Cosmic Ruler - Chapter 406

Chapter 406: Aetheric Waste III

Aiden looked at Kaelith. “How quickly can your people set traps and ambush points in the surrounding terrain?”

Kaelith smirked. “Give us a day, and we’ll turn the Highlands into a nightmare for anyone foolish enough to march through.”

“Good,” Aiden said, then turned to Thalric. “Can your people spare any heavy weapons? Siege breakers, ballistae, anything?”

Thalric scratched his beard thoughtfully. “We’ve got a few hidden caches. They’re not exactly in pristine condition, but they’ll do the job.”

“Get them ready,” Aiden ordered. “Rick, you’ll oversee the fortifications. Myne, I need your scouts watching every approach. If the Abyss moves, I want to know about it before they do.”

Myne gave a mock salute. “On it, boss.”

The next 24 hours were a blur of activity. Kaelith’s Nomads worked tirelessly to rig the mountain passes with traps: collapsing rockfalls, explosive runes, and hidden pits lined with jagged spikes. Thalric’s people hauled ancient siege engines out of storage, repairing and reinforcing them under Rick’s watchful eye. Myne’s scouts kept a constant vigil, reporting every flicker of movement in the distance.

Aiden didn’t rest. He moved from one group to the next, offering advice, encouragement, and—when necessary—a stern reminder of the stakes. His presence was a rallying point for the exhausted defenders, a symbol of unwavering resolve.

By the time the Abyssal army appeared on the horizon, the Highlands had been transformed into a fortress.

The battle began at dawn. The Abyss came in waves, their twisted soldiers swarming up the narrow passes like a black tide. But the defenders were ready.

The first wave triggered the traps, collapsing entire sections of the pass and burying dozens of Abyssal soldiers under tons of rubble. Those who survived were met with a hail of arrows and bolts from the Syndicate’s archers and siege engines.

Kaelith’s Nomads struck from the shadows, ambushing Abyssal detachments and vanishing before they could retaliate. Thalric’s warriors held the chokepoints, their shields and axes turning back every assault.

Aiden fought on the front lines, his blade a blur of light and energy. His presence was like a beacon, drawing the enemy’s attention and inspiring his allies to fight harder.

“They just keep coming!” Rick shouted, his voice barely audible over the roar of battle. “How many of these things are there?”

“Enough to bury us if we let them,” Myne replied, loosing a pair of arrows that found their marks. “But they’re not invincible.”

Aiden leapt onto a ridge, his sword glowing with ethereal energy. With a single swing, he unleashed a wave of force that tore through an entire Abyssal platoon. “Hold the line!” he shouted. “We can’t let them break through!”

For hours, the defenders held their ground, turning back wave after wave of Abyssal attackers. But the enemy’s numbers were endless, and the strain was beginning to show.

“They’re pushing harder!” Thalric warned as a fresh wave of Abyssal elites joined the fray. “We’re running out of options!”

Aiden gritted his teeth, his mind racing. They needed a decisive blow, something to break the Abyssal army’s momentum. His gaze shifted to the narrowest pass, where the Abyssal commander—a hulking figure clad in blackened armor—was directing the assault.

“I’ll handle this,” he said, breaking into a run.

“Aiden, wait!” Myne called after him, but it was too late.

The Abyssal commander turned as Aiden approached, its glowing eyes narrowing. “You,” it growled, its voice like grinding stone. “The one who defies the Abyss.”

Aiden didn’t respond. He lunged forward, his sword meeting the commander’s massive blade in a clash that sent shockwaves through the pass.

The battle between them was fierce, each blow shaking the ground. The commander’s strength was overwhelming, but Aiden’s speed and precision kept him one step ahead. As they fought, he noticed cracks forming in the pass walls—cracks he could use.

With a sudden burst of energy, Aiden struck the ground, sending a wave of force into the cracks. The pass began to collapse, tons of rock crashing down and separating the commander from its army.

The Abyssal soldiers faltered, their advance slowing as confusion spread through their ranks. The defenders seized the opportunity, launching a counterattack that drove the enemy into retreat.

When the dust settled, Aiden stood atop the rubble, battered but victorious. The defenders erupted into cheers, their spirits lifted by the hard-fought victory.

But Aiden’s expression remained grim. This was only a temporary reprieve. The Abyss would return, stronger and more determined than ever.

For now, though, they had held the Highlands—and with it, a glimmer of hope for the battles yet to come.

The cheers of victory slowly faded as the defenders regrouped, tending to the wounded and fortifying what remained of their positions. Aiden stood at the edge of the rubble, surveying the battlefield. The once-pristine Highlands were now a scarred and battered landscape, a testament to the price of their defiance.

Kaelith approached him, her emerald eyes glinting with a mixture of pride and concern. “That was reckless, even for you,” she said, crossing her arms. “You could’ve been crushed under those rocks.”

Aiden gave her a faint smile. “Reckless, maybe. Necessary, definitely. We bought ourselves time.”

“Time isn’t enough,” Myne interrupted as she joined them, wiping blood off her blade. “They’ll regroup, and when they come back, it won’t just be foot soldiers. They’ll bring their elites, their war machines… maybe even Abyssal Lords.”

The mention of Abyssal Lords sent a ripple of unease through the group. These were beings of immense power, commanders of the Abyss who were said to wield strength rivaling gods. Facing one was tantamount to suicide, even for someone like Aiden.

“We need reinforcements,” Thalric said, his voice grim as he approached with Rick. “And not just more soldiers. We need an edge—something they won’t expect.”

Rick nodded, his expression thoughtful. “There’s a possibility… but it’s a long shot.”

“Out with it,” Aiden said, his tone sharp. “We don’t have time for half-measures.”

Rick hesitated before speaking. “There’s a legend about the Highlands. Deep in the mountains, beyond the Blackspire Chasm, lies a hidden vault—a remnant of the ancient world. It’s said to contain relics of immense power, forged by the First Forge Masters to combat the Abyss during the early wars.”