Cameraman Never Dies-Chapter 174: So... Who’s Actually Paying for All This Damage?

The battlefield was a total mess. Solis barely had time to think as the darkness from the dome encroached over them, swallowing up the sunset like it had been waiting all day for this moment. The Captains stood there like they owned the place, their eager expressions betrayed the calm air they tried hard to keep.

Solis’s grip on his spear tightened. "Celeste!" he called out, his voice cutting through the noise of clashing steel and shouts. "That dome is bad news. We’ve gotta stop it from closing in!"

Celeste turned toward him, her bronze eyes blazing— but confused as to where her opponent went. But she looked just as intense as always, her glaive’s blade stopped its flames and started to radiate intense light. "Got it, Dad," she said firmly. She glanced at the other two Luminarii nearby.

"You two," Her tone was not a command in any aspect, but it felt like one. "With me. We’re hitting the left side of that thing!"

The Luminarii didn’t even hesitate, they were equal when it came to ranks, and she had no right to issue command to them— but this was not time to argue.

They moved fast, like they’d practiced for this a million times (They actually did). Celeste dashed toward the dome, her glaive carving through the air with the blade leaving trails of golden light. The other two followed her lead, the catalyst on their spears started to light up intensely as they started to build up their next move.

But the Captains weren’t just going to stand there and watch. Edgar, the one who’d been running his mouth earlier, raised a hand, and shadows erupted from the ground like snakes, lashing toward the Luminarii. "You think we’d make it that easy?" he taunted, his grin was wide with sharp edges.

Solis jumped in, spinning his spear to block the attack before it could hit Celeste. The light from his weapon clashed with the shadows, scattering them like smoke. "Focus on the dome!" he yelled. "I’ll handle these fools!"

"Handle us?" Edgar sneered, stepping closer. "Big words for a bird about to lose his wings."

"Less talking, more fighting," Solis shot back. "Come at me at once if you have the guts."

"Are you sure? You might come to regret those words later." The deep-voiced vampire said as he raised his hand.

A red orb formed and shot a beam toward Solis at an intense speed which he barely had the time to react to. But he spun his spear with infused ether for durability— and deflected the red beam, but the recoil was enough for him to flinch.

He rushed forward toward the deep-voiced captain, but he vanished— forcing Solis to change his target.

He thrust his spear forward, and a burst of light exploded from its tip, forcing Edgar to back off. But before Solis could press the attack, another Captain—a woman with long, flowing hair and a curved scythe— appeared in front of him, her scythe swinging toward his head.

Solis ducked, barely avoiding the blade, then twisted around to counter. His spear struck her weapon with a sharp clang, and the impact sent a jolt up his arm. She was strong— really strong. Her strikes came in quick, precise bursts, each one taking a toll on his body as he blocked the swift yet heavy barrage.

"What? You do not seem so full of yourself now." The woman asked in a mocking tone.

"Oh sorry," Solis smiled, "You were too weak for me to be full of myself."

She didn’t seem amused (Who would when it’s you being mocked). Her attacks sped up, each swing aimed precisely at the opening in his defense. Solis parried, dodged, and countered where he could, but it was clear she wasn’t playing around.

"Is this too weak?" Solis muttered under his breath, mostly to himself but with another motivation.

"Huh? Getting weak are we?" The woman was now fully amused.

Two other captains joined in on the fight. Pushing Solis back. Two other captains went to stop the Luminarii, but the most dangerous one was not to be seen anywhere— the deep-voiced one who looked like their captain.

Meanwhile, Celeste and her team were going all out on the dome. She leaped into the air, her glaive slashing in wide arcs that sent golden beams crashing against the dark barrier. The other two Luminarii followed suit, their strikes lighting up the battlefield as they tried to tear the dome apart.

One of the Captains, a tall man with a dark green scythe stepped into their path. "You won’t break it in time," he said, his voice seemed calm and assured. He swung his scythe in a wide arc, and a wave of shadow surged toward the trio.

