Return of the Legendary Runesmith-Chapter 448 - 447- Peace and war

Annabelle received a false invitation from the Umbral. The moment she reached their headquarters and learned the truth, she understood the intent behind it.

Whoever had orchestrated this did not want Annabelle anywhere near the Runebound Academy.

Without wasting a moment, she turned back and headed straight for the Academy.

Had it not been for the obstacle that blocked her path, she would have arrived far earlier.

Still, as she stood atop one of the Academy’s buildings and watched the advancing forces below, she knew one thing with certainty—she wasn’t too late.

Wielding her dual formless swords, Annabelle murmured under her breath, "I won’t let you destroy my home."

Thunder answered her resolve. It crackled around her body as she launched forward, her figure flaring with light bright enough to draw every eye on the battlefield.

Ariana felt a wave of relief, followed by sharp excitement. A powerful ally had arrived.

Raising her voice, she commanded, "Protect the students!" Taking a few hurried steps, she leapt over the Academy walls, her flail gripped in her left hand before she swung it down with force.

CRACK

Several massive mud spikes burst from the ground before the main gates, hardened instantly as they formed the final line of defense.

Ariana glanced over her shoulder and drew a steady breath before turning back toward the front.

The forest stood before her, teeming with monsters as far as the eye could see.

A grin curved her lips as she muttered, "Days like these are what make this job exciting."

....

On the other side of the Academy, Annabelle marched forward like an unstoppable force, her formless swords tightly gripped in her hands.

Hordes of monsters surged toward the walls, their numbers so dense that the golems stationed at the front were beginning to lose ground. Stone limbs shattered, cores flickered, and the earth trembled beneath the pressure.

Behind them, soldiers stood shoulder to shoulder, weapons raised, fully aware that once the golems collapsed, there would be nothing left to slow the flood.

Thunder wrapped around Annabelle like a living cloak as she lunged forward. Her lips moved in a quiet chant, steady and unbroken.

The runes along her blades ignited, thin lines of light branching out like veins of lightning, responding instantly to her will.

A Minotaur sensed her closing in and turned with a furious bellow, swinging its massive club in a wide arc meant to crush her in one blow. Annabelle stepped into the strike instead of away from it.

Lightning erupted from her feet, propelling her forward. Before the weapon could touch her, a concentrated bolt tore through the Minotaur’s chest. Its body burned from the inside out, collapsing into drifting cinders before it hit the ground.

She did not pause.

Annabelle moved straight into the horde, thunder rolling with every step. A group of armored brutes charged her head-on, their shields interlocked. She raised one blade and twisted her wrist.

The lightning around her condensed, sharpened, then detonated in a focused line. The shields shattered like brittle glass, and the creatures behind them were thrown backward, their armor glowing red-hot before splitting apart.

From above, winged beasts dove, screeching as they aimed for her blind spots. Annabelle tilted her head slightly, eyes narrowing.

The storm around her surged upward. Arcs of lightning lashed the sky, spearing the creatures mid-flight. Their wings disintegrated, and their bodies dropped in smoking heaps before they could reach the ground.

A massive earth-type monster slammed its fists down, raising jagged spikes of stone around her in an attempt to trap her. Annabelle planted one sword into the ground.

Thunder flowed through the blade and into the earth itself. The spikes shattered from the base, the shockwave traveling outward and ripping the monster apart from below, leaving nothing but a scorched crater behind.

The battlefield began to change around her. The pressure on the golems eased as monsters were pushed back, their formation breaking under the relentless advance.

Soldiers could only watch as Annabelle carved a path through the horde, her movements fluid, efficient, and utterly dominant.

A serpent-like creature coiled around her from behind, scales resistant to magic, its body tightening to crush her. Annabelle exhaled slowly.

The lightning around her shifted, no longer explosive but precise. A thin current surged along the serpent’s body, bypassing its scales and striking directly at its core. The creature stiffened, then went limp, collapsing in silence.

She stepped free and continued forward, her chant never faltering.

