Ever since the sh between Arnold''s summons and the resistance, things had been awkwardly quiet on Alfheim. Initially, the elves were concerned about the bacsh they would suffer after failing to take care of the heretics.


    But it appeared as if the damage they dealt to Arnold''s forces was much worse than they thought. It was the only reason to exin the silence of the godly army. Not that they wereining, as it gave them some crucial time to gather their troops to engage their enemies one final time.


    All of the leaders were happy with the oue, except for one. From what Aimon had observed and knew about Deathless, he wasn''t someone who would have left the elves alone without taking some sort of revenge.


    Yet it had been days and yet he was nowhere to be seen. Seeing no other way, Aimon sent some of her most trusted and capable spies over to see what was going on there. She soon got her reports back. Not only did the spies couldn''t see ''Deathless'', but none of his ''elites'' was also seen either.


    Still, the construction of the city was still going at the same pace. The elves appeared to be constructing the city by themselves now. That was all the spies could tell her as going anywhere close to the city would have proven to be lethal.


    ''Just where is he...?'' Aimon thought to herself.


    Just then, the rms started ringing all over the capital of the strongest nation on Alfheim. A citadel dedicated to their Goddess and theirst safe haven from the invaders. Numerous elves, monsters and even gods had tried to seize the city from them, yet all of them had failed.


    Now a new challenger had risen up to try and im the Citadel once again. While the rms worried everyone else, the sound of panic and chaos was weed with opened arms by Aimon.


    Finally, it was time for her great ascension to begin. It was her time to shine!


    She kept thinking that as all of the leaders rushed over to the borders surrounding the city to take a look at the army of heretics that had invaded them. However, as they did that, they were left utterly disappointed.


    There was no army surrounding the Citadel, but one man. That too without any weapon or armour. But there was no denying that it was a human and not an elf. On top of all that, the man did not have a trace of mana on him.


    "Is he some sort of guinea pig or something?" Lorcan, the war chieftain, asked hispanions.


    "Looks like that to me." Yet another one replied, "Why else would there be mana less human here? They probably sent the poor guy to check our defences."


    However, there was one discrepancy. The rms in the citadel weren''t something that could be triggered manually. It automatically senses danger and activates. Also, the loudness of the rm determined the level of threat out there. And right now, the rms were wailing the loudest they ever had.


    "It would appear that the rms are malfunctioning..." Vistara shrugged her shoulders and turned around, "If they want a show, then let''s give them one. Blow the man to smithereens."


    With the instructions being given to the soldiers they immediately charged up the turrets. The elves thought the man would get scared by the sounds and then run for his life. But the man simply stood there like nothing was going on.


    "What are you waiting for? Fire away!"


    Dozens upon dozens of turrets fired upon the man. The sounds of explosions shook the skies, while the grasnd in front of them got scorched so bad to never resemble lush greenery again. Thye kept bombarding the spot where the man had been standing till nothing but smoke remained there.


    "Huh... that was quite uneventful," Vistara mumbled, but a secondter she realised that the rms were still ring like before.


    She once again rushed towards the walls, and then she finally felt it... a dreadful aura like she had never felt before. She screamed at the soldiers to keep firing. But as they did that, a figure shot out through the smoke and headed straight towards the gates.


    The gates were designed from the toughest metal found on the, and yet with a single kick, it was blown apart by the human.


    "All hands to the battle stations!" Lorcan eximed as he jumped down from the walls along with his soldiers to fend off the threat.


    The aura surrounding the man had made them all nervous, and in their nervousness, the soldiers started firing away their weapons without even bothering to see who their target was. One soldier, in particr, was so scared that he could shit his pants at any moment.


    He was firing his weapons without waiting even for a moment. However, he soon snapped out of his panicked state when he felt something fall next to his feet. He stopped firing and looked around... only to find that his entire toon of 100 soldiers had been obliterated in a second, with huge chunks of their bodies missing.


    He was the only one standing there. This was enough to make the soldier lose his shit. He dropped his weapon and started running away like a mad man. However, for some reason, no matter how fast he tried to run away, he couldn''t.


    Suddenly he felt something breathing down his nape. The next moment he was paralysed with fear. He did not even dare to look at what was holding him back, he just stood there as fear took hold over his body.


    Tears started flowing down from the man''s face as he surrendered himself to his inevitable fate. But then, he heard a slow, hissing voice in his ears.


    "Tell me, do you want to live?"


    The elf nodded and was immediately let go off. He couldn''t believe it... he was safe? Either way, the elf didn''t wait there and began running away. But as he did that, a hole was blown through his stomach.


    "Why..." The elf mumbled with itsst breath.


    "You didn''t say thanks.." Arnold shrugged his shoulders and walked deeper inside the citadel, "Let''s see if you wille to fend for your people or not, miss goddess."