novelraw Chapter 218
Chapter 218
The sahuagin snarled, pushing itself to its knees. Its eyes glowed faintly blue now—mana overflowing from its veins as it thrust both hands into the air. The ocean answered.
A massive surge of water erupted from below, crashing upward onto the bridge in a violent spiral.
The force nearly threw Ludger back—but his feet anchored into the planks, the earth beneath his boots obeying his mana like a reflex. He roared and burst forward again, punching through the wave itself.
Water exploded outward as his fist connected with the sahuagin’s chest. The impact sent the creature flying ten meters backward, crashing through the wooden railing and hanging halfway off the edge.
The monster gurgled, still clutching its broken trident. Its chest heaved, ribs caved in, but it wasn’t dead yet.
It tried to rise—Ludger didn’t let it.
He sprinted forward again, grabbed the creature by the collar, and drove a final punch straight through its sternum. The sound that followed was wet and final.
The sahuagin’s head slumped forward, the glow in its eyes fading out like a dying ember.
Ludger held the body for a second longer, breathing hard, then let it fall on the bridge.
Steam still drifted off him, and the bridge crackled under the residual mana. His heartbeat pounded in his ears like war drums.
He turned, scanning the shoreline—the Ironhand fighters were staring, half-stunned, weapons still raised. The remaining sahuagins hesitated, hissed, and began retreating back into the waves.
The tide was broken.
Ludger exhaled slowly, releasing the Rage Flow. His muscles loosened, the heat fading from his skin.
The cost came immediately—a wave of exhaustion heavy enough to make his knees shake. He braced against a shattered beam, wiping blood from his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Stay alert,” he rasped to the soldiers. “That was one of their leaders. Doesn’t mean it’s over.”
He turned his gaze toward the ocean—black, endless, and still glowing faintly with mana.
If they’re organizing now… then someone’s giving them orders.
And whoever it was had just declared war on the entire coast.
he battle didn’t end cleanly—it thinned out.
After their commander fell, the sahuagin waves faltered. A few lingered in the shallows, hissing and thrashing before turning back to the dark sea. The ones that stayed fought like rabid beasts, throwing themselves into the Ironhand lines in mindless fury.
Ludger didn’t need to move much anymore. The Syndicate guards had regained control of the field, crossbows reloaded, blades steady. The bridge still trembled from the earlier fight, but it held.
He crouched beside the wounded again.
Mana exhaustion gnawed at him, but he forced his breathing steady and pressed his palms against a man’s chest. Healing Touch. The glow pulsed weakly at first, then steadied. Torn flesh reknit, shallow cuts sealed, and the man gasped as pain gave way to stunned relief.
He moved from one fighter to the next, healing hands shaking slightly each time. The burn behind his eyes grew heavier, the ache in his ribs sharper—but he didn’t stop. He focused on controlling his mana instead to make sure he was using the same amount the recovered naturally.
The sounds of combat finally began to fade, replaced by the uneven rhythm of waves and groans from the injured. Someone shouted for water. Another called for torches.
Ludger wiped the blood from his palms and looked around. Bodies of sahuagins lay in heaps near the railings, their blood seeping through the planks. The night wind carried the metallic tang of it across the bridge.
Then he saw movement down the road—lanterns bobbing through the darkness.
Within minutes, the rest of his group arrived from the fishing villages. Viola led the front, cloak torn, hair singed at the ends, but her eyes still sharp. Behind her came Kharnek and Freyra, both splattered with blood but dragging survivors wrapped in torn blankets. Luna moved silently among them, guiding a limping fisherman toward the healers.
Gaius followed last, carrying two men over his shoulders like they weighed nothing. He dropped them gently beside the pile of wounded and gave Ludger a nod.
“Looks like we made it before dawn,” he said.
Ludger glanced over the crowd—the survivors, the soldiers, the battered Syndicate men—and nodded faintly. “Barely.”
He returned to work without another word, healing one of the villagers with a long, shallow cut along his side. The faint green light illuminated his tired expression, the shadows under his eyes deeper than before.
