Chương 316: Chapter 315: Three Hours

Lich Savais'This is really a wretched place,' I thought for the hundredth time, looking at the vast wasteland. Except for the few pockets of green, there is nothing but the barren earth. People may assume the undead like us would like this place, but we undead hate it as much as the living. I was in my thoughts when suddenly I felt eyes on me and turned. I looked at the man, wearing green armor with the helm in his hand. He is looking at me with those emotionless dark green eyes.

"Savais, Greltheaven is the last city we are going to attack, and it is the most important one. It will give us the control over an important trade route and the legacy,""I really hope you would control your emotions once there," he said, looking directly at the soul flames in my eyes. There is promise in those eyes of things he will do. If I didn't do what he said.

"I won't kill him, Knight Bartram," I replied. Giving him the same answer I had given to the general when he had warned me while giving me the assignment. I couldn't kill him, which I desperately wanted to do. It is a red line, that I wouldn't cross even in my dream. The punishment for it would be worse than death. That doesn't mean, I won't have my revenge. I may not harm him, but I could still cause him the pain, that he would feel such a pain that he would want to die.

I already gathered all the information about him and know the things he loves. I will be going after them. The bastard will pay for what he did to me. I will have my revenge. I had thought about it day and night for over a year; it had nearly consumed me. Now I will finally have it, in three hours. It felt painful to wait, and I wanted to order the horde to move faster, but that was not wise. This is the optimum speed of the horde. It didn't strain our horde and the pillars controlling them.

It is important that our force remain in optimum shape as we are going to attack the city immediately as we reach it. Knight Bartram wants the city to be captured by midnight, which wouldn't be a challenge, despite the resistance, I heard, he is planning. We have crushed hundreds of such and will be crushing them too. … Caena"This is overwhelming," said Carla with shock as she walked out of the basement, before leaving the establishment with Margaux. I watched them leave, before turning to Onaz.

"All well?" I asked.

"Yes, everything is ready. We now only need to wait for the priest," she replied with a smile, but nervousness and fear were apparent in her eyes. She isn't the only one feeling the emotion. Every person in the city is feeling it, including me. The undead are coming; they are only three hours away. I looked at the hall, which had been completely transformed. All the chairs, paintings have disappeared. So have the bottles of liquor and other valuables that could be taken away.

Even the feeling of legacy had been lessened, and its area had been shrunk to the establishment. If one could walk on the floors above the hall; they wouldn't feel any power of the legacy at all. It is my doing; I had done it save the essence. Every bit would be required for what Stone had planned. We wouldn't have needed to take such extreme measures if we had at least a week. In the last two days, we had collected a massive amount of emotions, compared to other days before.

If we had kept collecting as such for a week; I would have had much better confidence in our victory. Many things have disappeared and in their places came the other things. Mostly beds, a lot of them. They had filled all the floors. The legacy will act as the resting place for the tired officers and soldiers. It could provide better rest than any resting skills. Especially when we use the real power of those charms, which we never did.

Since the legacy was born, we have never used over 25% of the power of those charms, and after it advanced to Grade II. That 25% shrunk even further; it helped us save a lot of emotion essence since the first day. I turned back to the girls; twenty-two of them. They are the only ones left in the establishment, and the circle, which had also been evacuated. There is only one area for civilians, and everyone needs to go there, and the girls of the establishment are no exception.

Most girls went there, but many volunteered for the different jobs. Including these girls who decided to stay here and help.

"It is a courageous thing, you are doing, girls. I am immensely proud of you all." I said to them. What they are doing may seem like the safest job compared to those fighting, but it is not. The undead kill everyone, who participates in the battle against them. It didn't matter if it was a fighter or the workers, who helped to create blockades. They kill all. I had made it clear to them when I had asked for volunteers. Even being an employee of legacy wouldn't save them from the undead, but they still did.

I looked at all preparations once again, before walking to my office, where I summoned the core. It appeared, more magnificent than it had been a few days ago. Filled with such power, that it could vaporize the whole city and some more in an instant. The tale has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. I pushed those thoughts away and looked at the most colorful planet. Which had huge pools containing the Grade II emotion essence.