Celeste didn’t flinch. She flipped forward, spinning like a whirlwind as her glaive’s light cut through the dark wave. "Keep hitting it!" she shouted to her team. "I’ll handle him!"

The Captain smirked. "Brave, but foolish," he said, lunging at her with a speed that made the air whistle.

Back with Solis, things weren’t looking great. The dome was nearly halfway closed now, and every second spent fighting felt like another nail in the coffin. Solis gritted his teeth, his wings flaring out as he shoved his spear forward in a desperate attempt to break through his opponent’s defenses. He managed to knock one back, but the effort left him open for just a second too long.

That was all Edgar needed. He appeared behind Solis, his scythe cutting through the air toward his back. Solis spun around just in time, blocking the blade with his spear, but the force of the hit sent him stumbling.

"You’re getting slow, Regent," Edgar said with a chuckle. "Maybe you’re not as legendary as the stories say."

Solis glared at him, light beginning to pulse around his spear. "Legendary enough to end this fight," he shot back, his voice filled with forced determination.

He raised his spear high, and the light around it exploded into a brilliant flash. The Captains recoiled, shielding their eyes as Solis launched into the air. The glow from his weapon grew brighter and brighter, until it felt like the whole battlefield was bathed in sunlight.

Solis took aim at the dome and threw his spear with all his strength. It shot forward like a comet, a streak of light tearing through the darkness as it headed straight for the dome’s center.

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The Captains’ eyes widened. "Stop!" Edgar roared dramatically, but his voice was not aimed at nothing— he was actually commanding the grim reaper behind him. A shadow crept over toward the flying spear, grabbing the end of its handle, but it was too late.

The spear struck the dome with a deafening crash, and the entire structure shuddered. Cracks spread across its surface like spiderwebs, and for a moment, it seemed like the whole thing might collapse.

But the dome held, just barely, and the cracks began to heal themselves. Solis’s heart sank. "No way…" he muttered, landing back on the ground. The Captains looked smug again, their confidence returning.

"You’re out of time," Edgar said, his grin returning. "The night belongs to us."

Solis clenched his fists, and the spear appeared back in his hand again. A smirk crept over his lips.

———

The morning sun slowly crept in as the drakonis family started to board their CloudStrider headed for the family house in Wistmere.

Judge was perched up in his grandfather’s hands, and Liam— against his extreme protests about being old enough to walk on his own— was being held by Seraphis. His face was enough to tell anyone that he was not in a good mood, but Seraphis was smiling.

"Grandpa?" He looked at the face behind a short trimmed pristine white beard. "Mom and Melina said we won’t go out of the house until we turned ten, but why were we let out of the house then?"

"Huh?" Gereon looked at Judge, amused, "You’re asking this now?"

"I was too excited to ask before, and now seems like the right time."

His grandfather laughed lightly as they got inside, "It was not just words, she really tried to not let all of you go out, but it is mandatory for a Drakonis boy to head out accompanied by two trained guards while they are four."

"Boys? So Amber didn’t go?"

"I mean She wanted to, but your mother won’t let her even after we all said her to let her."

"Why though?" He was even more confused, "Won’t it serve as a good experience at a young age?"

"That is the aim," Gereon walked into Judge’s room inside the ship. "But your mother had a bad experience with such an arrangement."

"Did she lose someone?"

"No she did not lose anyone, it’s not such a sad story," Gereon lowered Judge on his bed, "but I will tell you when we have time."

"Aww! You have work Grandpa?" Judge asked disappointingly, almost as if he was a four-year-old (Technically he is, but...), "Tell me a time then."

"A time huh," Gereon rubbed his beard, "How about before bed, I might be free at that time."

"It’s a promise okay."

"K’ay Judge." Gereon Smiled brightly and left the room.

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Night huh? Judge looked at the desk set up and the box with artifacts nearby.

"Solarae," He called his spirit after making sure there was no one nearby by using a quick ether search.