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Everyone who witnessed the death -the horror on the faces of those killed- eyed the corpses and Evian with a look of dread regardless of what side they were on.

Ember and Carleine had heard Gillert\'s narration of Evian\'s new outlook on death but it was their first time seeing it in action. It was a surprising sight- But Awe-inspiring nonetheless.

Evian faced the confused Guards as he raised a hand and conjured yet another Barber spear- Teeming with a deathly cold aura.

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[•Whiro\'s Barbed Spear (Attack): 1000 Soul Points.

Conjure a forceful torturous Spear of Eldritch energy.

-Can be conjured up to five times before a Cool-down is triggered.

-Cool-down time: Twenty Seconds]

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With a smile, Evian brought the Spell\'s information to the forefront of his mind and then he tossed the conjured Spear at the enemies before him.

Every one of the Guards rightfully lost confidence in the protection their coats of Spiritual Energy should have granted. They moved out of the way and the Spear whizzed past them only to hit a Guard much closer to the part of the courtyard where Gillert was in combat with Captain Donan.

As yet another Soul was reaped for him and his Soul Points ticked up another 100 Soul Points to reach the 1000 Soul Points mark again, Evian\'s grin got wider with satisfaction as he turned around to face the duo of Ember and Carleine.

"Hi."

Faced with his handsome smile following such an impressive and unique display, the two ladies flushed and gulped, eyeing his Larnak Military uniform before their tongues finally loosened.

"Evian-" Carliene started but stopped abruptly not exactly sure what to say.

Honestly, she had not expected him.

Two days of reintegration with the Crew did not suddenly make Evian a support system she had counted on. His plans never seemed to be about what the Crew was after, his battle against Lord Larnak seemed more like a personal vendetta instead of being for the purpose and security of the denizens of the Larnak Territory.

Also, the fact that the secret of the Crew had been revealed, and with how flaky Evian was with his goings and comings, Carleine found it quite difficult to not consider him a suspect for why the Siege occurred in the first place.

Ember, however, was different.

"What took you so long?" she questioned urgently.

Although the Redhead had not expected Evian, now that he was here, it just felt right and she genuinely wondered why they had had to suffer so much, before he showed his insufferably handsome face.

*Thud*

Before Evian could say anything in response, Gryon\'s knees hit the ground and he fell sideways. It looked like he was finally nearing the limit of how long his stubbornness could keep him breathing.

"Go to him," Evian said and he gave Carleine a healing potion out of the stash in his Spatial ring. The stash that used to belong to Koln the Arcanist.

Carleine received the potion and knowing how best to administer it, she rushed over to Gryon\'s weakening body.

Ember\'s eyes went to Daria\'s combat with Amira and then to the Guards who were cautious but no less intent on striking Evian down.

"What\'s the plan?" she asked.

"I\'m getting you out," Evian said simply.

"How?" Ember asked.

"Just make sure you\'re close to the other two," Evian told her before he turned to face the Squad of Elites creeping close.

He charged at them, they stabbed at him, he turned intangible to survive their attacks, and tried his absolute best to kill them once tangible again.

Evian\'s goal was to rally with Gillert who remained in combat with Captain Donan, but it would be such a waste if he didn\'t gather some Soul Points along the way.

Speaking of Gillert;

He still wielded the Sword he had seized from the Elite Guard, however, it lacked sorely in quality compared to Captain Donan\'s spear and so after much contact between the two as well as being handled by the strength of a Fourth Order Knight such as Gillert, the blade shattered. Leaving behind a jagged stump.

The weight of the weapon now lacked balance. It also lost a good portion of its reach which had never been enough against Donan\'s Spear in the first place.

The Elites gathered around the two as they battled and had the good sense to stay away.

Not only was their combat ferocious in force and speed, but they also had confidence in their Captain and knew getting involved would do more harm than good.

Regardless of what their reasons were though, Gillert was glad they stayed back. Nothing good could come from shifting his attention from his Fourth Order Opponent.

As for Captain Donan, he was having fun.

His smile was wide as he clashed with Gillert.

