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The Calling of Wrath - Book 2 - Chapter 20 - Conflict

Added 2022-11-25 00:10:47 +0000 UTC

Cassandra
Year 820 | Month 3 | Day 13

The difference in speed and maneuverability is noticeable, but not groundbreaking. So the cloak is definitely going to be nice to have.

Not to mention I don’t have to worry about getting a new one after the old one is torn to shreds in a battle.

I glance back in the direction I came from after reappearing in Midgard before turning and running straight towards the border. Because it would be best to get out of the nation as fast as possible while the invaders are still limited as much as possible.

And while I’m running, I go ahead and spend the EXP I got from the Dungeon Mission to level myself up to level 25 from 23.

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Cassandra

Considering how I was already at the northeastern edge of the dark forest, it only takes me a few hours of running with my Tier 3 body to reach the border, where I find a rather unnerving sight to greet me.

Why are there so many undead just lined up along the border? It’s just plain disturbing.

For some odd reason, there is literally a large hoard of undead in a line acting as a border between the duchies. And amongst the hoard are several different types of undead. A few of them that I recognize and a lot of them that I don’t.

Although then again, the only place I’ve ever seen undead was in the Aulta Ruins on the Aulta continent. Since there aren’t exactly many undead on Liathtria.

Or at least there weren’t.

What are these things doing here?

I narrow my eyes on them, only to notice several of the skeletons just staring blankly at me in a way that sends shivers down my spines.

Why do I get the feeling that something or someone intelligent is watching me when it’s only… a bunch… of skeletons…

Shit.

I break off into a sprint towards the creatures while identifying them to find them all at Tiers 1 and 2. And as soon as I reach them, I jump straight over at least half of the hoard before sending several bolts of Wrath lightning into the center of them to clear a place to land. Right about the time I land though, I feel someone with a Tier 3 strength entering the range of my aura. At the same time, a small area around the undead near me begins to clear up to welcome the very same person I’m sensing.

“Interesting,” a man mutters as he walks in between the undead with a staff in his hand while wearing a similar yet slightly different uniform to the one belonging to the man that freed me. “And who might you be?”

My eyes narrow through my mask at the man before I identify him.

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Name: Zark Vlad

Species: Human

Level: 28

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He’s clearly from the same organization as the people who kidnapped me before. And he’s also at a higher level than me.

But the question is whether he’s on the same side as those who freed me or not. Not to mention the question of if he even knows that I’m Wrath.

Deciding that there’s no reason to not speak out loud since the invaders have never heard my voice, I answer him while glancing at my still-gloved hands, “I am who I am.”

When I look back up at him again I find him with an amused look on his face.

“Very funny,” he says before raising his staff and making a dark black and green energy begin glowing around the tip of his staff. “But I need you to head back regardless. And out of respect for whatever skill you’re using to block my identification, I’ll let you leave in peace.”

I raise an eyebrow and shift my weight to one side as I retort, “Oh, yeah? How gracious of you.”

Despite saying that, I send a bolt of Wrath lightning at his face and attempt to run past him, but he’s just as ready and sends some sort of bolt of black and green energy to strike at my own. The bolt surprisingly cancels out my own as the man rushes to block me.

My claws might just give away who I am to the man, so I can’t use them unless I have to. And the same goes for my fangs.

But if I don’t have a choice, then I will go ahead and use it.

I raise my fist to strike at his incoming staff because it’s either that or getting hit in the arm, and surprisingly I end up actually pushing the staff away with my fist.

Wait a second, why am I stronger than him even when he’s using a weapon?

The man doesn’t seem to have expected it either and he jumps back.

“Aren’t you a mage?” he exclaims, “why are you so strong!?”

I blink at that question before tilting my head and asking, “Mage?”

If I remember correctly… isn’t that the term for a magic user? Does that mean mages are physically weak? And that he’s a mage himself?

The man blinks in response before looking a little exasperated and muttering, “That’s right… you locals wouldn’t know the term.” He then shakes his head and asks, “I’ll ask this again. Who are you, and why are you trying to leave the duchy?”

“If you must know, my name is Cassandra,” I tell him before rushing over to him with my fist raised, only for the man to raise his staff again, causing dozens of undead to rush in between. My fist ends up slamming into a skeleton, splattering the bones making up its body at several other undead in the way. “And I don’t need to have a reason to leave the duchy.”

The undead begin to swarm me, blocking my sight of the man. So I spread my arms out, making Wrath lightning fly between them while pumping more and more of my Wrath into it and also pumping some into my own body to grow stronger before I slam it down on the ground. This sends a powerful shockwave of Wrath lightning through the surrounding undead, turning them all into red ash.

I quickly raise my head again to look at the man, only to squint slightly as I find him missing from where he was standing just a moment ago.

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