A symphony of chaos permitted the air as the loud explosions of artillery and energy bombs echoed across the battle-scarred fields of Chasmratt—a planet infested by a brutal hive mind called Atroxians.
Chasmratt is one of the highly contested planets which is considered a gateway towards Maw's Deep, a galaxy filled with Hive monstrosities other than the Atroxians—which is considered one of the strongest Eidra corrupted monstrosities.
Deep in the galaxy of Maw's Deep, contains an astronomically powerful ancient relic that is rumored to control all manners of Eidra corrupted monstrosities—which in itself, is sought after by multiple powerful civilizations.
And The Empire of Zerafhon is one of them.
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The sound of the visceral screams and roars of the atroxians echoed across the battlefield—along with the battle cries of the soldiers of zerafhon that fought against them.
Amongst the chaos, stood a woman—crimson haired, holding a massive twin bladed glaive that was wrapped with crimson wind-like energy.
With blinding speed, she cut across hundreds of Atroxians in an instant—their bodies cutted into pieces as they were flown upwards into the air.
The woman then wrapped her Eidra upon her hand, clenching it into a fist—before it began to wrap every part of her body. Twisting and turning, the air-like crimson energy permitted strongly around her—filling herself to the brim with power.
At the same time, the hordes of Atroxans were closing in on her location—their might numbering near to the thousands as their roars filled the surrounding area.
Raising her arms above her head, the woman twirled her glaive in a circular motion—her weapon crackled with crimson air energy—before she plunged it towards the ground.
"Eidra in Jehkiar."
The woman muttered before redirecting all her Eidra towards her weapon—which then redirected it towards the ground.
"Bloodwind" she muttered under her breath.
The ground beneath her started to rumble, shake, and crack—before bursting into a very large cyclone that covered a wide area—large enough to capture the thousands of Atroxians heading her way.
The cyclone twisted, turned, and lacerated every Atroxian it had caught, before their blood rained down towards the ground.
As blood continued to rain down from the skies, the woman caught a movement from the corner of her eyes, making her head turn and shift her gaze.
A silhouette of a man pierced through the dust and chaos, seemingly holding a decently sized energy rifle that gleamed powerfully violet.
"Merilyn—the main horde is spotted heading westward."
The man huffed under his breath, before continuing.
"That's probably where their brood mother resides!"
The handle of her glaive clicked as the woman called Merilyn twisted it subtly, making it retract and shrink—enough to attach it back on the strap on her chest.
"Then let's go." she flipped her hair before continuing.
"Enerken and Heria must already be at the west headquarters."
Both nodded at each other before performing a powerful leap that crossed a large distance—then they began to sprint with blinding speed across the battlefield.
Merilyn and the man accompanying her moved between the soldiers and the atroxians, their speed was so fast that a mere gust of the wind as they passed through made the nearby atroxians and soldiers off balance.
Both individuals continued this phase until the man caught a massive dust cloud slowly moving at his right side.
"That must be them!" the man pointed with his finger as he exclaimed—before powering the energy rifle within his other hand.
One by one, the energy cores within the rifle whirred to life as the rifle began to emit an even more powerful light—before clicking and morphing itself into a large cannon.
As he ran, the man pointed the cannon upwards—before firing massive arcs of energy that made a high arc before dropping down towards the horde with a loud electrical explosion.
The roars of the atroxians were evident yet the attacks was not enough to stop them from their collective movement.
"Shit!" The man exclaimed.
"Evaan, we must head towards the west headquarters—Erenhold must be there!" the woman added as she looked towards the man.
"You've taken the words out of my mouth, dear." Dear nodded.
"To the headquarters then!"
As they both continued, the smell of decaying and charred flesh grew stronger—as a massive inferno wall loomed at the horizon like a giant wave.
The giant wall of crimson flames stood colossally tall as it roared and stopped the Atroxian horde from advancing—their visceral roars filling the air.
"That's definitely Mezra's Eidra!" Merilyn's eyes gleamed before looking back at Evaan.
"Let's hurry!"
Their boots skidding through the ground, Evaan and Merilyn had finally arrived at the western headquarters.
Merilyn peered to her side, soldiers numbering to the hundreds of thousands were maintaining a continuous and relentless series of artillery assault towards the horde of atroxians.
The dark green skies were filled with the arcing lights of the artillery explosives—as if a meteor shower was commencing.
"Mother… Father." A familiar voice caught Merilyn's attention, prompting her to quickly turn her head towards the voice.
Merilyn's eyes gleamed, "My children." before she touched both Enerken and Heria upon their shoulders.
"The battle is at hand mother!" Enerken gleamed with enthusiasm in his voice, "The brood mother is near—I could feel her trembling at our might!"
Merilyn smiled at her son, caressing his hair before Heria butted in.
"Mother, master Erenhold and master Merza had told me to tell you that they are waiting for you inside the tent."
"Mhm." Merilyn nodded as she placed her fingers across Heria's cheek—caressing her.
"M-Mom, I'm not a child anymore." Heria mumbled towards Merilyn in a whisper.
"But you'll always be my baby…" Merilyn replied with a genuine smile.
After a few moments, Merilyn turned towards Evaan, "Evaan, muster the soldiers—the final battle is at hand." her eyes narrowed.
"This will be the day Chasmrath will be ours."
"And Maw's deep will finally be open after thousands of years of battle!" Evaan added before nodding.
"Head on inside the tent my love—I will handle the soldiers."
Merilyn then leaned to kiss Evaan briefly, a sign of love and a sign of partnership amidst chaos.
"Vuilet es Krina, Evaan." She whispered upon her ear, caressing his cheek tenderly
"Vuilet es Deriva, Meri." He replied back.
Merilyn lets out an breath, her head leaning on Evaan's head momentarily—before leaving and turning towards the direction of the tent where the other Battlemasters resided.
"Time to burn this godforsaken planet."