Seeing that Gurnak shook his head, appearing at the city wall and looking at the advancing demon army. There was still a large uncorrupted land before they could reach the city.
The land is to their advantage if they are to hold off this army while dealing with the ratn who will be making an appearance in his city. Gurnak was a mage who specialised in gravity and seeing their world response to the demon made him make so connection to his gravity magic.
The world responded to the demon by squashing them into at paste by exuding a heavy amount of pressure on them, too bad their world response was only passive as the crushed at paste of the demon are scattered around, leading to their land being corrupted and giving other incoming demons advantage of not bearing the sa pressure.
A magic circle appeared behind Gurnak like a halo as his figure slowly took to the sky, with his eyes closed. He was making contact with the pressure passively released from the world against the demons.
The demon army was quickly approaching the edge of the corrupted land and uncorrupted land when Gurnak made a connection, his figure completely gone still.
The unseen pressure beca visible to all who were paying attention to the battlefield. It appeared as a curtain of light purple rain that stretched out in a straight line between the corrupted and uncorrupted land.
The purple rain intensified, each drop now looking like a miniature black hole, devouring the demons that dared to cross. The screams of the demon horde echoed, a cacophony of pain and fear.
But the demons were relentless. They clawed at the curtain, their sheer numbers slowly eroding its strength. Gurnak, his face contorted in concentration, pushed harder, drawing more and more of the world’s pressure into his own magic.
The purple rain began to twist and writhe, forming a chaotic vortex that sucked the demons in. The ground trembled as the vortex grew, threatening to consu the approaching demon army.
Gurnak underestimated the concentration this would require, as the magic circle he had deployed around the city slowly dimd. Vorenza noticed this and imdiately gave the order. The third-stage demon fell back while countless first- and second-stage demons surged forward into the gravity well created by Gurnak.
Back at the city, the soldiers and mages guarding the breach saw the magic circle dimming. The mages imdiately cast levitation spells and took to the sky.
The ogre soldiers, shields at the ready, braced themselves as their general roared, "Hold!"
The general signaled, and they slowly stepped back. The only sounds were the screams of civilians pushing toward the portals and the roars of the demons beyond the city walls.
The magic circle vanished, leaving a small, steadily widening hole. A heavy silence fell, punctuated by the soldiers’ nervous gulps as they awaited the enemy.
A white thread shot from the hole. The soldiers raised their shields, but the thread expanded upon contact, adhering to several soldiers before retracting and pulling them screaming into the void.
The general’s roar cut through the chaos, demanding focus. "Shields up! Brace yourselves!" His voice, a mix of urgency and determination, attempted to steady the soldiers’ trembling hearts.
The white threads continued to snake from the expanding hole, their unnatural movents almost hypnotic. Each thread glistened eerily in the dimming light, its sharp whistling a warning of deadly precision. They darted between shields, snagging soldiers with uncanny accuracy and dragging them into the void.
The mages seeing the chaos conjured stream of flas directed at hole, followed by squealing and schreeches of the ratn, the ratn whol were taking their ti had to move imdiately as the flas seed to have a mind of it’s own as it drills through the hole eating away at them.
Sknull seeing the flas coming from the hole, Imdiately roared out "Attack, for goddess" The ratn imdiately began pushing towards the flas as they rushed out of the hole.
The mages imdiately stoppped the flas as the ratn rushed out of the hole to et with the ogre army in wait so as to not affect one of their own.
The city beca now the battlefield was a maelstrom of fear and chaos. Civilians surged through the streets, desperate to reach the portals. Cries of panic and despair echoed off the stone walls of the narrow alleys, blending with the distant roar of combat at the breach. The city guard struggled to maintain order, forming hasty barricades to prevent stampedes while redirecting the flow of terrified citizens.
At the breach, the ogre soldiers held their ground with grim resolve. Their shields, reinforced with heavy iron and wards, ford a nearly impenetrable wall. Behind them, archers and spearn lined the battlents, their weapons trained on the growing horde of ratn and their grotesque hybrid monstrosities.
The hybrids were a nightmare given form—hulking creatures with the skittering legs of demon-spiders and the sinewy, muscular torsos of ratn. Their multifaceted eyes glead with malicious intelligence, and their chittering voices ford an eerie counterpoint to the battle cries of the advancing ratn.
The general’s voice bood again. "Hold the line! Do not falter!" He brandished a massive halberd, its blade etched with runes that glowed faintly in the gloom.
Suddenly, a deafening crack split the air as one of the hybrids leaped over the shield wall, its spindly legs piercing the ground with enough force to send shockwaves rippling through the ranks. The creature’s fanged maw opened wide, releasing a venomous spray that hissed as it struck shields and armor. Soldiers scrambled to counter, their weapons clanging against the creature’s chitinous exoskeleton.
Above, the mages circling above unleashed a barrage of spells. Arcs of lightning, shards of ice, and searing bursts of fire rained down upon the ratn. For every spell that struck true, dozens of ratn fell, their bodies consud by the magical onslaught. But the tide of the horde was relentless, pushing forward with manic fervor, their grotesque war chants growing louder.
"Incoming!" a soldier shouted as one of the hybrids reared back and expelled a dense webbing toward the battlents. The sticky mass engulfed several archers, pulling them down to the frenzied ratn below.
The general snarled, "Focus fire on the hybrids! Bring them down!" His halberd swung in a deadly arc, severing one of the hybrid’s legs. The creature screeched, collapsing as soldiers sward it, stabbing with spears and blades until it ceased moving.
The priest who also erged seeing how the ogre’s army was taking care of them, set their gaze at the screaming civilians not too far away. From the depths, more hybrids clawed their way to the surface, their ergence accompanied by bursts of foul-slling smoke.
The ogre, occupied by the rushing ratman horde, could do nothing as the hybrid rushed towards the civilians.
Captain Aldric of the city guard rallied his troops. "To ! Protect the civilians! Use the enchanted pikes!" The guardsn ford tight phalanxes, their weapons glowing faintly with imbued magic. They t the advancing hybrids head-on, thrusting their pikes into vulnerable joints and eyes.
Overhead, Archmage Elinor extended her staff, channeling a massive spell. "Everyone, clear the square!" she commanded. A glowing sigil ford in the air, pulsing with power. The apprentices abandoned their efforts at the portals and joined her, feeding their energy into the growing spell.
The sigil detonated, releasing a do of light that engulfed the hybrids and ratn near the square. When the light faded, only scorched ground remained where the invaders had stood. The crowd erupted into a mix of cheers and sobs, but Elinor’s grim expression silenced any celebration.
"This is only the first wave," she muttered to her apprentices. "Prepare for more. We’ll hold the city or die trying."
Back at the breach, the general surveyed the battlefield. The ratn had begun erecting crude siege engines, their corrupted biological tech forming grotesque catapults and battering rams from the carcasses of their own fallen.
Back underground as more ratn were grouping up for the next stage of attack as the priest dicuss on what strategy to use. A ratman stood inconspicious, hidden as most other rtan ignored his existence.
This ratman managed to make his way to the next group to attack, with a wave of a priest staff. The next group rushed out of the hole with this ratman following close behind.
Once this ratman got to the surface he was attracted by a glowing portal off in the distance from the breach. The wind blew moving the cloak covering the ratman to show it was chief, still battered up but he still was able to move.
Unlike other ratman, the chief had a new goal once he saw the portal. He had planned on escaping from the city but now this portal worked best for him.
Chief, ignoring the shrieks and skittering of his brethren as they surged towards the city walls, veered sharply to the west. The portal, shimring with an otherworldly luminescence, pulsed like a beacon in his vision.
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