Otherworld Soldiers~Rise of the Apocalypse by Fox Lancet

Author:Fox Lancet [Lancet, Fox]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-02-25T22:00:00+00:00

The day was bright and the red orb drifting in the sky emanated little heat and the temperature seemed not to exist. Though, high in the Mountains of the Moons, the breeze was frequent and when it was about, it was cool and cutting.

At the moment, the air was gravely still. Kaleb tramped cautiously through the littered forest. He was near Strace Peak, but his chest was suspiciously empty, when it should have pounded gently with the presence of his brothers. The emptiness filled his head with doubt and his limbs with dread.

In addition to eliminating the Demon sentinels that had originally been posted there, including their giant equines, he had left the gate with thirty-some skilled Seraphs and twelve of his most loyal and expensive Slecktics. No Demon had been left alive, save for the ones that had pursued his brethren through the gate toward the end of the short-lived battle.

Either Nefarion had returned sooner than expected by chance or a Demon guard had evaded his sight and reported back to the Demon Lord.

Kaleb cursed and scaled a gaunt tree nearby. From that height he still could not see the gate through the distance; a plethora of green and cobalt leaves impeded his view of the vast gap.

He slid partially back down, just below the branches so he could start vaulting silently between the wooden torsos. He paused briefly after just a few hurdles, wondering if it would be better for him to approach closer to the ground. If Demons had truly returned, they would be watching the trees. He noted the thought and propelled along several more trees before deciding to dismount. Right before he went to rejoin the ground, he stopped and clung tight to the bark, stifling a cry.

Several trees away, Kaleb distinguished many stiff forms swaying ominously between the gaps. The dread and emptiness that had been accompanying him quickly transformed into horror and rage. It was never enough that Nefarion merely kill his brothers, but he always made a point to turn it into a hideous spectacle. He clenched his teeth, barring a scream of anguish in his throat. By the number of dead hanging in the trees, Kaleb could surmise that it had been an ambush. Seraphs were quick and if a true battle had been waged, some would have evaded to inform Kaleb.

As his fingers dented bark, Kaleb surveyed beyond and about the dangling corpses. His anger receded and awe struck him, his jaw slacking as all his consciousness comprehended the entire situation. There was not one or two or even three of Nefarion’s wicked regiment basking at the mouth of the gate. Rather there was an impossible amount of Demons lounging and permeating the absolute expanse of the peak. To some reluctant fortune, Kaleb was aware it was not the entire First Legion. Though, it was a majority and the Seraph fought the thought of where the remainder may be. Even if he turned back to retrieve his army, too much time would be allowed to pass.

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