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Chapter 190 – The Siege of Raven Tower (Part 1)
Chapter 190 – The Siege of Raven Tower (Part 1)
The night was heavy with the scent of rain and blood. A cold wind howled through the sky, carrying the distant echoes of approaching doom. From the highest spires of Raven Tower, the watchful black birds soared, their gleaming eyes catching the shifting shadows below.
The enemy had arrived.
Beyond the fortress walls, a dark tide rolled across the land—a thousand vampires marching in formation, their crimson eyes glowing like embers in the night. Their heavy black armor gleamed beneath the moonlight, the sigils of House Von etched into their chestplates.
Salazar Grimm Von had answered the challenge. And he had brought an army.
Atop Raven Tower, Seraphis watched.
The ravens circling above let out a single, unified cry, signaling the enemy’s arrival. Below, her forces were already prepared.
At her side stood her seven companions—each as deadly as they were unique:
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Yveris, the ice-cold tactician, a master of illusion and deception.
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Lorienna, swift as a shadow, wielding twin daggers coated in lethal venom.
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Vaelora, the fire mage, her staff already blazing with an inferno that crackled against the storm.
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Elyndra, the ghostly archer, her arrows crafted from pure moonlight.
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Aerisiel, the wind dancer, her rapier shimmering like the breeze itself.
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Elowen, the silent executioner, her greatsword humming with ancient runes.
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Sylvaine, the stormcaller, her magic intertwining with the thunder above.
And at the heart of it all—Seraphis.
She stood at the front, her piercing white eyes fixed upon the battlefield. The black cloak around her shoulders billowed in the rising wind, and in her hands, her enchanted playing cards hummed with raw, deadly power.
Behind her, 511 golden automatons stood in perfect silence, their humanoid forms gleaming like divine statues under the moon. Each of them was forged with a single purpose: to kill.
The battle was about to begin.
The First Strike – The Ravens’ Gambit
Without hesitation, Seraphis raised her hand.
A shrill cry pierced the air.
From the heavens, the ravens began their deadly descent, each of them carrying small alchemical explosives in their claws. As they neared the enemy formation, they dropped their payload.
Explosions erupted across the field—blinding light, searing fire, and deafening thunder tearing through the first wave of vampires.
Screams filled the air as limbs were torn asunder. The once-perfect ranks of the enemy fell into chaos.
By the time the smoke cleared, 200 vampires lay dead.
And the war had only just begun.
The Minefield of Death
The remaining 800 vampires surged forward, their discipline returning as they marched over the field of shadows. But Seraphis had prepared for this.
Beneath their feet, hidden traps had already been set.
One step.
A deafening BOOM.
Flames burst into the air, blackened limbs flying in every direction. The landmines hidden beneath the battlefield tore into the advancing forces, turning dozens into nothing but charred remains.
Within moments, another 100 vampires were gone.
The remaining 700 regrouped, snarling in fury.
They would not fall for more tricks. They charged.
The Smoke and Illusion Tactic
Seraphis turned to her forces. “Prepare the next phase.”
Smoke bombs rained down.
The battlefield was swallowed in a thick, ghostly mist, laced with a potent mix of poison and illusion magic. The vampires coughed and choked as their senses were thrown into disarray—visions of their allies twisting into monstrous phantoms.
In the confusion, Seraphis’s warriors struck.
Lorienna moved first, slipping through the haze like a specter. Her daggers flashed, carving through throats with eerie precision. Ten fell within seconds.
Vaelora followed, her flames igniting the mist, turning it into a fiery inferno that devoured dozens.
Elyndra’s arrows whistled through the smoke, each one finding its mark in the skulls of those caught unaware.
One by one, the vampires were cut down, their confusion making them easy prey.
By the time the mist faded, only 700 remained.
And then, Seraphis gave the next order.
The Black Knights and the Raven Charge
From the fortress gates, the Black Knights emerged.
Clad in obsidian armor, these were the most elite warriors of Raven Tower, their eyes glowing with the same eerie brilliance as Seraphis’s own. Their weapons were infused with dark energy, capable of tearing through vampire flesh with unnatural ease.
And at their head was Seraphis herself.
She moved like a ghost, weaving through the battlefield with terrifying speed. Her metal playing cards danced through the air—each throw decapitating, slicing, and shattering vampire bodies.
The battle had become a massacre.
Seraphis’s New Companions Enter the Fight
But just as the battle seemed to be turning, a shift in the air signaled something worse.
From the ranks of the vampires, three figures stepped forward.
They were not ordinary.
They were ancient. Powerful. Chosen warriors of Salazar Grimm Von.
Their auras were suffocating, their presence alone enough to make the very air tremble.
One of them spoke, his voice like a dagger slicing through the silence.
"So this is the so-called Seraphis?"
Seraphis smiled, flipping a playing card between her fingers.
"And you must be the next ones to die."
The Battle Had Only Just Begun.