Void Spawn - A litrpg adventure fantasy

Standing over the top of the hill, Samael overlooked the stone fortress ahead. Smoke billowed from its walls, and ballistas creaked on its windows.

Every figure within those corridors was an omen. To think they were once children sickens Samael to the core. The harrowing torture they must have endured. He knows it all too well.

Hearing the footsteps behind him, Samael cast a sidelong glance over his shoulders to find Hammel walking towards him. "Are the preparations completed?" Samael asked.

"Yes, sir," Hammel nodded at Samael. "We're just waiting for your signal, sir."

Samael nodded as he raised his hand towards his ears, the ring on his middle finger humming. "Are you guys all set?"

Two voices echoed back as though in a long tunnel. "We're set."

After further investigation, Samael soon found the biggest problem to conquering the palace. First off, it was a maze within those walls. Each potentially laced with traps and kill zones. It was going to be a battle of attrition once they were in. That is if Limbo and Arthur can bypass and disable the blast doors.

Samael took a deep breath as he put his hand back down, steeling his resolve. Some, if not all, of them may not return from this. He had now come to terms with that reality.

"Load in," Samael gestured towards the battle barge they created. "Let's do this."

Hammel and the rest of the members began to board as Samael followed closely behind, stepping inside the crystal column. Samael tapped the construct. Caephas nodded as he blocked off the entrance with a wall of crystal.

Hammel positioned himself at the back of the container where a few sockets were present. "On your signal cap."

Samael nodded as he stared at the crystal-clear windows ahead. "Once we're in, it will be carnage." Samael shifted his gaze towards the other members. "Are you all ready?"

"Always," Hammel smirked as his hands began to glow orange.

"Couldn't be more prepared," Caephas grinned as his hands crystallised, forming sharp, jagged claws.

"They'll understand soon enough the cold embrace of death." Geralt's body began to emit intense cold.

A small smile formed on Samael's lips.

Time to find out how good their plan is.

Raising his hand, Samael spoke.

"Ignite."

Hammel's smile turned violent as he leaned forward, bracing for impact. "IGNITING!"

Everyone braced as they crouched down, firmly planting their feet on the ground as a blinding flash of orange escaped Hammel's hand along with the sudden jerk of the ship.

Samael's jaw clenched as the light of the sun pierced through the crystal-clear windows as the view of the fortress soon appeared before them.

Men with masks gathered around the front of the fortress as a figure walked amongst them, a man clad in black with multiple slits on his mask.

Checking upon the omens, the man began to make rounds as the assassins all knelt in unison. Upon doing so, the Saint's gaze shifted upon the black dot in the sky rapidly approaching the fortress.

The man's eyes narrowed down as he saw a violent shockwave sweep from the hills ahead.

Crouching down, the wave of sound completely shook the outside walls as the Omens all bolted up, their gazes locking on the once black dot streaking across the sky.

"Artillery?" An Omen asked.

"It's growing larger..."

The saint's eyes widened as he turned back. "RING THE ALARM-"

A crazed smile formed on Samael's lips.

"Too late."

As the men scattered to ring the sirens, Samael and his men braced for the incoming impact as the fortress grew larger and larger before their eyes.

BOOOOOOM!!!

An ear-shattering explosion ripped through the veil of silence within the fortress as an earthquake of great magnitude shook its foundations. The metal fortifications creaked as they snapped before the sheer power of the battle barge.

Those unfortunate enough to be in the way were blown back as the crystal container pierced through, creating a wide gaping hole as the dust was stirred, forming a smoke screen.

The omens, swift in their actions, began to gather, forming a killzone from the impact crater as they hauled their ballistas and spellcasters on the hanging ramps.

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Silence engulfed the entire room as tension slowly built up. Everyone's gazes were focused on the smokescreen where a faint figure of the battle barge stood.

Meanwhile, Arthur and Limbo felt the shaking above as they exchanged gazes. "Time to do our part."

The two wore their cloaks as they slowly made their way up, silently opening the door to the memorial room as they listened to the chaos outside the room.

Back towards the front, the Omens prepared their spells as multiple glowing lights formed upon their hands. Their chants overlapping.

Standing behind a line of omens, the saint watched in anticipation as he felt a cold bead of sweat trickle down his forehead.

He could feel it, a knot on his gut. Something was terribly out of place here. Looking back towards the main gate, he couldn't help but cuss under his breath as he noticed the blast gates had completely closed off.

Soon, the sound of crystal breaking echoed in the air as everyone in the room flinched, their hands ready to fire.

But against the dark, their light was nothing but a fleeting ember in a sea of darkness.

Multiple black daggers ripped out of the smoke as they streaked through the air. Like clockwork, multiple Omens staggered back as they grasped their disintegrating throats.

The saint's eyes widened as he watched an omen stare at him with disbelief.

"FUCK!" The Saint ran his way back towards the blast door as he shoved his way through the ranks of assassins behind him.

The status effect [Fear] had taken effect!

