Dimension System: SSS Rank Talent Awakening

Chapter 207: The Voidlords Make Their Move

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The city lay in a fragile silence, broken only by the faint hum of magic emanating from the repaired barrier.

Smoke still curled from shattered battlements, and the acrid scent of blood and ash lingered in the air.

On the inner wall, Dabi stood unmoving, his sword sheathed but his hand resting tensely on one hilt.

The sight before him the outer city almost reduced to rubble was a bitter reminder of the Voidlords’ relentless power.

"We lost too much," Loira said, her voice low but filled with determination. She gripped her staff, its faint glow pulsating as she poured energy into maintaining the barrier.

"We haven’t lost everything," Calvin said, though his gaze remained fixed on the dark horizon. The Voidlords’ camp loomed like a living entity, shifting and pulsing with shadowy energy.

"As long as we’re breathing, we can fight."

Dabi clenched his jaw but said nothing. The weight of the previous battle bore down on him like an iron shroud.

His thoughts turned to the civilians who hadn’t made it into the inner city their faces frozen in fear as the Vanguard and harbinger army attacked the city.

Before anyone could speak again, a sudden shift in the atmosphere drew their attention.

The air thickened, heavy with a dark, oppressive energy that seemed to sap the light from the surroundings.

A resonant hum rippled across the battlefield, silencing even the distant cries of the wounded.

From the heart of the Void encampment, a towering figure emerged, stepping into the pale light of the battlefield.

His armor was unlike anything the defenders had seen blackened and jagged, its edges rippling like liquid shadow.

His helm concealed most of his face, but two piercing violet eyes burned through the darkness, radiating malice.

Every step he took seemed to drain the life from the ground beneath him, leaving scorched, withered earth in his wake.

His presence was a wave of dread that crashed against the defenders like a tidal force. Soldiers atop the wall froze, their weapons trembling in their hands.

"Is that...?" Loira’s voice faltered as she took a half step back.

"Yes," Aldric confirmed grimly, his broad frame rigid as he gripped the hilt of his sword. "A Voidlord."

Few minutes earlier in the enemy army camp. The void lords were sitting inside a makeshift tent. ?

There are five massive chairs inside the tent a table in the middle of them.

On that table there’s a massage orb glowing. From the other side a order comes, ’FINISH THIS QUICKLY’ you don’t have enough time.

"The rift gate are all closed." The longer you delay the less chance you have of victory.

Voidlords replied yes. We will finish it as soon as possible. One Voidlords step up so quick that the chair feel into the ground. He said "I will go myself."

Current time:-- The creature paused, its gaze sweeping across the defenders with calculated malice. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, it raised one massive hand.

A dark tendril of energy coalesced around its claw like fingers, crackling with destructive power.

Before anyone could react, the tendril lashed out, striking the remnants of the outer wall.

The stone exploded in a deafening roar, sending debris flying and hurling defenders from their posts.

Screams rang out as the shockwave reached the inner wall, forcing everyone to brace themselves.

The Voidlord advanced, flanked by hulking Rift creatures that had been waiting in the shadows.

Each of these monstrosities was a nightmare made flesh spindly limbs, gaping maws, and eyes that glowed with an unnatural light.

Dabi was the first to move, unsheathing his sword with a metallic ring. "If that thing’s leading the charge, we’re not giving it an inch!"

He leapt from the wall, his agility defying gravity as he landed in a crouch among the approaching Rift creatures. In a flash, his sword cut through the nearest beast, severing its limbs in a spray of black ichor.

The Voidlord watched impassively as Dabi darted between the creatures, striking with precision and speed.

When Dabi turned his focus to the Voidlord, a deep, resonant laugh echoed across the battlefield.

"Foolish mortal," the Voidlord said, its voice a chilling harmony of disdain and amusement. With a flick of its wrist, it sent a shockwave of dark energy barreling toward Dabi.

Dabi barely had time to raise his sword in defense or create any magic barrier. The force struck him like a battering ram, hurling him backward and slamming him into the wall. He crumpled to the ground, gasping for air.

