City of Desire-Chapter 658: Movements

Ashton Harbor

"Yark, go ahead," I ordered.

A few seconds later, I saw the doors of the Almin opening and a horde coming out of it, with Yark leading it.

Yark didn't hide himself; I told him not to. The enemies should know what is coming for them.

"Yark is making good progress in his aura; it might not even take him a year to learn aura skill," said the armoured man with a sigh.

"It's fine, his current control is more than enough. There are only two people here who could fight him. Silver and his giant-blood; and they are not in Panar," replied the man, with staff, with a laugh.

The armoured man laughed as well.

Yark is powerful; he knows that because he has been training him in aura for the past few months. It is why, he would say, he is powerful enough to kill Silver and that giant-blood.

Though a moment later, his expression turned serious.

"Anything from the fortress?" he asked. "No," replied the man with the staff. It made him feel a little relieved.

"Maybe he is going to continue with his non-interventionist stance," I said. "Let's hope so," replied the man with the staff in a hopeful voice.

…

Lord Ardwyn, Tranquill Bathhouse.

Click!

"The communication arrived from his majesty," said Constance, as he barged into my office without informing me.

I pushed the anger and irritation away and focused on his words.

Those words could only mean one thing.

"Let's inform Silver then," I said as he sat before me without invitation. It made me angrier, but once more, I focused on what was happening.

"I already did," he replied. It should be me as Master of Legacy, doing that.

"In ten days, from today. The inn will break the bond with the bathhouse."

"His Majesty will provide you with all the help you need. His Excellency will be here personally to support you."

"The only thing you have to do is swallow the Velvet Garden," he stated.

"I will," I replied. I need to.

Once I become a true master, without any shackles of the throne, I can show this bastard his place.

"So, the undead attacked?" asked Rylan, sitting by the window. To that, Constance grinned.

It was always planned to initiate the process during a battle in Greltheaven. This is when Silver would be busier and not in the right state to protect his legacy.

"It's such a regret, that bastard had asked for a ten-day window. He was adamant about it, not lessening even for a day."

"It would have been great. If we could do it instantly," said Constance, and I couldn't help but nod.

Rylan had informed him how difficult it was to reduce Silver to ten days from the month he wanted. He would not budge beyond that.

"Let's hope the undead won't capture the city by then, or it would make things tricky." Said Rylan, while Constance and I nodded.

"The undead are greedy, but they will not let Silver take such a risk, said Costance.

"He might, just do it to spike them," replied Rylan. To that, all of us grinned.

Given his nature, he might do it, unless the undead thoroughly suppress him.

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"He might do it, but for our sake, let's pray that city remains in Silver's hands until we swallow the Velvet Garden," I prayed.

…

Ina Knox

"They are coming," informed General Azalia.

Immediately, the mood turned sombre. We knew it would happen, but confirmation made it real.

They did it right at midnight when the protection expired. The bastards didn't wait for a minute more.

For a second, nobody spoke; everyone's head turned toward Almin. The horde would be coming in a few hours; by dawn, they will reach the city.

"What is their strength?" asked Colonel Trask. "Same as intelligence had stated," she replied.

"Half a million?" Colonel Axseer asked. She confirmed with a nod. The number is ten times ours; here, we only have fifty thousand men.

It is a terrifying number. The horde could swallow the whole army up.

"Who is leading?" asked Irab. "Solivos Yark," she replied, and immediately, the mood turned heavy as a mountain. I was wishing it wouldn't happen, but it did.

Rynra Throne was the strongest below the two in Ashton Harbor.

General Stone was barely able to fight her. She left for the island, which relieved us, but soon Yark came, filling people with dread.

He has an aura. On top of that, he is at Lv. 39. Just a step away from Lv. 40.

"General, I think we should go over the strategy. You alone cannot face him," said Colonel Iraz. "I agree with Colonel Iraz, General," added Colonel Trask.

They're right to be concerned. She's lower level than Yark, and her strength lies in team combat. She's skilled, no doubt—but going solo against him is a dangerous plan.

"Thank you for your worries, but I'll be fine," she said calmly.

They looked like they wanted to argue, but instead turned to me, their expression pleading.

It's clear—they're hoping I'll be the one to talk her out of it.

"Have faith in your general," I said to their shock. Usually, I am the first to object to things like this, but here she is right.

The group will only impede her battle against Yark.

There were many questions in their eyes, but smart ones like Axseer nodded, keeping their questions and curiosity to themselves.

A few minutes later, the colonels walked away. Leaving only two of us on the wall.

"You should take my offer. You will need all the help you can," I told her. I am talking about my guard. Osward is a High Mage, and Kruabar is a powerful Lv. 3o+ warrior.

They would help her tremendously in the battle. I do not need guards; others will protect me in the city.

"You are the governor, symbol of the city. You need to be protected," she replied.

I wanted to argue, but I knew she wouldn't listen. So, I just sighed and descended the stairs.

…

Solivos Yark

The city disappeared behind me as I led the horde toward Panar.

I wouldn't want to do anything that leads to Greltheaven. I have confidence that I could conquer it with the half-million-strong horde that I am leading.

It won't be quick, but I would be able to do it.

I had been here for months, doing nothing other than focusing on aura training and studying my enemies.

I now know everything about them. Their skills, the way they fight, their weapons, and their strategies.

"How long do you think it will take us to conquer the city, Commander?" asked Kola.

"Time doesn't matter, victory does," I replied.

I am going to finish the battle as soon as possible. If they fought me outside the city, I would finish it in two hours. If they fought from the wall, it would take longer.

The objective is a total victory. I will not let a single person escape.

I am not just talking about the army.

The army has the most desired bodies, but people are inside the city. Miners, especially, have good physical stats and are desired by the kingdom.

Many necromancers and leeches had asked for good bodies. Some had even named the ones they wanted.

The most desired among them are Lv. 30s, but they also want that young orc named Uram with the inheritance skill. Though if he were captured dead, his body would go to the island.

This is the case for all those with inherited skills.

He is more valuable alive; they also want that spirit shaman and fire-breather alive. They are high-potential targets; they will try to convert them to our cause.

Honestly, I want to kill them personally. I have seen how such people grow on the island. It is better to finish them off.

That's why not all three of them will be captured alive.

I won't be the one handling them—they're far too weak to warrant my attention.

No one is my match, I wish Silver would come or his elder blood. Aside from them, some mages might prove tricky; they are always tricky for warriors.

Although now, I have the aura, my skills could tear through their spells.

My control had improved even further after months of training since coming here. I had sparred with mages, and none lasted more than ten minutes before me.

I am little bummed about fighting the general; there won't be any challenge.

That's why I really want to lead the horde toward Greltheaven. Unfortunately, I do not have a death wish; there are some dangerous people in this region.

I'd rather not fight them, especially when I can't use aura methods.

My control is improving, but it hasn't reached the level where I could begin learning the aura methods.

"Lomos, you had fought against them. Do you have any advice?" I asked.

I didn't need any advice, especially against these enemies, but I am a commander and must take the view of those below me.

At least, make a show of it.

He was not part of the horde, but they sent him from Ashton Harbor. He arrived, less than an hour before we were about to leave.

"You are wise, Commander Yark; I do not think I could give you any advice. The only thing I have for you is a suggestion," said the armoured man.

"Suggestion?" I asked.

"Yes. Don't underestimate these bastards; they have a habit of pulling out a victory, just when we think the victory is ours," he replied.

I looked at him while laughter escaped from the people around me.

"Thank you for the suggestion, Lomos," I replied and looked ahead, with a smile escaping from my lips.