Chapter 56 Eldham Border 2

Chapter 56 Eldham Border 2
“Just do as you have been ordered to,” Xanth spoke, walking up to both of them. The commander turned so that he now stood in front of them both. Xanth looked at Ryder briefly, he understood what he wanted to do, they needed to cross into Rocheveron and Ryder would not be entertaining any delay. He faced the commander. “Withdraw the soldiers and Lord Ryder would take care of the rest.”
The commander bowed in obedience and went away to carry out the order he had been given.
“Where is she?” Ryder asked Xanth knew who he was asking after and he breathed out, clasping his hands together behind him and looking out.
“Safe.” He paused then continued. “In my tent.”
Ryder looked at him with a frown. Xanth smiled. “She didn’t want to stay in the same tent as Iris.”
“Right.” He sighed. “I will need you to go back and stay with her, I will handle this mess myself.”
“Of course.” Xanth bowed and walked away. Ryder stiffened and walked towards the front line as the soldiers were retreating.
The sky was dark as the day was fading away, and then slowly the weather began to change. The wind picked up gradually but there were no rain clouds in the sky. The Astaroth soldiers who saw their Lord Ryder walking towards the front line as they retreated knew what was about to go down and they increased their pace, not wanting to get caught up in the storm that was about to be dropped on the Rocheveron army.
Ryder walked head-on, his hands by his side and his palm spread out. Dark mist streaked out from the middle of his palm and his fingers. His eyes had darkened, swallowed up by the blackness that overwhelmed them. He didn’t attack in anger but in impatience, still, he didn’t just storm into the Rocheveron camp, he took his time, building up the storm as he walked on and giving the soldiers of the Astaroth army ample time to get out of his way.
The dust was flying wildly now and the soldiers yelled out to each other as they ran back towards the camp. It was getting more difficult to see past the dust in the air but Ryder could see just fine as he was the wielder of the storm, the creator. He had birthed it and he would make it the destroyer of the army that had dared to stand against his empire.
When he was sure that his soldiers had all retreated far back away from the front line and that he was well away from the camp, he began. He clapped his hands together once, drawing a sound as loud as thunder ringing through the place. The storm raged around him and he was sure to channel the destruction everywhere but behind him where his camp was.
The dark smoky mist escaped his body now, taking shape like silent shadows and flashing past him straight ahead. They sipped out from his body quickly; one, two, ten, fifty, each one spreading out in different directions in front of him and into the Rocheveron’s army camp. The sounds that followed were satisfying to his ears, he smirked, welcoming the screams of terror and death.
He would cross into Rocheveron before the day was over.
              
“Sire!” A soldier ran into the tent, taking off his helmet as he stood in front of the commander of the Rocheveron army. “We have word that Lord Ryder has reached the border, Sire.”
He turned to face the soldier and placed the book he was reading down on the table beside him on the left. “Lord Ryder? Did he come here himself? Hmm…” He scoffed. “Well, isn’t that great?”
“And sire? He plans on crossing the Eldham border into Rocheveron.”
“Crossing into Rocheveron?! With his army?!” He fumed. “I would love to see him try to get past my army!”
“Sire,” The soldier bowed lower, his voice shaking. “He leads no army, but comes towards the camp alone.”
Dimian roared in laughter. “He really thinks he is invincible, doesn’t he? Then let him come if he dares. Ready my armor, I will meet him halfway.”
“Well, that’s the thing, sire...” The soldier continued, looking as frightened as anything, his skin turning pale and his face washed off of any and every color.
Dimian looked away from him, noticing that the wind had picked up and was howling, his tent shook violently like it would soon be ripped off the pins holding them down securely, but that was not the only sound that reached his ears. Screams, men screaming in terror and fear. His men. He walked past the soldier and out of the tent and the sight that met his eyes weakened his morale.
The soldier followed him out of the tent and came to stand beside the commander, shielding his face from the debris and dust flying wildly around, then in a louder voice, so Dimian could hear him, he said. “He is already crossing.”