64.3. The Battle of Prague - Part 3

I hurry to Liana who's panting and isn't able to get up. Soren is trying to channel more of his mana to her but channelling is no mana transplant, it's only a temporary boost for a forming spell—it can't be used to replenish the mana inside one's body.

"Soren, get her to our skyscraper, make her eat something and lie down," I order him. "If she objects, I give you the authority to see to it she rests."

"Aefener, I...," Liana gasps for breath.

"You did really well," I praise her. "I'm proud. Now go, your part is over."

As expected, Liana wants to protest but Soren hears no objections and heads for the skyscraper. That's one person taken care of, dozens more to go. Fortunately, the Earthborn are starting to flood the place from all directions. They were just waiting for the monsters to be gone. The Earthborn are no cowards but their powers are very peculiar and not fit for the front lines.

We land right in the middle and start helping immediately. The priority is to help those whose injuries are life-threatening or too painful to bear. It's not hard for me to find the first person to help. The pain I'm perceiving is so insane that it can mean only one thing—we have a Celestial with an injured wing.

I run towards the source, dragging Gotrid with me. My guards follow without objections because they suspect it's connected to my telepathy. In a narrow opening between two historical buildings, I find three Celestials in hiding. Two of them look okay but the person they rescued isn't.

"Y-Your Majesty!" they are relieved to see me and instantly calm down as if I'm the guarantee everything's going to be okay.

I shudder when I look at the Celestial woman they're holding. Her left wing is clearly broken, it's lying in an unnatural position. Just seeing it gives me goosebumps, not to mention I can feel her agony.

"I... I... I'm... so s-sorry... Your Majesty... I... I panicked and got h-hit...," she's stammering over tears.

"Shh, that's okay, Gwyn," I hug her and pull her name out of her mind. "You'll make a full recovery and fly again, I'll see to it personally. But I need to straighten your wing first," I say as softly as I can. "It'll be hellishly painful but it needs to be done."

"U-understood," she replies bravely and catches me around my back in desperation.

I take a deep breath because it won't be exactly pleasant for me either, then I activate telekinesis and straighter the bone in her wing with one snap. While it causes only mild nausea for me, poor Gwyn screams and faints. But it's done, the worst part is over.

I cast a level 15 healing spell and it actually works much better on a Celestial than any other race because her mana circuit is cooperating. I keep hugging her for several minutes, showering her wing with warm healing energy until it loses its immediate effect so I seal the spell and leave the rest up to her own body.

"She'll need a special fixation for the wing," I say when I'm finished and gently kiss Gwyn on her forehead. "I mended what I could but her wing will need much more time to heal."

"Your Majesty...," the two Celestials who carried her to safety are looking at me with almost religious awe. They're both Americans, newcomers just like her. Friends maybe? I bet they didn't expect a battle would be waiting for them the moment they reached Prague.

"She's stabilised, transport her to our skyscraper," I order them. "Use GPS on your phones and when you get there, ask for Julia and Noage. Julia is human but I trust her completely. You'll listen to what she says."

"As you command," they bow and with extreme caution lift off their friend and cast a levitation platform for her.

We return to the main street and I notice a handful of impatient Dragonkin already scavenging the monsters. I have to turn around when three of them tear off one of tripoderra's legs. Unbelievable, there're still people suffering all around them but they're rather focusing on the loot?! Our racial tendencies are manifesting more and more.

"Your Majesty!" Luviael lands in front of me. "Your orders?"

"What do you think? We're not leaving until everyone is in hospital," I snap at her because all that suffering makes me anxious and she has to ask something so obvious. "Cooperate with the Earthborn and clear out the debris using telekinesis if the Dragonkin aren't helping."

"As you command," she bows, spreads the wings again and goes to organise our forces.

"You're disappointed, my love," Gotrid clutches my hand and is saddened.

"I am," I admit. "I'm disappointed that the only people genuinely interested in helping the injured humans are the Earthborn. Clawfangs came just for the battle and are dispersing as we speak, the Dragonkin are after the loot and Celestials are helping only because I order them so."