I had confidence that if we had these pools completely filled. The undead wouldn't have been a problem. I am not joking, seeing emotion essence, had not even filled 1% of these pools, despite the massive number of emotions we have harvested. These pools have massive capacity, even if we harvest as much as emotions as yesterday. It would still take nearly a year to fill them to capacity with the Grade II emotion essence.

'Let's hope it is enough for what we are planning,' I thought, before closing it and walking out of the office.

"Madam Caena, Priest Sutton is here," informed Onaz as I was coming from the floor above. I nodded and walked toward the man. I found him on the first floor, looking at the hall curiously. He is a young man in his early twenties, wearing the robes of a church of dust, and has a wooden staff with a dusky crystal in his hand.

"Priest Sutton," I greeted the young man, making him turn toward me.

"Madam Caena, I suppose," he said, and I nodded.

"Is it really a legacy? It feels so pale compared to the things I heard," he said, looking slightly disappointed. A smile appeared on my face and a moment later, colorful emotion mist materialized, while the power of legacy concentrated on him. It shocked him immediately.

"Now, does it feel like a legacy?" I asked and removed all the effects.

"My apologies for the doubts, Madam Caena," he apologized.

"You do not need to apologize, Priest Sutton. I am just conserving the emotion essence," I replied and understanding appeared in his eyes.

"So, where do you want me to cast spells?" he asked.

"Follow me," I replied and led him. I also went with him, while the girls stayed behind, despite their curiosity. Soon, we reached the entrance of the basement and entered inside, before finally reaching the lobby where there were also beds. These beds are slightly different than those above.

"This is the place," I said, showing him the small water pool in the center of the spa's lobby. I had removed all the flowers on it and other things, leaving only water. That is all we will need. He looked at the pool before pointing his staff at it. It lit up a moment later, before dusky rays shot through its crystal toward the water, while I covered him with the power of one specific planet. The spell has already been imprinted.

In just a single day, I had imprinted over a hundred Grade II spells into the establishment. Stone had shifted the mages to the second garrison ground, which was in the outer range. There Stone had made them show their spells, and I sneakily imprinted them. I also imprinted the clerics spells. Silver was shocked earlier when I told him that. He thought only mage spells could be imprinted. It is witchcraft, a grand ritual. He underestimated it far too much.

Any type of spell could be imprinted, as long as they are created from power belonging to this world. That includes the divine spells. The spell stopped and a second later, another spells came in the form of dusky waves, which were also imprinted. The third spell was a dusky ball of energy. It was not a spell, he revealed yesterday, and I quickly imprinted it. He stopped after the three spells and looked at the water, which now shining in beautiful dusky light.

"I had enchanted the water with the divine spells. It will now be able to cleanse the small corruption of the undead and heal the minor wounds. It will last for twelve hours," he stated.

"Thank you, Priest Sutton," I said, and the young man smiled. I walked him out through the gazebo and watched till his carriage left the establishment before returning to the spa's lobby and stopped in front of the pool, which he had just enchanted with spells.

"Cleans Minor Corruption. Heal Wounds. Seal of Erasins." I muttered and immediately dense dusky rays, dusky waves, and dusky balls of energy appeared above the pool before entering inside it. A couple of seconds later, the water begins to shine in densely beautiful, dusky divine light. I had used the same Grade II divine spells he used, but these spells are far stronger than his. Their power is equal to the Grade III spells. The grand ritual of kama rakalis, imprints and enhances the power of the spells.

Though the grand ritual, didn't increase its power to this degree. It makes spells jump the grade, but at not this power. The thing that gave them extra power above the grand rituals is emotion essence. It is the strongest fuel there. These qualities made the establishment, the best place for a temporary hospital, and it would have if it had more emotion essence and didn't have a very important purpose to serve. We wouldn't have used the establishment at all. If not used, it would have made it more suspicious.

Everything here is temporary. More temporary than other temporary places we have created for this battle. It is, after all, a façade. To hide the most important thing it will do. The thing, that will give us a chance to win against the undead.