The Executioner looked up with green glowing eyes. Ilea had finished her meal, the suns having set below the horizon. The Sentinels are ready. The trusted forces in the Accords are prepared. Lilith, It is time, the machine spoke. Where do you need me? she asked. I will let you know based on the chaos that ensues, Aki spoke. The Executioner looked up about half a minute later. It has begun, in Riverwatch. Ilea stood up and cracked her neck. She activated her gate to the outskirts of the city and stepped through, magical explosions already visible inside the city. Black wings spread before she vanished, appearing above the city with two dozen ashen spears to her back. She could see as clearly as if it were daytime, the rogues and mercenaries now seeking to bring death and chaos into the settlements of the Accords and their allies would do well to hide in the shadows. Her ash burst into fire, the first projectiles striking targets running through the alleys and streets of the city, explosions and fires spreading throughout as Executioners and Guardians moved in from all around, mercenaries revealing themselves cut down in mere seconds. She teleported down towards the mark of Dale, two silver machines inside his home with several dead assassins, Dale himself guarding his wife and daughter, sword drawn. Ilea gave him a nod before she moved through the street, hearing a nearby scream and teleporting into a home. Her hand was raised towards a near invisible blade, her space magic taking hold of the weapon and whoever wielded it, a small sphere of ash zipping out before a hidden head exploded, leaving the illusionist falling and dead, only after he had managed to kill two of the four residents. Ilea didnt remain with the crying man who had been the next target, instead moving to the next location. Blood magic surged as a large wood and stone inn exploded, nearby windows shattering as a red beam of light flashed up. Familiar sounding screeches filled the night as Ilea flew into the rubble. Silent Memory appeared in her hand, silver threads and ashen limbs intermingling as two dozen demon spawn were ripped to shreds. She turned her head when a larger six legged demon came barreling towards her. She braced herself and stopped its charge with a punch, a wave of arcane healing rushing out, destroying its insides before it fell to the ground, unmoving. Ilea felt another surge of blood magic, enough to make the air tremble. She rushed to the source, a set of runes inside an abandoned mansion, a bright red shield protecting it all while a hooded figure cast their spell, more of them outside the shield. Three Centurions and a small horde of Guardians ripped through the hooded mages, arcane explosions rattling the building until five arrows crashed through and shattered the red shield, the mage within and all the runes disintegrated by arcane power. Barriers lit up around the mansion before the chaotic stored blood magic flickered and flashed out in a red sphere, no longer channeled through the prepared runes. Ilea let the spell wash over her mantle, the normal Guardians punched aside and destroyed, the Centurions bracing against the impact, skidding on the ground and damaged, but still standing. Another ritual was stopped a few kilometers eastward, according to the similar sounding explosion. Ilea teleported and flew the rest of the distance, finding a group of war machines and Sentinels finishing off the last hooded figures, two Hunter Praetorians atop the nearby buildings, supporting them with their arcane bows. She looked northwards, seeing the first Taleen Destroyers fly towards the city, light green spotlights shining down onto the streets and houses, Centurions and Guardians holding on to the bottom parts of the scorpion like airships. Arcane beams charged and shot into the alleys, at targets Ilea couldnt see. The group that had stopped the ritual was gone when she looked again. She found them rushing atop the buildings as they looked for the next enemy. Virilya is under attack, whenever youre available, wed appreciate the help! Felicia sent through her mark. How is the situation? Felicia asked me for help, Ilea sent to a nearby Hunter Praetorian. The machine turned her way. The settlements of the Accords are secured. Go and help them. I have an army prepared in Iz, should they accept my assistance. Ilea nodded and activated her third tier transfer. She smiled as the runes took hold, her form appearing above the familiar streets and alleys of Virilya. Screams resounded in the night, explosions audible as flares of fire and red light were seen throughout the city. Several spells were aimed her way as she spread her wings, one noble sending an arcane missile at her chest, the magic spreading over her mantle without causing any damage. She gave him a look, all color fading from his face as he started to stutter. Im here to help, she said to the unit of nobles, glancing at Felicia. And I can bring more help if the Empire wishes. Come with me, Lilith, one of the older men said, turning before he flew towards the central district. Felicia looked at her and nodded, smiling before she charged towards an explosion in the city below. Ilea followed the man, the layout of the attacks very different from the devastating past invasion and subsequent siege from Baralia troops. This time, they were aiming to kill civilians and to destroy as much of the city as they could, the consequences of demon summonings and blood rituals entirely ignored. She landed near the Halls of Eternity, two dozen armored nobles present, including the Empress herself, the woman dressed in the imperial gray, her silver eyes darting towards Ilea as soon as she had landed, bloodied black wings collapsing on her back. The Accords offer their assistance, if you would have our Guardians inside your city walls, Ilea spoke. Lunacy, we do not need their armies here, one of the higher leveled nobles spoke, heavy enchanted plate armor obscuring his face. Can you guarantee that the Guardians will leave this city once this is over? one of the nobles asked. They will be gone, I guarantee it, Ilea said. Now lets not waste any more time. Civilians are under attack. Ilea ignored the obvious scorn coming from a few of the nobles, most of them showing support in their body language. A few going as far as nodding her way.
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