Magus Bloodlines.-Chapter 63: Xenon Hears the command.

As Xenon fell to the ground, he used his earth magic to raise a stone pillar towards the ceiling and covered the hole he escaped through. "Sorry Malachai, hopefully you can escape that area alright," Xenon called into his coms unit.

"Don't worry sir, we will continue the mission," Malachai reported back as Xenon heard gunfire on the other end followed by more screams. It seemed they were still trying to fight back against that red wolf. Xenon doubted that would end well for Malachai and the others up there.

Xenon gritted his teeth. The emergence of that wolf made his plans go awry. He had hoped to flush out the wolf when they joined up with the other part of his forces that were attacking from another entrance, then working together pincer the wolf and take him down. But Xenon didn't anticipate that red wolf coming so early to the front lines. "Damn, damn, damn!" Xenon cursed out in frustration.

His carefully laid plans had so easily been interrupted by that single wolf. Xenon let out a frustrated sigh. Oh well, it doesn't matter. They already had a high body count of victims today. Xenon pulled his pistols from their holsters as he was determined to meet back up with his forces and finally put that wolf down. He went through the hallways, expecting to run into more students, or members of Allario staff. But the hallway underneath the Grand Arena appeared to be mostly empty. There weren't even any traces of battle yet this far down.

It took him a while to find a staircase leading its way back upstairs. He crept, silent as the shadows as he appeared around corners and up the stairs. He was ready, waiting for a chance to snuff out a life of these weak, pathetic Magi and shifters. Most would be upset by the loss of innocent human life. Not Xenon. He didn't care who died, his mission was to kill the shifters, and if others got in the way, so be it.

As he left the staircase he looked out and saw a hallway of bodies that littered the floor. It appeared one of his teams had already cleared this area. He walked through the dead bodies, noticing that none of his men were among the dead. That thought made him smile. But he was willing to lose every member of the army if it meant achieving his goal and vengeance.

He slowly and steadily walked through the bodies on the ground, the blood making the floor slick and his movements slow to keep his footing. Screams of fear and confused came from somewhere ahead before the sounds of gunfire cut them off abruptly.

Xenon was pleased as he came through the hallway to a large waiting hall. It appeared that two teams of his men had arrived in this area and cornered a bunch of students that were huddled against a wall before they were executed. "What's your report?" he called out to the squad leader.

The man hurried over and saluted Xenon. "Sir, we have cleared out the few remaining sections. Plenty of victims, shifters and non-shifters are now gone for good measure," the seasoned man said. They had made good progress clearing the school so far. They suffered only minimal casualties on their end as they ended life after life, indiscriminately.

The rest of the team checked their firearms and reloaded as needed as Xenon looked over the group. "Good, we need to return to the upper floors and hunt down the Red wolf. He is the primary target," Xenon declared as he pulled up the digital blueprint he had acquired of the Grand Arena.

Suddenly, before the group moved out, a loud deep voice rumbled through all their ears. It was so loud and powerful it sent shivers down their spines and some of the soldiers even dropped to their knees out of terror. Bright red magical circles appeared underneath all of the dead bodies in the area. Xenon looked around, concern etched in his eyes as he took note of the growing power he could sense.

Wild, chaotic visible swirls of dark red mana erupted around all the fallen bodies in the hallway. The power seemed to grow exponentially in response to the chaotic vortexes of energy around each body. A wild, powerful wind came from nowhere, blowing through the Grand Arena itself. It moved furniture, buffeted every single person standing, and made pure chaos out of an already chaotic situation.

Both sides looked around, unsure what was causing it or how to stop it. No one even knew what was happening as the bright red circles appeared underneath every single body that was killed and on the ground. Xenon cursed as he lifted his arm to cover his eyes, trying to block some of the wind and watch what was going on around them.

"Everyone, may I have your attention?" the voice echoed through their minds and the building itself. Everything shook, the walls, floor and furniture shook from the overwhelming amount of power being used. "I have a few things to say before the hunt begins. To the members of the True Lord's Army, I welcome you." The voice called out and Xenon felt a flicker of fear creep into his heart. Who was the caster of this magic, who had the strength at this academy and the confidence to speak to everyone all at once?

"You made a serious miscalculation coming to this academy and starting this war. So many lives have been forever altered by the horror and travesty committed here today. Listen to my words and know your death warrant has been signed and decreed. Run, hide, fight or lay down your arms. It matters not. I will find you. My army will find you. You have attacked my territory, and as the last clan leader of the Lykos Pack, I will hunt all you down and bathe in your entrails. The real fight, begins now," then like that the voice cut off, ending their spell.

Xenon let out a cruel and sadistic laugh in the face of such a threat. So this fool thought he could cause them fear and to wet their pants like simple children over a threat? Xenon was looking forward to finding this particular idiot and teaching him the error of his words.

Before Xenon could issue the next command, he learned what that mysterious voice meant by his army. The bodies of the dead groaned and rose to their feet. Their hollow eyes now focused and determined as they turned on the forces Xenon had with him. They began to throw powerful magic spells and grabbed any fallen bar, or piece of furniture, anything to be used as a weapon. His men, trained and disciplined to handle the worst outcome war could offer, held true to their training and formed up in a phalanx formation.

They begin to counter their spells and provide defensive measures while others fired back, their rifles echoing through the hallways. Their shots landed easily enough on the undead. Xenon figured that would be all that was needed.

He was horrified to find out the undead did not die a second time so easily. Even with bodies littered with bullets or burned beyond recognition kept moving forward. Non-stopping. The bodies marching forward with determination in their eyes as they begin to swing the makeshift weapons in their hands. This scene alone froze Xenon's heart. He was used to war, used to bloodshed, violence and death. The thing he wasn't used to? Fighting undead that wouldn't stay down.

He issued the command to retreat for now, he would find more of his men, join up and together would find a way to put the undead army down for good. This war was just beginning.