The Siblings Who Swallowed The Moon Ch.6

 

Chapter 6 - Breaching The Witches’ Sanctuary

 

“Howl!”

“Howl!”

At Guillume Mountain, the werewolves were scattering in uncooperative droves. Most of their furs have been burnt off which gave way for them to be easily affected by their bane element, Blessed Silver.

“The witches' dogs are on the run! Now is our chance to eradicate the spawns of evil forever! Forward crusaders! Forward!”

“Yeah! Our God hasn’t forsaken us!”

“March onwards in fate and let our enemies cower before our might!”

The crusaders received a hefty boost of valour that drove their armoured feet ahead further up the mountain to slaughter their unholy enemies. The tide of the war had shifted in their favour. While the supplementary forces were off hunting down the remaining creatures of darkness, the main army ventured into the grotto that was being protected with the witches' magic.

“This unholy conjuration won’t keep us at bay for long.” Commander Dreylude coupled with the other Commanding Knight observed the intricacy of the magical barrier for almost an hour before they made a decisive call for action.  

“Bring forth the Holy Cross of Archangel Zadkiel!”

As soon as these words were spoken, a group consisting of 6 strong men were coming forward while carrying a long and heavy cross on their shoulders. This wasn’t just a simple ornament crafted from Blessed Silver, white jade and purified gold. No, it was a divine relic imbued with the 7 seals of high-frequency transmuting violet flame.

The mystical powers that this cross possessed could not be utilized by a person who tarnished the basic commandments nor by men. Only a cult of vestal virgins could call on the powers of this divine relic for aid.

“Bring forth the children of innocence!”

After the big cross was placed upright in front of the witches’ barrier by the strong men, a path was cleared in the army for the arrival of a handful of young ladies who were being transported in palanquins.

The men standing close by bowed their heads slightly while assisting the noble women out of the palanquins. They were clothed in white tunics which signified purity. These special ladies had taken a strict vow of silence to never speak a vain word unless it was for a noble cause, and what better cause was there than the situation they were facing right now?

“Stand ready!” The holy warriors stood guard over the vestal virgins as they gathered around the Holy Cross of Archangel Zadkiel to commence a liturgy to invoke its mighty powers.

***

“Alicia where is the Supreme Magus?” A worried feminine voice inquired with urgency.

A mature woman stationed within the inner quarters of the witches’ sanctuary asked, “Tiffaun what happen to your leg, it’s bleeding profusely?”

The demanding voice said, “Never mind that and answer my question.”

“She’s inside the Cronus chamber meditating.”

“At a time like this? Hasn’t she been informed of our current predicament?”

“She doesn’t want to be disturbed.”

“The hell with that. I’m going in.”

The witch who had been wounded back at Vermont residential district barged into the restricted sanctum of the council where she discovered an elderly woman garbed in multiple layers of pal clothing. She was resting on her knees in front of a dark monolith while engaging in indistinctive chanting. Her hair was furry and white as snow. Each length of her follicles signified her ancient existence and wisdom.

“Supreme Magus! We have trouble knocking down our doorsteps!”

“I am aware of that, Tiffaun.” The powerful elder with the title of Supreme Magus spoke without haste and worry. Finishing her chant, she calmly rose to her feet and turned her head to face the injured witch. Her glossy eyes portrayed a mystical attribute that could glimpse into the future. So it was safe to say that she was well aware of the foreboding circumstances that were encroaching on them. 

“It’s only a matter of time before they breach the inner sanctum.” Conveyed the Supreme Magus.

“Then shouldn’t you be doing something to save us?” Tiffaun’s voice was laced with distress as she tried to convince the Supreme Magus to take action against the hostile crusaders. “We’re all that’s left of Guillume colony. Most of our Lycans have already been killed or strayed from the source of battle. We’ve lost most of our defences, only you alone can save us now, Supreme Magus!”

Tiffaun dropped to her knees and started begging, “Please, use your powers to unleash the full force of retribution on our enemies. Please I beg of you!” Tears began to trickle down the corner of her eyelids, still, the Supreme Magus was reluctant to take drastic action.

Alicia who followed Tiffaun into the chamber, asked the Supreme Magus upon taking notice of her settled disposition, “What is stopping you from unleashing your powers to cut down our enemies?”

Perceiving the imploring gazes of her worried pupils, the Supreme Magus finally admitted, “I’m afraid I can no longer wield the same calibre of my former strength. And if by some miracle I killed all those men, it will only prove their point about us being spawns of evil.”

“What do you mean you’ve lost your power?” Tiffaun asked while standing upright.

The Supreme Magus went back over by the dark monolith and explained, “Most of my magic has been siphoned by this Cronus monolith to activate its latent attributes. You see, my followers, I am not the person who will save our kind and ensure our existence in history.”

“If not you, then who, Supreme Magus?” Alicia and Tiffaun were eager to know the answer.

Taking a deep breath while coming back over to where the witches were, the Supreme Magus conveyed, “The children of the cult’s original bloodline.”

“You don’t mean those troublesome spawns of Vaud, that traitorous wizard who did every inhuman act he could think of to craft the Curse Treasures of Immortalis?” Tiffaun and Alicia glanced at each other in tacit understanding.

“They are the ones who will ensure our survival. I’ve glimpsed into the possible timelines and these children are the only constant who have ushered a new balance in Astasia. Their cursed biology will be a key player.” Shared the Supreme Magus. 

Tiffaun wasn’t pleased to hear this. “But Supreme Magus, they are just a pair of inexperienced kids, not to mention very prone to causing trouble. How are they supposed to save our flesh from getting cleaved by the blades of those brutish men outside? The moment they breach the inner sanctum, we will be annihilated!”