Chapter 137: A Long Night


    Though the soldiers manning the defenses of Rahkin might have thought that all of its forces had taken the field, thanks to the seemingly endless waves of dead that assaulted them, that had not been the case. Even as waves of zombies attacked the high stone walls from every direction, and Tenebroum’s cavalry and other stranger units scaled the walls in an attempt to breach them, its general had been holding back the main body of its forces for the right moment.


    The ns of the dark Paragon had been wearing away at the city’s reserves and their defenders'' nerve for weeks now, but tonight might be the night that the city of Rahkin would finally buckle beneath the strain. Then, it would finally feast on the tens of thousands of souls that sheltered inside in a single night.


    It needed no survivors from this wretched ce that had refused its offer and damaged its envoy. She was still being stitched back together but would never be as beautiful as she once was.


    “Unexpected,” the quiet spirit that was its dark Paragon said as it watched the battle from a hill well outside the range of battle.


    The Lich was focused on its own thoughts, so it took a moment to understand its general’s uncertainty. Unlike the Paragon, Tenebroum did not attend tonight in person because it did not expect the city to fall from the first blow.


    Instead, it watched from a hundred different angles as a swarm of red-eyed ckbirds took the whole scene in, feasting on the death and the chaos that rose from the field of battle like a fine red mist. Though it would dly give up any ten of these birds to try to pluck out the eye of a troublesome mage if the opportunity rose, it was mostly content to soar above the battlefield and take everything in.


    It had been too distracted by the screams of its enemies as men were yanked off the rampart to their doom to notice that the Kraken had finallye ashore. That should have been good news, but it would seem that it had been expected. The Lich refocused all of its resources on the main gate and the surrounding walls as soon as he saw that the Light’s Paragon was personally blunting its backdoor assault on the harbor.


    <em>One day, I will rip his soul screaming from his body myself, </em>Tenebroum thought in annoyance at all the time that man had managed to survive.


    Neither it nor its general had any idea how the man had known the kraken woulde or that it was the main thrust of their assault, but it no longer mattered. It seized the opportunity even before it saw that terrible, overwhelming light that lit up half the city, mming against the city walls with all of its forces in defiance of it. One man could not hold back the tide of death that wasing.  Until that point, it had been attacking sporadically, luring the defenders into clustering together at various points on the wall before attacking them with wraiths and death’s heads. Thanks to the mages on the walls, these weapons were only partially effective, but the Lich was not concerned.


    The light had been a wild card, and now that it was ounted for, it would drown the living in the bodies of the dead. And Krulm''venor was always the ideal choice when it came to having more bodies.


    The Lich finally let him off his chain and sent him baying forward on all fours as he split and split again, bing dozens of himself before he reached the wall. That proved to be the second problem of the night.


    Even as they climbed one of the walls and moved toward a mage to rend him into tiny pieces, the man brandished some strange talisman. As he did so, the lights in the first few copies of his fiery godling went out as he fell from the wall, seemingly banished or in without ever being struck.


    “What is this?” the darkness raged, moving closer for a better look, even if it cost it a bird.


    It turned out to be a piece of another copy of Krulmvenor. Specifically, it was a piece of the creature’s skull, where his name and the binding rituals that chained the fire spirit in ce were. Such a fragment was almost certainly one of the many copies that died at Siddrimar. There was simply nowhere else it coulde from.


    For a moment, Teneborum was outraged. “How dare a mortal use my own creations against me!” it raged.


    Still, instead of showing more anger, it forced its ming goblin army to pull back instead. They were not happy and snarled collectively as they yanked against its mental leash. It had already lost 8 copies that may or may not be retrievable, though, and it was unwilling to risk more until it understood the threat.


    After all, the odds that any single mage would have such a thing were very low, so since he did, it was entirely possible they all had them. It had lost many shattered copies of its fire godling since this war had started, so the Lich was forced to admit that it was a possibility.


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    “They might have countermeasures prepared for your shadow drake and titan, too,” its general chimed in. “We should not use tools they have seen before against a wary and cornered enemy.”


    Tenebroum was inclined to agree and sent the two of them away. It already had its own misgivings about using its titan because of some of the strange energies it had felt from beneath the city, but after this, the Lich was certain that the dangers for at least those servants outweighed the benefits and sent them away.


    Instead, it would rely on its conventional troops and other surprises. Thousands of dead marching as one was a form of magic all its own, anyway. Once all the defenders could do nothing but safeguard their wretched little lives, its most important weapon for this battle was unleashed: the siege ogre.