When he finally looked up again, he saw Viola kneeling beside him, helping a child drink from a canteen. Around them, the rest of the group began tending to the villagers, wrapping wounds and setting splints.
The bridge still smoked from fire and magic, but the air was calm now. The sea roared quietly beyond, retreating like a beast licking its wounds.
It wasn’t peace—but it was breathing space.
Ludger sat back for a moment, letting his mana settle. His arms felt heavy, his heartbeat slow. He looked toward the dark horizon, where faint traces of light hinted at dawn.
We survived the night, he thought. Now we need to find out who’s feeding the sea.
Gaius stepped beside him, scanning the corpses. “They weren’t acting wild,” he said quietly. “They were organized.”
Ludger nodded, jaw tightening. “Yeah. And that means someone’s giving orders.”
He looked out at the sea one last time—still black, still whispering—and then back to his exhausted team. The war on the coast had only just begun.
By the time the sun began to rise, the sea had gone quiet again. The tide carried the corpses of the sahuagins away, the water tinted a dull gray-red under the early light.
Ludger had checked the bridge twice before letting himself stop. The Ironhand Syndicate was already dragging the wounded to the fortified side of the shore, and the surviving villagers had been escorted inland under Luna’s watch.
When he finally reached the base again, he found the others where he expected.
Arslan stood near the rampart, armor scratched but intact. Elaine sat under the shade of the half-collapsed awning with the twins asleep in her arms—both calm, both breathing easy. Gaius was nearby, the ground around him hardened into dense stone ridges. Reinforcement work, by the look of it.
Ludger let out a quiet exhale through his nose. They’re safe.
He’d barely sat down to clean the dried blood from his hands when the rumble of carriage wheels drew his attention. Two wagons rolled up to the base—Lucius Hakuen in one, Rathen in the other. Both looked like they hadn’t slept.
Rathen dismounted first, his normally easygoing face drawn tight. His spear leaned across his back, still damp from seawater. Lucius followed, wearing a travel coat instead of his usual noble attire, his hair tangled by wind and salt.
Neither wasted time with greetings.
“How many casualties?” Lucius asked immediately, voice hoarse.
“Fifteen dead,” Ludger said. “Mostly Syndicate guards. Dozens more wounded, but they’ll live.”
Lucius nodded slowly, his jaw tightening. “We got reports from the inland watchposts… it’s worse than we thought.”
Rathen ran a hand through his hair, staring toward the sea. “The sahuagins didn’t all pull back. Some broke north along the coast before dawn.”
Ludger frowned. “Meaning?”
“Meaning they went around us,” Rathen said grimly. “Hit the smaller fishing towns past our patrol lines. There’s smoke from three of them already. The guards can’t cover everything—their numbers are spreading faster than we can track.”
Lucius took a slow breath, then added, “And they aren’t just in our domain anymore. Scouts from the western fiefs report similar attacks—miles beyond Hakuen territory.”
That hit the group harder than any wave.
Arslan straightened, his expression hardening. “They’ve crossed into other territories?”
Lucius nodded. “Yes. If this keeps up, the empire will call it an incursion.”
Gaius folded his arms. “Then they’ll start pointing fingers.”
“Indeed.” Lucius’s eyes flicked toward Ludger. “And since Lionsguard and Ironhand Syndicate are building the bridge that started this, the first fingers will point at us.”
The silence that followed was heavy. The only sound came from the surf hammering the rocks below.
Ludger finally broke it. “The sahuagins weren’t acting like wild monsters,” he said, voice low. “They went for the mana cores. That’s intent, not instinct.”
Rathen nodded slowly. “We’ve started collecting what’s left. Their bodies have cores too—just like the ones in the crates.”
“So they’re linked,” Viola muttered. “Someone’s using the cores to control them.”
Lucius’s expression darkened. “If that’s true, then this isn’t just a regional threat. Someone is testing something—pushing boundaries. And the Empire will use it as an excuse to tighten its grip.”
Gaius exhaled, rubbing his temple. “Then we’re sitting on the front line of someone else’s experiment.”
Ludger looked out at the sea again, his tone flat but certain. “Then we’ll just have to make sure whoever’s behind this regrets picking this coast.”
