CHAPTER 311: 308. CLASH OF THE TITANS (3)

The Sunwalkers’ camp was as still as monumental, hanging in the sky. Some of the people on the ground below couldn’t help but want to go there at least once before they went to war.

On that camp, Jude sat at the edge, gazing down on the humans below.

He couldn’t help but feel anxious about the whole event. It was true that they had a good amount of people and a wide range of deployable skills, but there was still an unexpected variable—the leader of the horde.

"What are you thinking about so deeply?" A feminine voice came from behind him.

Jude turned to see Kila walking towards him. Her long white hair danced with her every movement, her red eyes were beautiful, like ruby.

She was wearing a Sunwalkers’ uniform which fitted her body well, along with black boots.

But he didn’t care for the boots right now, the black pants hugged her figure like rubber, showing her curves.

He could tell just how soft her skin was from looking at her from this distance.

’You can’t have what you can’t have, I guess.’ Jude chuckled, looking back down.

"What’s funny?" Kila asked, sitting beside him.

"Nothing, I just remembered how you rudely rejected me one day." Jude shook his head.

"Ah, you’re still thinking about that? Well, get it over with, we’ll never be more than just friends, you’re like a baby." Kila chuckled, glancing at her black claws.

In that moment, she failed to notice the pain in Jude’s eyes, hearing that. He let out a deep breath, looking up.

"Come on, don’t be moody like that." Kila tugged at his jacket.

"Ah, Collins found a fun new place to visit after we’re done with the war and everything, we can go together." Kila sounded excited, looking at him with shiny eyes.

"Sure." Jude’s voice was neutral, looking at the horizon.

Kila rested her head on her fist, wondering what was wrong with him.

"Doesn’t the war bother you? You’ll probably break into fifth class during the battle." Jude asked, still looking forward.

’I don’t even want to be here.’ He thought.

Changing the topic would be another reason for him to settle the wild emotions he was feeling right now.

He didn’t know if Kila was naive, or she was pretending that it was alright to insult him outright. Or she thought so little of him that she said all that to his face.

"Yeah, I’m not worried. Dexter would probably unlock some new power in the middle of nowhere and we’ll win." Kila said, swinging her legs over the edge of the camp.

"He’s really amazing, huh?" Jude asked, smiling warmly.

His brother was a role model to so many, the things he had achieved within the apocalypse and also before it too were outstanding.

He was sure that if not for anyone, because of Dexter, their family would’ve probably become rich.

That’s just the kind of person he is. He cares for those around him.

Hearing Kila talk about it even more made him really see just how amazing his brother was.

Saving her, converting who she was sired to. Turning an entire camp into vampires, the blood moon, and everything in between.

It wasn’t strange that they called him an unnatural creature.

’It’s not working.’ Jude let out a sigh. He wished that Kila would just stop talking already.

The sharp whistle of blades cutting through the air reached their ears, breaking Jude’s heavy thoughts. He turned, spotting Dexter and a man holding a spear flying toward the camp.

Then, the ground below began to tremble. Dust scattered as a shadow loomed, stretching over the walls of the camp. A massive skeletal serpent crawled into view, its bones grinding and scraping against each other. Hollow sockets burned faintly with an eerie green light as it slithered over the wall, its body impossibly long, ribcage arching like the remains of an ancient god brought to life.

The people nearby froze, instinctively stepping back. Whispers spread through the crowd. Some looked on in awe, others in fear, hands tightening around their weapons. The serpent let out a rattling hiss, its jaw opening with a creak like rusted iron.

From its back, Henry leapt down, landing with a soft thud.

Jude couldn’t help but smile at the sight and shifted into motion, dropping from the camp with reckless ease. He landed with a loud thud that drew startled glances, dust puffing around his boots.

But before he could say a word, Henry was already in front of him, seizing him by the collar.

"You bastard!" Henry snarled, his eyes sharp. "You fell in love without my knowledge?!"

Henry asked, holding him by the collar.

"Ah, Dexter told you?" Jude chuckled, raising his hands up in surrender.

"Yeah, and guess what else he said to me. He asked me if I’m gay, saying that, eh... you got a woman before me..."

"Ha. Hahahaha..." Jude laughed at Henry’s words, looking at the young man.

The people that were walking towards them because of the skeletal serpent saw Jude laughing at Henry and they began to walk closer.

"Alright, that’s enough from you." Henry gritted his teeth, turning into a small black orb before floating towards the Sunwalkers’ camp.

Jude, on the other hand, was exhilarated. That was one of the rare times he laughed wholeheartedly.

He shook his head, walking into the crowd of people.

...

An hour later, the war horns were blown.

The sound cut through the air like thunder, deep and resonant, rattling chests and shaking hearts. For a heartbeat, the entire camp stilled. Soldiers, knights, mages, and vampires alike turned toward the sound, their chatter dying as silence fell heavy across the ground.

Then, movement erupted. Boots struck the earth in unison, a steady rhythm that made the ground quake. Armor clinked, banners snapped in the wind, and weapons gleamed under the dim light as thousands began their march.

The air was thick with the smell of steel, leather, sweat, and smoke from last-minute forges. Some soldiers muttered prayers under their breath; others laughed too loudly, masking their fear. The younger ones carried wide eyes, while veterans wore grim, hardened expressions.

Above, the Sunwalker camp shifted like a great shadow in the sky, its presence a reminder of the scale of the coming war.

Dexter drove alongside Rameses, their vehicle kicking up trails of dust as they sped along the road toward the coast. Rameses gripped the wheel with white knuckles, his eyes hard.

The SUV they carried was a recently remade one engineered in the camp. It functioned just like a normal car would. And Dexter couldn’t be more impressed.

At least earth wasn’t going to be forgotten.

"Us winning this, It should work," he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. "Hex managed over five hundred Xylemite bullets, enough to bring down even the strongest of them. If we stick to the plan, we can make this work."

Tracy soon joined them on the road, her wolf pack padding silently beside her. Their eyes glowed faintly in the dusk, a living tide of fur and fangs. Tarzon and Trisha rode close behind, their pack members snarling as though they too sensed the blood that was about to be spilled.

And in the midst of it all, Lily sat quietly on Dexter’s lap, her small hands balled into fists. Her gaze locked onto the blonde woman striding proudly ahead—clad in nothing but animal skins that barely contained her curves. The woman’s smirk lingered like a blade against Lily’s pride, silent mockery burning hotter than fire.

Dexter didn’t notice. His eyes were fixed on the horizon, on the coming battle.

But Lily did.