Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 884

Chapter 884: Together In This

One moment, the people of Astaria were celebrating the miraculous revival of the Dark Fae Prince, Aldric, their cheers still echoing in the air. The next, those cheers were swallowed by screams, replaced by the deafening sound of chaos.

Terror seized them, as a horde of monstrous creatures invaded Astaria. The joyous arena was now a battlefield. A battle that did not involve just Aldric and Valerie, but the population of Astaria instead.

The monsters that stormed the venue were a terrifying sight to behold. They were grotesque, their green skin glistening under the sunlight. Some were massive orcs with bulging muscles and thick, leathery skin, wielding crude weapons made of stone and iron.

Goblins, smaller but no less menacing, darted through the crowd with jagged teeth, cackling with malicious glee as they tore into their victims. Trolls lumbered across the stands, towering over the fleeing Faeries, their long, clawed fingers tearing through anything in their path. Ogres, twice the size of any Fae, swung massive clubs, smashing through the delicate structures of the arena.

But it wasn’t just their green-skinned terror that caused the Faeries to falter. Pale-skinned banshees floated among them, their ghoulish, almost ethereal appearance deceptive. They seemed harmless until their hollow eyes locked onto a victim. In an instant, their faces contorted from calm to a mask of fury, and their piercing screams ripped through the air, so intense that even the strongest Fae warriors crumbled to their knees, clutching their ears in agony.

More monsters poured into the arena by the second. Half the venue, from the fighting pit to the spectator stands, was filled with these horrors. Faeries fought desperately, but they were quickly overwhelmed.

It soon became clear why the monsters had appeared so suddenly. Among the monstrous ranks were magicians, weaving spells that opened portals. The portals shimmered ominously in the battlefield, a gaping wound in reality through which an endless stream of creatures poured. Astaria’s defenses had been breached, and the city was under siege before anyone could raise an alarm.

Amid the chaos, Aldric grabbed Islinda’s hand, his grip firm as he attempted to steer her to safety. But there was no safe place, not with the monsters already filling half the arena and more coming every second. The city of Astaria was under attack, and nowhere was safe.

"We need to move!" Aldric shouted over the roar of battle, his voice urgent as he slashed through an oncoming goblin with his blade.

Holding Islinda tightly at his side, Aldric surveyed the scene. His eyes darted across the battlefield, taking in the situation. When he spotted the magical rifts and the magicians controlling them, his expression hardened.

"They’re from Tamry Forest!" he yelled, his voice cutting through the din. "The barrier has fallen!"

Even through the frenzy, the Fae heard him. At the mention of the Tamry Forest, real fear settled into their hearts. The forest had been a barrier between Astaria and the dark creatures beyond. Its fall meant the worst had come. Now it was only a matter of time before the monsters overran them completely.

"Protect the king! Protect the king!" came the voice of the general, who had been at the arena for the duel and now resumed his duties with a grim determination.

The king’s knights moved swiftly, forming a defensive circle around King Oberon. They tried to push through the onslaught, but the monsters were relentless.

Just when it seemed they might make it, a magician opened a portal beneath their feet, and half the knights were sucked in, only to reappear on the far side of the arena—right in the heart of the monsters’ ranks. The beasts fell upon them, tearing them apart before they could even react.

The general, seeing the massacre of his men, gritted his teeth and yelled, "Hold your ground! Get the king out of here!"

But it was no use. The monsters’ magicians were systematically picking off the elite knights, sending them through portals or killing them outright. It became clear that the monsters were not just mindless brutes. They were organized, tactical. Their magicians had identified King Oberon as the target. Take out the king, and Astaria would fall.

Aldric, realizing the danger, pushed through the melee, dragging Islinda along. He reached the general and shouted, "They’re after my father! He won’t make it out in time!"

The general’s face fell as the grim truth hit him. He had seen the same thing, but desperation had driven him to try to save the king regardless. But now it was clear—if the magicians weren’t stopped, they would soon get to them and King Oberon would be under attack.

Aldric took charge without hesitation. "Target the magicians!" he commanded. "Take them out, and we cut off their supply!"

The general didn’t object, stepping aside as Aldric assumed control. With new orders, the king’s knights turned their attention to the magicians.

The Faeries’ combined might quickly overwhelmed the enemy spellcasters. One by one, the monsters’ magicians began to fall, their dark portals closing behind them.

With the magicians gone, the relentless stream of monsters slowed, and the attack on the king’s knights halted. The surviving knights regrouped, forming a tighter defense around King Oberon, who remained shielded within their formation.

The general’s eyes lit up as the plan sunk in. It wasn’t perfect, but it was their best shot. Without hesitation, he turned to his subordinates, barking orders with the force of someone who knew they were in a race against time. ƒrēewebnovel.com

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