377: Time to Go
“W-what the hell is this?” one of the Purple Capes on the spectator platform asked in disbelief when he saw dozens of demonlings in the arena along with countless bodies illuminated by the light from the magic circle of fire before it quickly dissipated, and darkness reclaimed the arena.
“Hurry up! Blast everything that moves!” another Purple Cape urged the man behind a mounted and ready arrow launching device while several men and women still put in place the other five machines at the edge of the platform.
“Hold that fire!” the captain of the Purple Capes stopped the reckless blind shooting. “A member of the royal family might still be down there.”
“Shit!” Ember cursed when she recognized captain Flavna among the fresh Purple Cape forces. “Beatrice!! Time to go!”
However, Ember did not even see the tentacle demon anymore and had no idea if Beatrice heard her.
“Wait! What do you mean “go”?” one of the masked men from Ember’s group of survivors asked as he rose to his feet after narrowly avoiding getting his head turned to charcoal by her circle of fire. “Nobody’s going anywher—UEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!”
Ember turned lit the masked soldier on fire and stood up. The other two masked soldiers learned from the mistake of their burning buddy and stayed motionless.
“The big dickless guys, I suggest you follow me and your ‘Cock Gifter’ out of here,” Ember said to Carl and the other eunuch with her. “I don’t need to tell you what the Purple Capes will do to you for everything that’s happened.”
“Liam, come on!” Carl helped his wounded fellow eunuch up while looking around for others. “Bob!? Chris!?”
Ember did not wait around for stragglers and ran to where she last saw the big tentacle demon.
Unable to withstand the pain any longer, the giant demon switched from haphazard movements and suddenly ran in a straight line.
Beatrice noticed the change in the demon’s movements and looked up from the hole filled with purple muck in the demon’s body to see where the demon was running. She saw nothing in the darker than black void ahead of her.
“Fuck,” Beatrice gasped and used her wings to jump up from the demon’s body as it charged further, right to the edge of the arena.
“Gamesh!” captain Flavna called out on the spectator platform.
On cue, a man walked out of the shadows and stood behind the captain. The man all but smiled as he walked with a laid-back posture like he owned the place. A few short strands of dark blue hair fell across his narrow eyes. The difference in their height was apparent. Flavna’s head did not even reach to the middle of Gamesh’s shoulder pads. And although Gamesh appeared as soon as he was called upon, he also bore a captain’s mark, just like Flavna.
“This certainly won’t do,” he said, looking at the barely visible arena below. “You all ready?”
Gamesh then conjured a bright sphere the size of a watermelon and launched it high into the air. The sphere suddenly stopped mid-flight high above the arena and grew brighter. The sphere was not nearly as bright as a midday sun, but more than enough to clearly illuminate the arena and the rest of the mines around it. Flavna barely caught a glimpse of some strange creature before it disappeared over the edge of the arena, leaving several dozen demonlings chaotically skittering about.
The sphere also revealed that the arena was not the only place filled with bodies. Flavna surveyed her surroundings with disgust at the drunks and druggies that laid about on various platforms. Most were solitary, some in pairs or in groups, nearly all were naked, nearly all passed out in their own vomit.
“Nobody leaves!” Flavna ordered. “Find and secure any possible members of the royal family!”
She then jumped off the platform to the nearest path that led to the arena. The Purple Cape forces spread out through the mines, securing every exit. Dozens followed Flavna down to the arena, though none took her “shortcut”.
“And, obviously, rid this place of the demon filth!” Gamesh added. “I see no princesses, kings, or queens over by that small group of four demonlings. Why are they still alive?”
“FIRE!!” one of the Purple Capes screamed and the soldiers behind the six minigun-like arrow launchers unleashed one arrow after another into the pack of demonlings.