Transmigrated to Game World with SSS Wife-Chapter 67: Refuge

[532 years ago]

[3 hours after Oblivion first descended]

[Elise's PoV]

Blood flooded the streets to the point it was more abundant than even water. Its vibrant, crimson red painted everything:

The walls, the ground, even the people.

Blood flowed like a river. This river of blood crashed through the city, swallowing buildings and survivors alike.

Like any river, civilization gathered around its bed—where they found their final resting place.

At the mouth of the river of blood was a rock—a large rock, one that towered over all the other buildings in the city. This rock wasn't made of stone but rather bones. And flesh, and screams.

Wails of the terrified mixed with the rushing river of blood to create a loud cacophony of agony.

There was no place to escape, no room for recourse. If blood flowed like a river, then how could tears hope to stop anything? All they did was create a bigger flood.

Still, none of this stopped Elise.

It didn't stop her from running through the streets, holding little Terra close to her chest and acting like a final shield. All around her death flew, ugly little creatures held up by ugly little wings.

Their sharp talons cut through other people like it was nothing. Screams tore through the air so loud that they even smothered Terra's wails.

'Good.' Elise thought as she held her sister even tighter. Maybe old Susie's screams would let them live.

Doing her best to push aside the times Susie would bake them cookies, Elise focused her mind on the labyrinth of a city.

Right.

Left.

Straight.

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Right.

Only one thing mattered now—not Susie, not any of her other friends. Elise held back tears as the horrible sight of her mutilated parents entered her mind. Terra was not going to suffer the same fate.

Not as long as Elise disregarded her old life, an elf's promise.

'Life is precious—but only those that I hold dear.' Elise told herself, doing her best to ignore her subconscious as it scolded her.

From a young age, any elf was taught to cherish life. For their race, their highly esteemed race, this quality was as intrinsic as breathing.

Elves would not even eat meat, and when they harvested crops the very first thing they did was plant new seeds. Once that was done, then they could eat.

For an elf to put aside the beauty of life was blasphemy. Even worse, if an elf decided that one life was unequivocally more important to them than another...

Well, no word could define what was impossible.

Because that's what that would be—impossible.

How could any elf put one life above another? That was like asking a human not to enforce any superiority they could find.

Yet somehow that's what Elise was doing. And because of that, the gem in her chest began dimming ever so slightly. The only thing that allowed it to continue glowing was her sister's own gem.

If that were to go out... nothing but darkness would remain.

...

After a few hours of running, Elise finally found her target:

Ikar's mansion.

He was a powerful mage, one known to be able to make many unbreakable enchantments. If there was anyone close to the city that could offer any kind of haven, it would be him.

The only problem was that thousands had the same idea. To make matters even worse, most of them were far faster and stronger than her.

She was in the back of the line and far too weak to push anyone aside.

Narrowing her eyes, she vowed to try anyway.

Holding her sniveling sister tight to her chest, Elise began to make her way through the crowd. A few parted ways out of instinct, but very soon she was met with a wall.

The wall turned with a snarl, revealing itself to be a giant orc even by orcish standards. He was at least 11 feet tall, so tall that his fists were level with Elise's head.

Fearing a violent turn of events, Elise turned to put her body between him and Terra as she whispered, "Survive! For me, survive you hear me!"

This plea did not affect the orc at all. Driven purely by fear, Elise pushed Terra back as the orc picked her up by her head.

Her vision turned black as the pressure squeezed. Out of her limited vision, all she could see was her sister crying as the crowd ignored her, far too interested in their own lives.

They didn't treat Elise any better. Maybe there were a few surprised gasps in the crowd, a few "Oh my god! Is he... killing her?!"

If there were, what did they do? As the last bit of pressure closed around her, as they barely sidestepped her young sister who had learned to walk not long ago, Elise knew that life had abandoned its most devout worshippers.

All her life, elves were taught the value of life.

Nobody else was.

Not demons.

Not humans, dwarves, orcs, or the inbred vakir—in other words, the demons who wear costumes.

If they were taught the value of life, she wouldn't be dying right now. Her sister wouldn't be lost in the crowd, sniffling and barely holding on to life.

They would band together, understanding the possibility that one or two of them would die.

Instead, they were selfish. They didn't care about her or her sister.

Elise merely sighed as the gem in her chest grew darker. Elves gained power from their gem, which was a physical indication of their attunement with life.

Terra's still shone brightly, but even it couldn't save Elise.

In her heart, nobody here deserved to live.

As if they heard this call, squires swooped in from the sky just seconds before the orc would have killed her.

In just a moment the orc was cut 5 times—slicing his head into 3 even parts while simultaneously cutting off both of his arms.

Elise dropped to the ground, and before she even hit it she jumped to Terra and covered her.

Screams of death and the sloshing of blood filled the air.

Even while right next to Terra, Elise could not smell any perfume or anything else she figured little girls wore nowadays.

All she smelled was iron.