David Bishop and the Mystic of Creation T.C. Crawford (icecream ebook reader txt) 📖

elixir will come crashing down on the user like a boulder, effectively rendering them useless until they get at least half a day’s rest.”

“This elixir, can it be made in bulk?” asked Rex, clearly aware of the usefulness of such an elixir if the timing were right.

“Yes, theoretically it can be done. But I would need time, and a lot of materials” replied Orin, thinking it over.

“General Owen, see to it that Orin gets everything he needs to make this elixir. Time is of the essence!” said Rex to his General.

“I’m on it, sir!” said General Owen before marching out of the room with Orin in tow, meticulously listing all of the materials and ingredients he would need to complete the elixir.

“All right, men.” said Rex, turning to the others. “We know what must be done, and we know the enemy we are about to face. Some of you weren’t there for the battle of Eldergate to witness first-hand the abominations that poured out from the Dark Abyss that day, but most of you have heard by now the accounts of those of us who were. I am here to tell you, none of them were exaggerated.

“Our enemy is fierce. They are fueled by a hatred for humanity that dates back over a thousand years to the Mystic War of our forefathers. It was that war that left them imprisoned in the Dark Abyss, and now I fear they are ripe for revenge.

“It is our duty, our privilege, to ensure they don’t get it!” he finished.

“Some of these demons are almost dog-like, crawling on all fours with vicious teeth and fangs and powerful legs that allow them to run at incredible speeds and jump to incredible heights. These beasts will most likely be toward the front of their lines and will try to scale our fortifications to get behind our lines. We must ensure that doesn’t happen!” said General Ryan.

“Others are winged bat-like creatures that are as big as a horse. They will be one of our greatest threats at first and it will be up to our archers to ensure they do not get beyond our walls to wreak havoc on our forces.

“Their foot soldiers are much like the undead, they are easily dispatched, but are merciless and unyielding. They have no worry for their wellbeing. They do not feel the blade or the arrow, nor do they fear being sent back to the Abyss from whence they came. The best way to dispatch these warriors is to attack at the limbs and joints and sever the head. Without a head, they drop to the ground. Without legs and arms, they are immobile and pose no threat. Do not waste your efforts on these with jabs and slashes – remember this and you will fare well against this enemy.” said General Ryan, looking at all of his men.

Some who he knew had been with him during the battle of Eldergate were nodding, remembering all too well the monstrosities of that fateful battle, and acknowledging his tactics. Others who had not witnessed first-hand the battles, stood wide-eyed and horrified at the descriptions they were being given, afraid of the enemy they would soon be facing.

“It is important to know, too, that we may not yet know all of what the enemy forces possess. We have never truly battled against such foes in our times and have only our history to teach us what may come. This is why it is important to be prepared for anything that comes our way, and to adjust as you see fit on the battlefield. If you see that a tactic isn’t working, try another. If you come across a new enemy and find a way to take it down, spread the word as best you can.” continued Rex.

“Communication will be our lifeline, men. We must ensure that our lines are not broken no matter the cost. If we can’t communicate with one another, then all will be lost. Understood?” he asked, to which everyone nodded in agreement.

“Good! Now let’s get to training. Spread the word to your men so they are prepared for the coming days. Ensure they are well rested and trained up. I fear that our time of waiting will soon be coming to an end.”

With that, the meeting finished, and the officers all went their separate ways, each going to their own division to disseminate the information given to them by their leaders.

Rex and the King went to see to the preparation of the town’s folk to ensure they were prepared for their long march through the Southern Tunnel.

When they reached the city, nearly everyone had already abandoned their homes and businesses and only a few last stragglers remained behind, packing up their final items before rushing out of the door and down the valley towards the tunnel in a hurry.

The crescent moon was shining bright in the cloudless sky, and the stars were blazing brilliantly in the velvet blanket beyond, twinkling in an endless multitude that dotted the sky in every direction.

A gentle breeze was rustling the fallen leaves and had scattered a few forgotten sheets of paper across the abandoned street, presumably that had fallen from one of the villager’s packs as they made their hasty escape from the doomed city.

They made their way through the now desolate and littered streets and across the dimly lit valley as they went over their battle plans once again, making sure there weren’t any important items they forgot to address.

When they arrived at the southern wall of the valley, a massive crowd of villagers and refugees were gathered together, embracing their loved ones that were staying behind to fight in an emotional scene of heartfelt goodbyes. Some held it together, their pride keeping back the tears, while others freely wept, not knowing if they would ever see their husbands, fathers, or sons again.

When they finally determined they could wait no longer, the group of young soldiers who had been selected to lead