The Fire and The Storm - The Nexus of Kellaran #2 novel Chapter 60

Part 11

Mark had been sitting in the kitchen with Talia and Alilia, drinking tea in a frustrated and grumpy state of battle-readiness. He was the first to realize what was happening and checked the Wards in a fraction of a second, and found them unaffected by what his children were doing.

“Damn right!!” he growled as he instantly gathered all the available power in the community and passed it to his children with a Draw spell. “I have the Command Link!” he announced as the twins accepted the power and directed it into their spell, still screaming and shaking their clenched fists as they brought the Firestorm down to the dome while intensifying it and making it grow quickly enough to catch many of the demons who tried to escape.

Within six seconds a quarter of the demons were dead, and the rest had fled.

“YES!! Take THAT, stupid demons!!!” Helemia yelled at the empty pre-dawn sky, while Reggie yelled;

“HA! Who’s tough now?!!! Who’s strong now, you ugly smelly scum!!!”

Suddenly they both stopped celebrating, even as those on the ground below began. They turned all the way around, looking out at the ground around the Wards.

“What is it?” Valentia asked as Karzog appeared beside them.

“The land that we burned out there hasn’t been Restored, and Quewanak hasn’t said the exercise was finished.” Reggie flatly stated. “This isn’t over. They’ll be back, and they’ll be back today, or Quewanak would’ve just said it was over and started another exercise tomorrow.”

“Let’s get down to the hall. I’m sure everyone’s gonna want a meeting.” Helemia suggested, then Translocated the four of them without waiting for an answer.

Sure enough, about half the community joined them in the hall over the next few minutes. The rest decided to get some sleep.

The twins were given a rousing cheer, and they tried to get Valentia to take a bow with them, but she demurred and cheered them along with the rest.

“Valentia was just as responsible for that as us.” Helemia announced as soon as the noise had dropped. “She figured out how to cast that through our Wards without causing a disruption, she suggested we do so, her version of the spell was eleven percent more efficient than ours and took four-fifths as much time to cast, and if she hadn’t said anything we’d have just gone outside the Wards and started blasting away like infants having a tantrum.

“Give her a big cheer! Valentia!!!”

This time she had no choice but to accept her people’s tribute, and stood blushing, smiling, and fidgeting as they gave it.

“As fine as that was, we have other things to think about.” Mark announced. “The demons will be back today. Quewanak hasn’t announced the end of the exercise.”

“He hasn’t restored the forest we burnt either.” Reggie pointed out.

The colony’s response time was down to two seconds at the next attack six hours later, but the demons were expecting it now. They only cast the gigantic explosion and fled before any were struck down by the Firestorm.

The next attack was only an hour later, but Povon responded in a fraction of a second and killed another four hundred demons before they could all flee. They still managed to cast their explosion before she struck them though, and each explosion deteriorated the Wards to a significant degree.

It became a battle of attrition. They killed some demons almost every time, and the explosions became weaker and weaker, but so did their Firestorms and their Wards. Still the attacks increased in frequency, and stabilized at just more than two per hour.

The Wards failed at midmorning the next day, and by that time there were somewhat less than six hundred demons left. The colonists then realized that they had waited too long; they should have evacuated before then, but now they were so depleted that they lacked the power to evacuate them all to safety away from Hiliani. And they refused to abandon any of their comrades.

But as the battle began in earnest, it was seen that the demons were also almost completely depleted of magic.

“Damn it, we can still win this!” Mark angrily declared. “We fight on until we only have enough power left to Translocate our survivors to the shelters, then we fall back!”

Most of the settlers took to the air as the fight commenced, and it soon spread in the skies far beyond the settlement. Mark and his family and the three dragons formed the settlement’s most effective squadron, attacking wherever the demons were most numerous, or where defenders were hard-pressed. Every once in a while, when they remembered that it was only an exercise, it was a lot of fun to be swooping through the skies together, dodging and blocking attacks and blasting at the demons.

Over the next six hours, as the forces on both sides ran out of power, the fight degraded from flying and casting careful attack spells, to ground-fighting and only using their magic for Shielding, and finally to purely muscle-powered warfare as it had existed eons ago.