"Not everyone," Gotrid points at several Dragonkin who actually are lifting off the debris. "Our racial tendencies are very strong and it's hard to resist them but we're individuals."

Paramedics start arriving and so do firefighters and the police. They're shy around Draconians at first but a common goal quickly unites us and we work next to each other without significant problems. Surprisingly, Bauerova shows up as well. That lady has style, not like Delgado who didn't bother.

"Your Majesty, you took care of it personally," she's grateful beyond compare.

"Of course, this is my home," I emphasise. "I don't want to be overly optimistic before the damage control has finished but I think nobody died."

"That would be miraculous," Bauerova sighs out in relief.

"We have a lot of injured, though," I note. "Can you persuade the paramedics to cooperate with the Earthborn and let them into hospitals? Modern medicine is amazing, I had no doubts about that, but the Earthborn can help a ton."

"I'll take care of it," the Prime Minister nods and runs off to discuss the matter with the rescue forces.

"She's a priceless ally," Gotrid comments.

"She is," I agree. "If only more human politicians were like her."

We're helping for another hour until the situation gets under control.

"Your Majesty, if think we're pretty much done here," Miruel announces. "The Earthborn took over healing the injured completely, we checked thoroughly that there's no one trapped under the debris and the fire brigade will clean up the rest. I'm sure we don't want to be here when the Dragonkin make their way to the flesh of those monsters."

"We certainly don't," I second that and don't dare to look their way.

I devote a minute to make sure I really don't feel anyone suffering and being overlooked before I allow my subjects to return. I see the full extent of damage those monsters did when we get higher. Two historical streets are ruined, I hope the EU will send money to restore everything to its original shape.

Is this our new everyday reality? Gotrid speaks in his mind. Monsters randomly popping up and destroying everything in their stride?

They must be appearing out of somewhere, I point out. Maybe we can find a way how to seal those rifts.

And possibly explore where they lead? he suggests carefully.

That idea certainly crossed my mind before. These monsters aren't just materialising, their minds are primitive but I can feel they are aged. They must have grown somewhere to reach their monstrous sizes. In a different dimension perhaps? A dimension similar to the world of Draconia Online?

We reach the skyscraper and I half-expect Liana to be waiting for us, pissed that I sent her away. But I feel she's actually asleep, the spell was way beyond her current skills and exhausted her completely. There's still someone eagerly awaiting my return, though.

"Ryuu!" Erik almost crushes me. "You're not injured?"

"I'm fine," I assure him and we spend a few long moments kissing feverishly.

"I did my best in your absence," he says proudly. "I talked to Bennett and took care of several things you don't have to address anymore."

"Thanks, I know I can rely on you," I caress his face and smile. I'm so glad to see him again. "I think there weren't any casualties, we arrived early."

"That's wonderful news, love," Erik is overjoyed. "To be honest, my parents were really scared when they called me. Their apartment is near Vinohrady."

"It is?" I'm shocked just thinking that Erik's parents might have been in danger as well. "Won't they reconsider now? We could move them into the skyscraper."

"Nah, they would hate that," he shakes his head. "I proposed it to them many times and their answer is always the same. They still didn't come to terms with us hiring them bodyguards but they at least tolerate that much. Well, they have to."

"So I imagine they won't be happy if I assign them two Celestials," I bite my lip. "After what happened with my Grandma, I won't take any chances."

"I actually wanted to ask that of you," he's relieved we're on the same page. "The agency guarding my parents is the best on the market but I'll feel more at ease with magic casters."

"Luvi, can you take care of things here? I'd like to visit the infirmary to make sure our wounded are okay," I turn to my adjutant.

I feel that something's wrong the moment Luviael's emotional state changes for the worse and her excitement from our victory is overshadowed by a new fear. She's staring at the screen where we usually take the most important conference calls.

"I'm afraid that will have to wait," she gulps. "You have the Japanese Prime Minister on the phone. Tokyo is under attack."