With the Turf war declared between the Larnak and Stygian territories, it was only a matter of time before he had even more Fourth Order opponents in the Captains of the enemy\'s forces. This was a much-needed prep.

Gillert fought valiantly with his stump of a Sword but the end finally came.

*Whum*

"Ngh"

A strike to the stomach caused him to double over, causing the side of his face to be smacked with the blunt shaft of Donan\'s spear.

With Quick thinking, Gillert raised his arms to guide.

The Weapon struck.

*Bam!*

*Crack*

As though a consequence of Gillert\'s growing fatigue, the bone in his forearm cracked due to the force of the attack.

Gillert gritted his teeth and refused to let out a sound of pain but the connecting strike to his back that sent him to the ground demanded a vocal reaction and it got one.

*Bam*

*Crack*

"ARRRGGH- Mmph"

As his ribs cracked, Gillert let out a howl of pain only to be forced to shut his mouth when Donan stomped his head forcing his mouth against the gravel of the mansion Courtyard.

"That\'s enough out of you," Donan said as hefted his Spear over his shoulder with a smile of satisfaction,

"You never had a chance. Prepare your mind. Up next, Justice!"

As the figurehead of the Resistance, the one Lord Herbert Larnak wanted to be kept alive most of all was Gillert. His was to be a public execution and a very telling tale.

*Swoosh*

Donan\'s senses suddenly piqued as a Spear made of Eldritch energy charged toward him.

Seeing as Gillert had definitely reached his limit, Evian ignored paused his killing, and phased through the Larnak Guards before charging a preemptive strike towards Donan with the last Whiron Spear he was still allowed.

There was such intense Soul-reaping force emanating from the attack that Donan instinctively took it seriously. Striking out his Spear to knock the strange spell off its trajectory.

The spell hit the ground and dissipated into a heavy mist of Eldritch chill, however, the seconds Donan spent reacting, Evian spent sliding the rest of the way before he closed a fist around a chunk of Gillert\'s clothes.

He used his Phasing spell, and began to spread it over Gillert\'s body, right at the moment Donan\'s attention descended upon him.

*Bam!*

The Spear-wielding Captain let loose a kick.

Being at the Fourth Order and immune to Evian\'s intangibility, Donan\'s kick connected and was so forceful, that it sent Evian flying many feet away.

"Ack!"

Groaning at the pain and assured that several of his ribs had been cracked, Evian kept his concentration on his Wraithic phasing spell. He focused specifically on sharing it with Gillert who he had dragged along with him.

Donan followed up, raised his Spear, and brought it down to skewer Evian as he had failed to do nights before only to be disappointed when Evian sunk out of sight along with Gillert\'s unconscious body.

"Fuck!"

Angrily, Donan scanned the courtyard, sure Evian would soon surface.

He was right.

Evian returned to the surface just feet away from where Ember, Carleine, and Gryon were. He heaved Gillert over his shoulder and ran toward them.

Donan bounded over and Evian rejoiced as the Whiron Barbed Spear\'s Cool-down ended and he unleashed all Five he was allowed.

One, Donan could handle with ease

Two was a piece of cake.

Three was forceful but doable without a reduction in pace.

Five however pushed him and halted him for three precious seconds.

"Daria!" Evian called, determined to leave no one behind.

The Witch was ready.

She let out her trump card; A barrage of Magical Spinning blades conjured with her Spiritual energy.

With a groan of annoyance, Amira weaved, bobbed, and struck as many of the blades as she could, giving Daria the precious seconds she needed to regroup with Evian.

Evian grabbed Ember\'s hand, he grabbed Carleine\'s shoulder who had an injured Gryon in her arms and the moment he felt Daria wrap an arm around his waist, he cast his Wraithic Phasing spell.

Finally free of the spells that halted him, Donan\'s eyes widened at what appeared to be certain failure yet again.

"NO!"

He yelled and tossed his Spear.

*Whoosh*

It pierced through the air at an incredible speed but Alas, it struck nothing.

The Crew and their Arcanist support were gone.

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