Infinite Paths: The Raging Phoenix

Hugo convinced Roan to leave; he had a point, after all. It was impossible to regroup in chaos. Their brother had planned things for a while and was not alone…

As the group continued their journey, they couldn't help but notice the distant bursts of magic lighting up the sky. Gigantic Fireballs, multiple lightning bolts, and ice spears raining upon the walls… The powerful spells soared through the air, leaving trails of brilliance in their wake. With each explosive impact, the ground quivered beneath their feet, a constant reminder of the overwhelming might being unleashed.

The sight of these colossal spells being hurled into the distance filled the group with a mix of awe and urgency. They could sense the raw power emanating from those distant blasts, and it ignited a yearning within them to hasten their pace. The urgency grew as they realized the significance of what was unfolding before their eyes.

"You are fairly good at earth magic despite being a brat," Hugo said while looking at Rain and then gave him a potion. "Use this. Take small sips at a time. It is a spiritual potion of the highest rank. I received this from my parents to give to my son, but you will help us with this. Create an earth platform to carry everyone with it. We will dash ahead, and your pace won't help."

Rain nodded and created the earth platform. After his grandparents were put on it, Rain, his mother, and his sisters jumped on it. A lot of mana was being used, but a single sip of the potion restored his mana.

"Let's go; we don't have time to stop; we will rush ahead and cut everything in our path," Hugo declared.

"Understood," Roan nodded.

The two brothers dashed ahead to the east side of the city, and Rain made the earth platform follow them. Even while carrying heavy swords, they still could easily run at sixty kilometers per hour.

Soon, the group arrived on the main road, and they saw a bunch of riders and armored soldiers hunting and cutting down anyone that had weapons in their hands. When they saw Hugo and Roan, they raised their weapons and swung them at those two, but before they could finish their swings, those two were already behind, and soon the enemies began to gush blood from their throats.

Hugo clicked his tongue when he saw a bunch of riders blocking their path and readied himself to use his secret technique. Still, then some earth orbs flew at supersonic speeds and hit the heads of the horses. The animals soon fell to the ground, leaving the riders semi-unprotected. Once again, they were defeated swiftly by the two brothers.

The group rushed forward, their footsteps pounding the ground as they desperately raced towards the exit. They were filled with a mix of fear and determination, their hearts pounding in their chests. The thought of escape fueled their every step, urging them to move faster, to leave the danger behind.

But their hopes were shattered as a barrage of blood spears came hurtling towards them. Panic swept through their ranks as they realized the blood mages had cunningly blocked their path, trapping them within their deadly assault. The air was filled with a sense of impending doom as the sharp, crimson-tipped projectiles closed in.

In the face of this dire situation, Rain sprang into action. Drawing upon his mastery of earth magic, he swiftly summoned a series of protective shields around his father, uncle, and the rest of his family. These solid barriers emerged from the ground like towering walls of protection, shielding them from the onslaught of blood spears.

The protection didn't take long before they began to crack, but soon they found the enemies ahead. It was a group of suspicious-looking people. The blood mages stood before the group, dressed in long, dark robes that flowed around them like a river of shadows. Their attire was stained with patches of deep red as if soaked in the essence of blood itself.

The mages' robes hung loosely, concealing much of their figures and giving them an air of mystery and danger. The fabric moved with a sinister grace as if dancing to an unseen rhythm, adding to the eerie atmosphere that surrounded them.

Intricate designs adorned their robes, woven with threads of crimson and black, symbolizing their allegiance to the dark arts. The patterns seemed to writhe and twist, like serpents coiled in anticipation of striking.

Their hoods were pulled low, casting their faces into deep shadows. Only glimpses of their pale, cold skin and piercing eyes were visible, reflecting the malevolent power they possessed. The faint light revealed twisted expressions filled with malice and a hunger for control.

With determination etched on his face, Rain focused his energy, infusing the shields with his will. They became not just a means of defense but also weapons of retaliation. Empowered by his resolve, he commanded the shields to surge forward, crashing into the blood mages with a forceful impact.

The shields, now transformed into formidable walls of crushing might, plowed through the ranks of their assailants. The ground trembled beneath the weight of their assault as the blood mages' defenses crumbled before the unstoppable force. The sound of shattering shields and cries of defeat filled the air, momentarily disrupting the chaos of battle.