The siege continues on with the elves and undead being the only ones to suffer casualties even if only in low numbers all the while the human spies that infiltrated days prior have tried their best to avoid any areas where they could be attacked and killed by their fellow humans within the besieged fortress. The shapeshifted human spies continue to act as best they can as natural elves, over in one of the siege camps one such spy sits on a magically made bench in front of a camp fire, several actual elves sit alongside them enjoying the rest while they can.
"So you were on the ships providing support for the siege?" One of the elves who bears the marks of a captain asked in the elven tongue
"Y-yes, sorry for the stutter I wasn't anticipating being talked to" The human spy said getting a laugh from the captain in response
"Fair enough, you're young aren't you? Can see it in the way you speak and act. First war?" The elven captain asked
"First one I've actively been a part of" The human spy said
"Don't worry we'll keep you safe, whoever you've got back home is going to see you. You'll have interesting stories about working with the dead for the rest of your life though eh?" The captain said jokingly getting a laugh from both the human spy and the other elves nearby
"Definitely not how I thought this war would go" Another elf said
"Having the literal living dead around is beyond weird right?" The shapeshifted human asked genuinely curious for their perspective
"Course it is especially if it's anyone we knew plus I mean most of them don't even speak which just adds this whole weird unease about them but Monarch Isaile wouldn't ally with the necromancer so lightly and they've got a sizable army of the dead plus a god at their back. They might be weird but if it ends the war sooner? Well I'd like to get home to my family sooner rather than later" The elven captain said
"Agreed" The human spy said almost solemnly though he hid it as best he could
The unknown human spy continues casually talking with the elves around the fire as several other elves and even undead pass by until they all notice Yorun teleport into the camp any conversations pertaining to him cease. Yorun can more than tell those conversations were taking place but hardly cares, he heads over to the command tent getting close to the campfire area while the human spy continues to talk in now hushed tones yet as Yorun continues to get closer a small overlaying voice begins to whisper barely noticeable into the ear of the human spy. Yorun stops and looks around sensing unnatural presence before his gaze zeroes in on the shapeshifted human, Yoruns eyes narrow and he walks over quickly making the scythe appear in his hands with the end of it hooking around the spy's neck with the elves all immediately getting up confused and reaching for their own weapons
"Who. Are. You?" Yorun asked with a tone intimidating enough to make the nearest elves sweat in fear
"No one important. Just a messenger" The spy said as he shifted back to normal to the elves shock
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"And your message?" Yorun asked
"Efficient battles for a farmer" The spy said making Yorun's eyebrow raise
As Yoruns mind processes the words he feels that same unnatural presence across the siege camps and lines but while his eyes momentarily wander to the nearest other instance of that presence he senses suddenly the magic of the spy in front of him flare up before a glowing handprint appears on the spy's forehead yet the glowing continues to get brighter, Yorun reacts quickly and pulls the scythe back hard cutting through the neck of the spy immediately cutting off the magic and soul related to the handprint. Yorun does not even get a moment to think about what could have happened as several dozen explosions ring out both near and far across the siege lines and camps, he feels many undead connections disappearing within those seconds as the explosions hit his ears while sensing many thousands of deaths of elves. Yorun looks around seeing the multiple plumes of smoke rising into the air yet just as he thinks it is over the divine barrier of the fortress glows before shattering, the defenders of the fortress immediately begin to use their magics and ranged weaponry to attack the besieging forces who are suddenly on the backfoot.
"EVERYONE QUICKLY BEHIND THE WALLS!" Several people shout as mages quickly reconstruct walls
Those unable to react in time either due to shock or being slower undead soon enough have holes blown through them or filled with enough arrows to force them to the ground to die. Yorun lights the scythe up with black flames and speeds towards the fortress then cuts into the remaining barriers as he forces open the portal to Kragrum in the sky once more with the one handed undead general slamming its remaining hand down onto the barriers. The ground shakes as the attacks are carried out even more so as the drill armed golems from the revitalised elves and undead with the golem launchers begin firing at the barriers, much to the defenders horror the barriers shatter one after another over the next several hours. Once the final barrier has shattered the undead and the elves move fast as they use physical force to break down the gates while those with magic fly up the walls, Yorun takes the latter approach as he begins to slaughter his way through the enemy forces just as he has done several times in the past yet as it goes on before he can react he is crashing through the other side of one of the fortress' walls while it rattles his brain inside his skull the force of it is not nearly as strong as back when he was blasted by the sun, he gets up feeling pain in his arm which h looks at seeming its broken he quickly starts healing it then looks back towards the direction he was hit from and sees nothing.
"The hell?" Yorun asked himself as he looks around yet he then feels burning
Yorun looks towards his shoulder and sees some glowing at the centre of the pauldron getting brighter and hotter, Yorun immediately uses his magic to strip the armour away and sends it into the sky where it blows apart with enough force to tear several buildings apart. Yorun quickly conjures a shield to protect that arm now as he scans around the area looking for the one who hit him and yet still nothing and no further attack comes even as the battle winds down where Sunhale and Golanier walk over to him.
"The hell happened to you, some people reported that you got blasted through one of the walls so come on what happened?" Sunhale asked concerned
"And better question, the armour has some missing pieces, that related?" Golanier asked
"I was fighting then got blasted through the wall, turned back and saw no sign of my attacker and then where I got hit started to burn, not because of the broken arm either. The armour blew apart leaving nothing in it's wake luckily I noticed in time to get rid of the damn thing before it took me with it" Yorun said
"So, how much are we betting that was Hykalin?" Sunhale asked
They all knew the answer and even with the victory it didn't feel like one, months of siegecraft only won due to the enemy's schemes of which they knew are not over nor do they even thing the current consequences are all known. All the while Hykalin has returned to his own command camp pleased with the results of the strike now that he knows he can strip the seemingly fool proof dragon armour of Raeknars Chosen away leaving the man beneath exposed...