Above, Loira began chanting furiously, weaving intricate symbols in the air. A torrent of fire erupted from her staff, engulfing the Voidlord in a blazing inferno.

For a brief moment, the flames obscured its form, and a flicker of hope spread among the defenders.

But as the fire faded, the Voidlord stood unscathed. It tilted its head as though amused. "Pathetic," it said, raising its clawed hand once more. Discover stories at NovelBin.Côm

The next blast of energy was intercepted by Aldric, who stepped forward with his shield raised. The golden glow of his divine enchantment flared as the energy struck, but even he was driven back several steps.

"We can’t hold this line!" Aldric shouted. They are too many vanguard, harbingers and with the Voidlords we will lose many battle mages and our ally.

"Fall back to the inner wall!"

As the defenders prepared to retreat, a triumphant horn blast echoed from the western ridge.

Heads turned to see a group of warriors cresting the hill, their golden armor gleaming even through the haze of battle. At their head was Raghnall, his warhammer crackling with divine energy.

"The Saints are here!" a soldier cried, the words spreading like wildfire through the ranks.

The Saints charged into the fray with unmatched ferocity. Raghnall’s warhammer slammed into the Rift creatures, sending shockwaves that obliterated everything in his path.

His fellow Saints moved with practiced precision, their weapons glowing with celestial light as they tore through the enemy ranks.

One of the Saints, a mage named Elysia, joined Loira atop the wall. "You’ve been holding your own, but let’s see what we can do together," Elysia said, her voice calm and focused.

Together, the two mages poured their energy into reinforcing the barrier, weaving intricate layers of magic that shimmered like a second wall.

Despite the Saints’ efforts, the Voidlord’s power was insurmountable. Another section of the defenses crumbled under its relentless assault, and Aldric made the call no one wanted to hear.

"We can’t hold the outer city!" he shouted. "Pull back to the inner walls. Save as many as you can!"

The retreat was chaotic but disciplined. Soldiers formed protective lines as civilians were herded toward the inner gates. Dabi, despite his injuries, joined Raghnall and the Saints in holding the rear.

Raghnall’s hammer crashed into the ground, creating a barrier of magical energy that slowed the Rift creatures’ advance. "Get them inside!" he bellowed, his voice cutting through the chaos.

As the last of the civilians passed through the gates, a young soldier hesitated. "There are still people out there!" he protested.

"We can’t save them all," Aldric said, his voice heavy with regret. "Close the gates!"

The massive doors groaned as they shut, sealing off the outer city.

Dabi didn’t have up. He gather all the mana he had right now. Create more than 20 space portals, so that they can come inside the inner wall.

"Dabi yelled hurry up. I can’t hold hold it much longer." This is the first time he created something like space portal.

"He doesn’t know how long he could last." Quickly he ran out of mana. It was very short, he couldn’t hold more than 10 seconds before the Portal close. Many people make it but hundreds of them died by the enemy army.

From the shadows, the Voidlord stopped, its violet eyes fixed on the defenders atop the wall. "You delay the inevitable," it said, its voice dripping with malice.

"But your time will come. The true power of the Great ones will consume you."

"What does it mean?" Loira asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

’Aldric’s expression was grim.’

"Something worse is coming. We need to be ready."

The Voidlord turned and began its slow retreat, its laughter echoing across the battlefield.

Inside the city, the mood was somber. Soldiers worked tirelessly to fortify the inner walls, their faces etched with exhaustion and despair.

Calvin walked among them, offering words of encouragement, but even he felt the weight of their losses.

In a quiet corner, Dabi sat alone, his sword resting at his sides. A child approached him, holding out a small drawing a of her family.

"Thank you for saving my parents." But my big brother he died. Don’t let anyone die. She started to crying holding the drawing.

The child mother comes running. Says sorry to Dabi for her behaviour. She said my son and my husband work in city guard.

"After the first battle me and my daughter was delivering them some food...."

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