Without stopping, Samael's figure walked out of the shadows, fingers pointed forward as multiple glowing beams of Void energy pulsed forward; each enemy it struck was blown back as their torsos were ripped open as if a bomb had just exploded inside them.

The Omen ducked for cover, but Samael was faster as he strode akin to the reaper, bathed in darkness. Here, he was in his domain.

On the other hand, Hammel, Geralt and Caephas burst out of the smoke screen as they too charged the enemy without fear.

Hammel boosted himself further by causing bursts of explosions behind him as he flew in the air. Landing on the centre of omens trying to escape, he generated a massive explosion that sent their burnt bodies away.

Caephas threw a plethora of crystal knives as he hacked away at the throats of the omens one after the other.

Geralt continued to rain down shards of sharp ice, pummeling the enemy slowly but surely.

Those that managed to find cover swiftly returned fire upon Samael's figure. Unfortunately, their attacks were for naught, as the man's figure was akin to darkness, imperceptible. In their eyes, he was like a blur.

Taking advantage of their destroyed ranks, Samael whipped out Void Raven as he intensified the effects of the feat, the edge of his blade sharpening as he dragged it over the ground, absorbing as much blood as it could.

As the miasma spread, the omens began to falter as they watched the carnage. With each passing second, the sound of a body crashing against the cold stone floor echoed, gripping their cold heart with an emotion they thought they had long lost.

Fear.

Some of the omens slowly fell to their knees as they grasped their heads, visceral, animalistic screams escaping their scarred lips.

The Saint leader of the Omens banged upon the doors of the blast doors as he looked at the crazed soldiers. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! STALL THEM!"

The omens, hesitant at first, began throwing themselves to Samael only for them to be ripped apart by Void Raven like a meat grinder.

Not stopping there, Samael chanted.

"Dome Cleave."

Swinging his axe rapidly, his hand soon began leaving afterimages as multiple waves of Void matter ripped the area to shreds, destroying the ballistas and incapacitating dozens of the approaching Omens before they could even get close.

Groans, screams and cries of pain thundered in the air for the next minute while Arthur and Limbo raced through the corridors, avoiding the rushing assassins.

As they snaked around the corridors, they soon found themselves in a dome-like room where multiple machines sat at the centre, manned by multiple omens. However, it too was heavily guarded, with even a saint watching over.

Looking over at Limbo, Arthur pointed at the Saint. The man nodded in return as he raised his hand, revealing a metallic gauntlet that, upon flexing his hand, released sharp claws and jagged blades over his forearm.

Arthur stealthily slipped down the bars as he mingled with the shadows, watching carefully as Limbo stood over the metal beam before jumping down with a loud echoing bang.

Everyone's attention sharply turned to Limbo as green liquid began to flow through the gaps of his gauntlet, turning the edges of his claw and jagged blades neon green.

Taking advantage of their surprise, he charged forward as he freely left his hand to the side where the multiple small sockets of his gauntlet began to spill green smoke, leaving a trail behind.

Reacting fast, Arthur appeared behind the ominous manning the machine as he grabbed one of them by the neck before snapping it. As the other 3 omens tried to stand, Arthur simply pulled out a small baton-sized metal pole and, with a twist of his hand, extended it to a spear, blowing a hole through all three of the assassins' heads.

Their corpses fell on the floor with a thud as the saint and guards turned for a moment, their eyes widening as they saw Arthur raise his middle finger to them.

Attempting to stop the man, the saint tried to break free from Limbo, but the man was vicious. He kept charging and cutting off the advance of the Omen as he continued to mow down the weaker guards, leaving their bodies green and filled with poison.

Looking over the monitors, Arthur soon found Samael and the others at the far left corner of the machines. "Found you..."

Grabbing the lever labelled 1E, he flipped it over as Samael saw the blast doors begin to slowly rise.

The saint on their side flinched as a smile formed over his lips.

Dashing forth, he slipped over the ramp as he roared. "CLOSE IT! NOW!"

Yet, silence remained... except for the sounds of footsteps over the cold stone floor.

The assassin's face paled as he looked over Samael's figure. For a moment, he only saw nothing but unending darkness. But it stared back, paralysing him with fear.

A small smirk formed on Samael's lips as he wiped off the blood over his cheeks.

Approaching the man, Samael slammed the sole of his boot at the man's face, knocking him unconscious as he dragged his limp body towards the others.

The chaos had stopped on their side, but Limbo and Arthur weren't.

Limbo and Arthur teamed up as they began to gang up on the Saint. They themselves were of equal rank, overwhelming the omen with ease.

They passed him around like a used rag as Limbo hacked and ripped through the flesh of the assassin while Arthur stabbed and blew holes over his torso, his spear vibrating rapidly as it cleaved through the metal armour with ease.

Eventually, a loud thud echoed in the air as the dead, mutilated body of the omen sprawled on the floor.

"We're clear, boss," Arthur said over the ring on his finger.

Samael held his hand by his ear as he nodded to Hammel, Geralt and Caephas. "We're in."

Looking over the extended corridor before them, Samael's jaw clenched. It had begun; now it was a battle of attrition.