Obsidian
The Blighted Knight
Gecklicko is Vanquished
~ Zigzarag conquered by Regalia ~
~ Zigzarag conquered by Regalia ~
As the Regalian army stood just outside the range of the Gecklicko's walls, the skies above darkened with thick clouds, before rain poured down upon the city. Derin and Sparda both stood at the very front of the Regalian force, readying themselves for battle, and for their place in history. Just as a great fireball lit up the sky behind them, the first of the trebuchet fire arced through the air above the Regalian army, before impacting the city in a booming explosion that tore upon the metal walls of Zigzarag. With that signal, the battle had begun.
Derin and Sparda led the charge upon the Regalian walls, the Shieldmen roaring with their commanders, running in their heavy armour straight for the city gates. At that moment, something more than rain fell upon the Regalian force. From the walls of the Gecko capital, ballistae fired breakable cannisters of some putrid fluid upon the Regalian force, the first volley firing wide over the Regalian force and striking support formations close to the rear. As the cannisters broke open, their contents sprayed in all directs, covering thousands of Regalian soldiers. Even from the front lines, their screams could be heard. The deadly fluid ate through metal and clothing, reaching the men beneath, desolving flesh and bone, resulting in slow and agonizing deaths. Try as healers might, there was no saving them.
Reacting quickly, Sparda gathered his magic and cast a great shield over the Regalian army, catching the second volley just in time. Mages in support companies caught on quickly, contributing their own power to Sparda's shield, effectively taking it off his hands. That is when another light sparked overhead. It was the Primus. With great wings extending out, the Primus shined as bright as the stars themselves, flying at speed toward the city walls themselves. The Regalian forces would witness their Primus bring down his righteous fury upon the city walls, demolishing the ballistae in wave and wave of piercing ice spears, taking all the attention of the forces atop the city walls while the army beneath closed upon the gates.
Together, Sparda and Derin reached the gates, using their combined might to throw a ball of sheer force upon the gates so great that they were torn from their hinges, being thrown across the city and landing in some distant district. While a cheer went up at the annihilation of the gates, they would be short lived. Just behind the gates stood the Gecko's army, backed by some monstrocity so massive that one would be forgiving in thinking it was a building. That assumption was dashed the moment the thing moved, sort manner of massive walking fortress, and its main cannons aimed upon the Regalian forces.
"Back!" Sparda yelled to his troops, quickly raising a shield to protect the army, but Derin, never one to be intimidated by an enemy, dashed straight ahead into the enemy formations. "Derin!"
His rashness was rewarded when the monstrocity fired those cannons straight at Derin, near at point-blank range, the massive Gecko shell igniting Derin a great fiery explosion that shattered the earth and shook the ground. "Derin!" Sparda would cry out, this time worry entering his voice, staring at the cloud of dust, quickly settled by the ever present rainfall. In a small crater, Derin would be seen, but not completely whole anymore. A massive gash was bitten out of the left of his torso, the shell ripping through his black armour, and taking a piece out of him. Bleeding out, bone and organs exposed, Derin growled to himself in sheer agony as darkness swirled around him, his left gauntlet clutching onto his wounded side, and yet he did not fall. He did not fall!
The Commander looked up at that grand monstrocity, and hissed, "Is that the best you have?!"
The Darkness surrounding Derin formed wings at his back, contrasting Alexian's wings near completely in their blackness, and Derin too shined, but in rays of night rather than in light. Summoning all of his remaining strength, Derin pushed himself up into the air, and the aghast Gecko forces before him could barely react as his blasted at speed straight into their formations. Rather than fight them all, Derin targeted one after another, latching onto one before grabbing onto the Gecko pilot, draining it before reducing it to ash, then launching at another, then another, then another. Derin zipped through the Gecko army in a fast and fluid combat style, slowly regaining his strength, his gash healing from the stolen vitality of the Geckos. And then, he finally reached the grand mechanical.
The great monstrocity stepped back as Derin shot up into the air right in front of it, the Geckos of this walking fortress desperately trying to swivel their cannons upon him.
"You have your monsters." Derin growled, "I have mine!"
With all the power that remained within him, Derin cast his most powerful spell yet. Magic that is not meant to be used. Magic that was supposed to be locked away beneath the Palace, never to be seen in the light of day again. But Derin has no such caution. He believes utterly in power. And now he will use his to its fullest.
Raising both arms, Derin shines with darkness as he exerts himself to the point of breaking, controlling something colossal. That something becoming all too clear moments later. Beneath the grand mechanical, a void forms upon the ground, so dark that light does not escape it. The void grows until it consumes all of the ground beneath the grand mechanical, great tendrils then snaking their way out of the void, tendrils of darkened spiked metal, each tendril growing out of the void at colossal size before wrapping themselves around the grand mechanical. The tendrils clutch onto cannons, towers, and legs before they tighten. The cannons bend and are torn out, the towers shatters and rain debris upon the city, and the legs warp and break. The grand mechanical falls, crashing into the void with a boom, as the tendrils start to thrust themselves into the grand mechanicals main body, slowly tearing the entire structure apart from the inside out. And finally, with a great explosion, the grand mechanical is finally demolished completely, one of the tendrils finding the store of ammunitions within the structure, pieces of this mechanical monstrosity being cast all across Zigzarag, bringing more death upon the Geckos of the city.
With the grand mechanical completely destroyed, Derin's magic finally failed him, as did his body. Exhaustion finally sapped him of the last of his strength, releasing his hold over the dark monster, but, thankfully, it did not remain. It sank with a haunting howl back down into the void, it's portal into this world quickly closing around it, Derin only able to see the creature disappear before losing consciousness and falling. Thankfully, he would not hit the ground. Sparda, with his own shining white wings, caught Derin in the air and safely brought him down to the ground, in the middle of the Regalian army that now surged into the Gecko capital.
"Take my brother to the healers at once!" Sparda barked at a ground of support troops, "And hurry!"
They did not need to be told twice. The soldiers took Derin and hurried off to the healers with him. Sparda then turned back to the fight. It was not over. The Geckos subbornly fought on, but the loss of their pet mechanical monster seems to have had an effect on them. Such a feat as Derin's would not have done unnoticed, and it showed. Surging forward, Sparda flew straight into the thick of battle, conjuring shields to block enemy attacks before following up with counterattacks, his magically-enhanced mace blasting apart mechanicals as well as Gecko heads with ease and precision. Sparda led the army in the systematic elimination of the remaining Gecko forces, shattering entire Gecko regiments with the combined might of the Regalian army, before eliminating straggers in detail. The day slipped into night, and the fighting raged on, Regalian forces hunting down the last of the Geckos resistence through the streets, in every form such resistence took.
By the end, the Gecko capital was taken, its streets now awash with the smoldering wrecks of mechanicals, the debris of demolished buildings, and the countless thousands of the dead.
Regalia had won. The Geckos were finally defeated.
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