Transmigrated with my corruption system-Chapter 63: Symphony of Slaughter

"Wait... what is that?" Back inside the Greyson Residence, a figure muttered, his gaze lifting to look into the horizon.

"You hear that too?" another murmured, brows furrowing across his face.

"The sound of rumbling."

The longer they stared, the clearer the outline became. Until they could finally see it.

A looming shadow at first. But soon, it became fully apparent.

Rows of figures charging close together, they almost gave the illusion of a shadow. And they were charging straight to the Greyson residence.

A deafening silence descended as all were star-struck by the sight. Before anyone could form a coherent thought, the skies darkened for a moment. And when they finally realized, it was already too late to react.

Swathes of arrows filled the air as they descended with a whooshing sound, before striking true.

Instantly after, a commotion swept across the Greyson residence as the results of the first wave of attack came into sight.

Multiple of the figures that had been standing in clear range had been impaled through, while multiple others were gravely injured.

Screams filled the air as blood flowed freely into the ground, creating a gory sight.

Finally snapping out of their trance, one girl shrieked at the top of her voice,

"Everybody run for your lives!"

Before soon, chaos ensued as shrieks and screams filled the air.

"The clan is under attack!"

"Aaargh... I don’t want to die!"

"Look... it’s the Red Streaks clan! Those bastards... I won’t go out without a fight."

At the entrance of the Greyson residence, a woman came into sight, draped in a green robe engraved with the Red Streaks crest as an unhinged smile stretched across her face.

Blinking rapidly, she took in the sight before her. Before a soft moan parted from her lips. The scent of burning flesh... the screams... the chaos. They couldn’t help but make a shiver ran down her spine as warmth pooled between her thighs.

Far into the distance, she could hear the sound of clashing from the powerhouses. Unable to restrain herself, she lifted an arm, signaling the army behind her.

"Go out and slay everyone in your path... leave no one behind."

As her words echoed, the figures moved out, instantly executing her orders. Today, she would bathe in the blood of House Greyson.

As the thought rang at the back of her mind, her figure flickered, appearing before a battered guard of the Greyson residence.

As she slowly lifted him by the neck so he could hang freely in the air.

Watching him dangle helplessly, the smile on her face widened as she muttered soothingly, slowly draining the life from him.

"Resistance is futile."

Barely a moment after her words echoed,

her hands slowly lit up in a golden sheen, instantly engulfing the guard in a torrent of hot flames, eliciting heart-rending howls of pain until they finally died down.

Watching the figure now reduced to a pile of ashes, the crazed glint in her eyes flared wider as she finished,

"But where would all the fun be... without it."

Lifting her gaze, her eyes fell on all the running figures as she slowly walked forward.

Deeper within the Greyson residence, the figures of two girls came into sight.

One draped in a faint blue robe with striking blue eyes, the other in a white robe and large brown eyes.

Both almost equally distressed as all the others by the surprise attack, but a little more composed as they tried to remain calm through it all.

"Stay behind me... I’ll protect you," Lyra muttered as she stepped forward, one hand clenching tightly a staff, with the other as she conjured a gleaming ice spear.

Despite Amber being a little older than her, she saw her more like her little sister, based on the power difference and the innate gentle ambience she naturally exuded.

Nodding in compliance, Amber muttered beneath her breath.

"Un."

As her head jerked nervously repeatedly, once more reminded of her weakness.

She didn’t want to feel like a burden, but with her low talent, this seemed to have been branded into her fate.

Just as the feeling of helplessness was eating at her, the frame of a particular figure couldn’t help but come into mind, with just the thought of him easing her a little bit.

He had said he had gone to get stronger, and once he did, he promised he would be back. She had always felt safe around him. All she had to do was wait... and survive till he was back.

She didn’t know why, but she felt if he was here, everything would just be better. At the front, an almost similar look of yearning flashed across Lyra’s eyes, laced with a bit of determination as she assumed a battle stance.

She hadn’t managed to fulfill the promise to be strong enough to protect him, but she would be sure to uphold this one as she awaited his arrival.

Yet even with all this, any figure unlucky enough to approach them bearing ill intent suddenly found themselves with a poisoned blade lodged deep into their necks.

It didn’t take long for them to find out someone was protecting them from the shadows. And based on the form of attacks, their eyes couldn’t help but be clouded with shock and confusion as recognition flared.

The Sisters of Death. Widely feared across the city, yet Ulric had tamed them so easily. They had thought they would be a little vengeful after how he had punished them.

But instead, they had grown closer than ever, even going as far as swearing their loyalty to him.

To an outside perspective, it did seem a little strange, given they didn’t know about his seed of corruption. Besides, the allure of having an S-rank talent by their side was unquestionable.

For a moment, all this combined couldn’t help but make them a little jealous. But Ulric had remained a little cold and dismissive towards them, easing them slightly, causing them to instantly understand their intentions.

Through this, they were trying to gain his recognition.

But all this didn’t matter now as Lyra watched figure after figure fall into the hands of the charging figures.

"Can you help them too?"

"They have nothing to do with us," Tara’s voice echoed.

Amelia’s cold grunt beside her reaffirming her thoughts.

They had seen how Ulric looked at the two figures, and ever since, they had been racking their minds over ways to get closer to him.

But this... this was literally god-sent. If they could defend the two of them, they could gain favor in his eyes.

And maybe, just maybe... he could finally take them in as his women.

Cursing softly, Lyra was just about to retort,

when Amber’s voice echoed, cutting through their fantasies.

"I-if you don’t... I’ll tell Ulric you were mean to us while he was gone."

The words caused their faces to drop as their lips twitched rapidly. It seemed they had underestimated how far the youth’s shamelessness had rubbed off on them.