Transmigration Into The Beginning After The End

Chapter 10 - Grand Mountains II

CHAPTER 10 - GRAND MOUNTAINS II

Surveying the battle, I saw how the earthen wall was holding its own, none of the arrows being able to penetrate through. Focusing on Durden, I watched his left hand that was directed towards the earth wall as he maintained a constant flow of mana to keep it from collapsing. Forming a narrow slit in the middle of the wall gained him vision of my father and the archers scattering, trying to run away.

"Take heed, Mother Earth, and answer my call. Pierce my enemies. Let none of them live."

[Rupture Spike]

After a brief delay, a dozen spikes began shooting up from the ground at the bandit archers. Some manage to escape the attack while others got impaled, their screams only lasting a couple of moments before dying.

Durden looked recognizably drained from that spell; his jaw clenched as beads of sweat ran down his pale face.

It was at this moment that I noticed my mother had taken out a wand. Her trembling fingers were fumbling with it before she shook her head and stuffed it back into her robe. In the wand's stead, she held onto me tighter.

There was no one injured on our side besides Helen, who had bound the wound on her calf. Fortunately the arrow wasn't lodged in too deep, thanks to Helen's mana reinforcement; by the time she wound it, the bleeding had stopped, but throughout this whole time, my mother had a constant look of paranoia, her face pale with worry. I couldn't help but notice that her hand would keep reaching for her wand in her robe until she decided to draw it back at the last minute. Her eyes never stayed fixed to one place, always turning left and right, trying to look out for anything that could harm us.

While a little confused at first, I dismissed it; mentally concluding that, since she wasn't an adventurer for too long, unlike my father, she was simply not used to situations like these.

With the battle coming to its peak. The bandit group had not suspected that every one of our group members would be capable mages. Because of that miss calculation, all of the melee fighters were dead, the only ones alive being the four mages and a couple of scattered archers on the run.

Jasmine was still having trouble with the perverted chain user, but the arrogance on his face was wiped clean this time, with a couple of nicks and cuts on his body dripping blood.

Adam was engaged with a dual-sworded augmenter. His fighting style reminded me of a snake, with his flexible maneuvers and sudden attacks. He should be considered one of the rare elemental augmenters with a water-attribute style.

Reinforcing the shaft of his spear to be flexible, his attacks were a mirage of quick thrusts and fluid swipes. The battle looked to be in his favor; the dual wielder had wounds that were profusely bleeding as he desperately tried to parry the onslaught of attacks.

A thundering crash shifted my attention away from Adam's battle. My father had been knocked down against the debris of what was now left of the [Earth Wall] spell and was struggling to pick himself up as blood dribbled down from the side of his lips.

"Reynolds!" "Dad!" "Honey!"

The clashing continued with the bandit who sent my father flying, Uncle James trying to chase him away from my father and the rest of us.

I rushed out of the wind barrier, kneeling in front of my father, my mother following immediately behind. I could see the panic written on her face as she nervously contemplated what she could do.

I didn't know why she wasn't healing him, maybe because she was so startled, but just when I was about to suggest it, my father cut me off.

"Alice, listen to me. Don't worry about me. If you use a healing spell right now, they'll realize and try much harder to capture you because of what you are. Sacrificing a lot more than what they have now!" He stressed, his voice in a low whisper.