Each swing of her formless swords bent thunder to her will—sometimes erupting in violent bursts, sometimes cutting cleanly through space in silent arcs of light.

She guided the storm with absolute control, never wasting a single strike, never allowing the chaos to touch the soldiers behind her.

To the monsters, the battlefield had become a domain of thunder where escape no longer existed.

And at its center, Annabelle advanced—calm, and domineering.

....

In the sky, Nytharos narrowed his eyes as he continued to watch Annabelle’s relentless march. Below him, the battlefield had turned into a storm-wracked domain where thunder ruled without restraint.

On the opposite side, Ariana barked orders with sharp precision, repositioning squads, rotating injured soldiers out, sealing gaps before they could form. Under her command, the defenses flowed like a living mechanism, making it nearly impossible for the monsters to pry through.

Just then, Abraham stepped closer and asked, his voice low with anticipation,

"Should I deal with them, my lord?"

Nytharos did not answer.

Instead, he raised his hand.

The world seemed to pause for a fraction of a second. One of the orcs below was abruptly ripped off the ground, its body twisting as an unseen force dragged it skyward. It thrashed helplessly before being halted midair, suspended directly in front of Nytharos.

Without a hint of emotion, Nytharos tore off his own arm.

There was no blood—only a brief distortion, as if reality itself recoiled. He tossed the severed limb toward the orc.

The monster did not hesitate.

It lunged forward and chomped down on the arm, devouring it with frenzied zeal. The moment its jaws closed, a violent reaction followed. Dark lightning exploded from its body, crackling wildly as its flesh blackened and hardened.

Green skin burned away into charred obsidian tones, thick black veins bulging across its frame as its mana presence compressed into something far denser—and far more dangerous.

The orc roared, a sound no longer bestial but warped, layered with unnatural resonance. The air around it vibrated, distorted by the pressure of its transformed core.

Nytharos watched with mild interest.

"Go," he said calmly.

The corrupted orc was hurled back toward the battlefield like a falling star, dark lightning trailing behind it as it descended—aimed straight toward Annabelle’s advancing path.

....

Adrian leaned back against the smooth stone edge of the pool, the warmth seeping into his muscles, easing the last traces of tension he hadn’t even realized he was carrying.

"I feel at peace."

The water rippled softly around them, disturbed only by their slow breaths and the faint echo of dripping somewhere in the chamber.

Querella rested her head against his shoulder, her fingers idly tracing small circles on his arm. She was quiet for a moment, listening to his heartbeat—steady, calm and unhurried. That alone eased something in her chest.

"You say that," she murmured, "but you rarely stop. You’re always thinking. Planning about your new creation." Her voice wasn’t a complaint, just concern. "I worried you might be pushing yourself too hard."

Adrian chuckled softly. "I thought so too." He glanced at the surface of the water, watching the distorted reflection of the lantern light. "But lately... it’s like everything is feeding into everything else. Teaching sharpens my mind.

Research excites me. Building those artifacts—seeing them actually work—gives me purpose." He paused, then added gently, "And being with you both... it steadies me."

Querella lifted her head to look at him, her dark eyes searching his face. There was no trace of fatigue there—only warmth and a quiet satisfaction that couldn’t be faked. "You really mean that."

"I do." He tightened his arm around her slightly. "I thought exhaustion was inevitable. That giving more of myself would eventually leave me empty." His smile softened. "Turns out, I was wrong."

She smiled back, smaller but sincere, and settled closer to him again. The silence that followed wasn’t awkward—it was full, complete in its own way. Outside, the world was still demanding, still chaotic. Tomorrow would bring lessons, experiments, responsibilities, and expectations.

But for now, in the gentle heat of the pool and the comfort of shared closeness, Adrian allowed himself to simply exist—unburdened, unhurried, and genuinely at peace.

He was really calm at the moment given he made up with Ariana, Annabelle also accepted Querella and Raven had forgiven him.

His life couldn’t be any more better than this.

...little did he know what chaos had unfolded back home.

Later, he would regret dearly for not checking the chat.

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