were sent to a long-abandoned cold coastline where salt and ice would take the worst of the blast and nothing of value would be lost.

"Two clusters down," Aaron panted. "I can take the rest into the enemy territory but it's too far so I can only dump them into the nearby abandoned area" Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on NoveIꜰire

"That's okay Aaron I will take care of the ones you can't take" Apollo reassure him, his friend despite being tired nodded his head, while heart eased a little.

"Take three. Keith, mark the ones you can't take, I will take them as well." Keith nodded though his eyes were calm, but his chest felt like soone had tightened a band around it. The pressure thrumd in his veins; though his friends' company kept the panic at bay.

Alya pointed at a final cluster, near the south gate. "Those lines are bound to have a chain reaction. Remove these ones to ensure the damage won't escalate in case it explodes. Keith, can you remove their gravity? Can you still do it?"

To answer that question Keith's hands moved. Where he reached, the corpses' weight evaporated entirely. They rose like black balloons against the fiery sky. For a heartbeat, everyone watched them hang, yet no matter how much they looked, they couldn't register what exactly they were looking at. All they could do was look and be under the influence of a rhythm that continues to whisper, guiding them to a lie they had to believe. The soft accompanint of Vesta's own breath-magic, Arabella's boost, and Blair's words was unbreakable and inescapable.

The chain they had created flowed flawlessly; thus, the transporting and hypnotism continued.

Aside from Keith's and Blair's tag team of deception and transportation, there is another team that is assisting with the operation, Samael and Agnes.

Samael controls the heat, not just to keep the allied soldiers warm but also to distribute the heat from the atmosphere towards the enemies. And so with the explosion happening, the temperature rose, burning many people and resources. Agnes, on the other hand, continues to accelerate and slow the ti, assisting her friends to get the job done.

"Another one blow up," Samael whispered. "I will transfer the heat to the other people who are suffering from the cold." his console was on the move, his thoughts leaning to the ordinary citizens that is being dragged into this war. He looked at the screen again and saw the residence area being plunged into freezing temperatures. This scene tugged at his heart; he rembered his ti in the church. The teachings and the belief in helping those in need.

As those thoughts began to bug him, sothing throbbing stabbed his chest, knowing the reason for his pain, he couldn't help but clench his teeth. In that mont, a silent prayer began to be heard from him which reached heaven. That plea was heard and a gift was given as an answer. In that mont, the warmth no longer brought a re comfort but beca a force that soon burned away the pain of those who were suffering.

The night grew colder for others, but for those who were chosen, it was a welcoming darkness, one that nded their sorrow. Everything was going well not until a glaring red light blared across the screen.

A warning

"What is going on?"