Chapter 833: The Southern Continent's Shore
~WHOOOOOOOOOOOSH!!!~
The hundreds of Dragons that shot through the sky were no more than students, with only half a dozen Instructors acting as Supervisors.
As they flapped their powerful wings, causing the very clouds above them to scatter, they zoomed through the air to reach their destination-the Southern Continent's shores-and finally left the godforsaken battlefield.
The plan was already in motion, and everyone was sticking to their respective roles.
'Looks like the soldiers have already begun their fight the enemy to distract them from noticing us or advancing.' Rey thought to himself as he looked around him, and then paid close attention to the ongoing war that his senses could still focus on.
Judging by the number of the resisting forces, they wouldn't be able to stop the Dwarves and Giants for too long.
'Some of the supervisors had to join in thre fight too, since they were too short on hands and competent fighters.' It was thanks to this that they were left with just six Supervisors out of the fifteen that were present initially.
Either way, this was the best move that could be made.
'Looks like we're almost there.' Rey smiled as he saw the shore in the distance.
He wasn't the only one too.
Many of the Instructors could also see this, and the dreary expressions on their faces soon lit
up.
"Look! There it is!"
"We're nearly there, students!"
"Just a little further! Come on... flap your wings faster."
The students, as one would expect, were bursting with joy as soon as they heard this. The
change in mood was visible on everyone, and they also moved much faster than before upon getting the motivation they needed.
Salvation was near... and they were more than happy to reach it.
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"H-haa... haaa..."
Heavy breaths echoed throughout the sandy beach as the students struggled to catch their breaths.
"T-that was... further than I... I thought..."
"Y-yeah..."
"I'm so exhausted!"
"W-when do we leave already?"
"Huuu... haaa..."
As the hundreds of students littered the beach, they glanced around and at each other in visible exhaustion, but also some mutual excitement.
They were more than grateful that they managed to escape the horrors of war and now be on their way home. All that they needed to do now was build something that would get them away from the Continent's shores.
"Looks like the Staff are already on it..." L'uffa said, and the other students around him nodded with excitement.
Rey joined in the nodding.
The plan was for the Staff to use their Magic-since they were the most skilled-to create a large enough construct to take everyone to sea. It didn't have to be as elaborate as a ship, but as long as it was a sturdy enough platform that was functionally capable of taking them some distance from the Continent, then it would be acceptable.
Once they got some distance away from the place, Spatial and Communication Magic would be restored, and they could finally return to the Academy.
... A simple plan, really.
"What is the first thing you're going to do once you return?"
"Me? I'll have a proper sleep. I wasn't able to sleep so well in the shelter."
"Me too! It was too uncomfortable."
"Yeah... I guess we really took our beds for granted, didn't we?"
"I'm going to eat decent food! That's all that matters to me right now."
"I would have called you a glutton, but you're right. The slop they served us in that shelter tasted horrible!"
"Right? I swear it was so gross."
"I totally agree..." The students went on and on with their chatter, ignoring the Staff who were close to the waters and ready to begin construction.
This only lasted a few more seconds, though.
~SQUELCH!~
The sudden sound of flesh being torn caused all of the loud chatter to die out in nearly an instant.
All of the students fell into a dead calm, almost as if theywere trying to make sure they heard the sound correctly.
Then, barely one second after-
~SQUELCH!~
~SQUELCH!~
~SQUELCH!~
-Even more sounds of the same kind echoed out.
Flesh being ripped apart by sharp weapons, and blood spurting out of the rended meat like a fountain: everything was encapsulated in the sounds that followed.
Still, confusion afflicted the students.
What... what in the world was happening? What was causing such an abominable sound? One look in the direction of their dear Supervisors was enough to answer that question.
"E-ehh...?"
"A-ahhh...?!"
"W-what is... what are those...?!!"
As the trembling Newts burned the grotesque sight of their Instructors mutilated bodies-all of which were hanging lifelessly on massive spears-they found the excitement that so was
initially so overwhelming wash away.
Some covered their mouths in disgust and shock.
Others pointed at the scene, as if it wasn't something everyone could see with their own eyes.
As the pierced flesh seeeped out blood, and the red liquid stained the transparent hue of the sea, the wielders of the weapons began to emerge from the depths.
And no... not just the depths of the waters.
-The depths of darkness.
Undead-Giant and Monster alike-rose from the darkened waters, which had now become
akin to a bog, or a pool of black ink.
They had menacing looks in thier eyes, and their maws dripped with blackened drool. With
their bodies wet from the waters of darkness, their entire features made it clear that the only thing they currently craved was violence and death.
... Lots and lots of death.
"E-EEEK!!!"
As the students watched this, all in exhaustion and fear, they felt tremors behind them as
well.
Rising from the sands of the beach were several Automatons.
They had camouflaged features, but they were also very bulky and monstrous in their appearances. These things rose from all corners of the beach-particularly behind the Newts -blocking off any possible route of escape.
At this point, it was made clear to the trembling students that there was no path of escape.
What were they going to do now?
~WHOOOSH!~
All of a sudden, the Undead launched several projectiles, or even their primary weapons, at the students. This happened the same time as the Automatons launching bullets from their outstretched, weaponized hands.
The result?
~SQUISH!~
~SQUELCH!~ ~SPLOOSH!~
.... Tons and tons of death.
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[A/N]
Thanks for reading! The massacre begins, doesn't it? Hope you enjoyed the chapter.