Lucius gave him a tired, humorless smile. “If you can do that, Vice Guildmaster, I’ll buy the drinks myself.”
“Deal,” Ludger said, crossing his arms.
The dawn light stretched across the water, red and gold against the fading smoke. Behind them, the battered bridge still stood—half-built, half-broken, but holding firm. For now.
The tension inside the base shifted the moment Viola spoke.
“We can’t chase them all,” she said, standing near the reinforced rampart, her voice cutting clean through the murmurs of tired soldiers. “But we can stop them from spreading. Confinement—that’s our priority.”
She turned toward Lucius and Rathen, who were both listening closely. “If we let the sahuagins move freely, they’ll cripple every coastal route before we even rebuild a single dock. The Lionsguard and Ironhand Syndicate will split into strike teams. We’ll hunt them before they regroup.”
Rathen nodded, his tone grim but resolute. “Agreed. My people know the terrain better than anyone here. We’ll move in tandem with your squads.”
“Good,” Arslan said, already dividing the teams. “Harold, Selene, Aleia, and Cor—you’ll move east with the Syndicate’s second detachment. Clear out the fishing towns before the monsters reach the river crossings.”
The veterans saluted, the metal of their gauntlets clinking softly in the morning wind.
“Viola,” Arslan said, “You will take Luna, Kharnek, and Freyra west. The villages there have higher ground—we can set up fallback lines. If these things try to push inland, they’ll have to go through us first.”
Kharnek cracked his knuckles, a grin creeping across his face. “Good. Been a while since I’ve hunted something that stinks so much. I was starting to miss it.”
Freyra rolled her eyes but didn’t argue.
“Then it’s settled,” Viola said, adjusting her cloak. “We move before noon. The sooner we contain them, the fewer graves we’ll have to dig.”
One by one, the fighters nodded and began preparing—checking gear, replacing broken weapons, restocking bolts and rations. The base buzzed with focused motion, the kind born from necessity and exhaustion alike.
Ludger watched silently as they gathered. His arms still ached from the night’s fight, but the quiet hum of purpose in the air steadied him.
By the time the groups were ready to move out, only a few figures remained near the center of the base—Ludger, Gaius, Elaine, Arslan, and the twins.
Elaine stood near the shade of a stone pillar Gaius had raised earlier, her eyes following Viola’s departing team. She said nothing, but Ludger could see the flicker of frustration in her expression.
She wasn’t made for standing still.
The realization hit him harder than he liked. She was sitting under guard while everyone else went out to fight.
Ludger glanced at her, then at the twins dozing peacefully in the cradle beside her. “You don’t have to say it,” he said quietly.
Elaine smiled faintly, though her eyes stayed fixed on the departing groups. “Didn’t plan to.”
Still, her tone carried that soft, lingering guilt that no reassurance could quite erase.
When Viola returned for final confirmation, her expression was sharp but calm. She looked at Ludger and Gaius. “We’ll handle the outer villages. You two—keep this bridge standing. If it falls, all of this is pointless.”
Ludger crossed his arms. “That’s the plan.”
“Good. Then we’ll see you in a few days.” Viola glanced once at Elaine and the twins, her expression softening for a second before hardening again. “Keep them safe.”
Then she turned, cloak snapping in the wind, and joined her team. Within moments, the mounted groups were gone—dust rising behind them as they vanished into the rolling hills.
Silence settled over the base again, broken only by the waves below and the faint clatter of Gaius reshaping the bridge’s support columns.
Ludger stepped beside him. “Guess it’s just us again.”
Gaius smirked, not looking up from his work. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
Ludger’s lips twitched in something like a grin. “Depends on what hits us next.”
Elaine sighed softly from her spot under the awning, rocking the twins as the sea breeze shifted. “You two can joke all you want. Just make sure there’s still a bridge when they come back.”
Ludger cracked his knuckles. “No promises, but we’ll try.”
The day stretched ahead of them, the sun climbing slowly over the horizon. The coast still smelled of blood and salt, but the air felt clearer—if only for the moment.
They’d won a night, maybe a day of peace.
But the sea was still watching.
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