    Tenebroum had crafted severalrge monstrosities from ogres in the past. One had been lost at Siddrimar, one had been buried beneath the rubble at Banath, and two more had been detonated.


    This one was built from the remains of those and metal casts of some of the bones, where spares had not been avable: the result was a lumbering monstrosity almost three times the height of a man and nearly twice as tall as a normal ogre. While it wasn’t quite tall enough to reach up and tear down the walls down, it was more than strong enough to rip the oaken gate that guarded the main entrance.


    The siege ogre moved slowly, shaking the ground with every step. None of the chirurgiens who had built it would be surprised by that fact, as it weighed several tons. A great deal of reinforcement was needed to unleash the strengths in all six of its man-sized arms, and three legs were needed to hold it up as it moved forward.


    It was imcable, though, and loomed out of the night like a hill more than a man. Eventually, the defenders noticed no matter how many arrows ricochet off the chainmail and armored ting that had been riveted to its tanned hide, the defenders could do no damage to it.


    Even lightning and hellfire called down by one of the mages before the man’s soul was ripped to shred by a swarm of wraiths he hadn’t been paying attention to was barely enough to stagger the thing instead. All the man seeded in doing was making the monstrosity more visible as he wreathed the siege ogre in mes.


    The flicker green fire was just the preservative chemicals being ignited, though, and it hurt nothing more than the morale of the men who watched in horror as the mes lit up the monstrosity with that ghoulish lighting, making it even more terrible to look upon. Fire would never hurt such a well-built thing. It was more powerful than any force of nature that could be brought to bear against it because it was beyond nature.


    The Lich could feel the terror radiating off of the starving men on the walls, but after a few minutes, it was finally forced to smother the mes. That wasn’t because they were doing any real harm, though; it was because it was making it easier for the catapults to strike their target. They were doing some damage, at least, but only because their heavy stones were actuallyrge enough to break bones.


    Even a broken arm and damaged rib cage still couldn’t stop it from reaching the gate, and once it was there, there wasn’t a force in this world that could stop it. The ogre began ripping the timbers off the gate, one at a time, and tossing the foot-thick boards aside like they were no more than firewood.


    <em>Soon, that was all they would be, though,</em> the Lich thought with an eagerness that bordered on glee.


    At one point, a man trying to be a hero leaped down from the guardhouse and tried to inflict some mortal would with a ymore that was being used more like a spear. The zombie ogre snatched him out of the air with its upper right arm and crushed him to paste without effort. It barely even broke the ceaseless, noisy rhythm of destruction it was engaged in as it ripped down the main gate.


    Minutester, the timbersy in ruin all around the siege ogre, and it advanced to the portcullis. There, the men of the guardhouse sought to light it on fire with boiling oil and ming arrows. This did more damage than the magic had, but only because the pitch burned hotter for longer.


    Neither the burning oil nor the pike-wielding defenders that jammed their weapons over and over in a vain attempt to hit something vital were enough to stop it as it gripped the giant metal grating with three hands and began to pull. The metal popped and whined in its hands as the gate began to stretch and warp in its hands. Then, with a pained shriek, they finally gave way and were rent in two.


    The battle that followed was a desperate one, but even so, the humans never had a chance, and for every step forward, the siege ogre skilled a dozen men. Whether they wielded a great sword or a halberd and had dark eyes or light, few could even scratch Tenebroum’s armor creation, and none could y it.


    In the end, the defenders couldn’t even slow it down, and some mage weakened the stone in the guardhouse enough to drop a whole tower on the monster. Even that wasn’t enough to kill it, though. Buried up to its waist in the ruble. This was enough to stop it in its tracks, but even so, it continued to fight, and it killed anyone foolish enough to approach it.


    The Lich was not surprised. Its general had already predicted such an oue, but it was only a dying move. It reeked of desperation. They had bought themselves another night, perhaps, but tomorrow, on the night of the new moon, there would be nothing to stop the fresh hell that it would unleash.


    The Lich would have continued its assault all night, but when it felt the Kraken finally cease moving and copse into a rapidly purifying puddle on the docks, it ordered the Paragon to begin to withdraw.


    “As you will, my master,” it acknowledged as the flow of battle began to morph.


    Tenebroum knew full well that it would want to fight until nearly dawn, but at this point, the Lich felt that they had done all they could. If it wanted to end this, it was probably going to need to join the battle itself for only the third time in its entire existence. Despite its distaste, part of it relished the idea.