Transmigrated as a Ghost

(This chapter was released in the wrong order. The one after it is supposed to come before it. I am sincerely sorry for this mistake and am trying to have it fixed.)

With Marcus having been given the right to take the Doomsday Worm’s magic core, the most immediate problem had been dealt with.

However, while the few minutes after the initial victory against the calamity of a monster had been joyous as they all celebrated their win, it soon became somber.

While they had successfully dealt with what could be considered a near world ending threat, a great deal of damage had been dealt.

“As much as I would like for us to hold some sort of celebration after this arduous battle, there is still much for us to do.” Gwyneira said with a sorrowful look.

She then turned towards Ardea and Jaela, and said, “Is there any further assistance we can expect from the two of you, or now that the battle has concluded will the two of you be off?”

Naturally both of them were not really connected to Borealia in anyway like the rest of them that lived here, so it would have been perfectly reasonable for them to simply leave._.

“I will stick around for a bit to revitalize the forest. I simply cannot let such devastation be left unattended in a place that is mine to protect.” Jaela said with a smile.

“I will also help. That things desolation extended deep underground as well, and I will do what I can to restore some semblance of life to it.” Ardea said.

Thankful for the two grand witches help, Gwyneira bowed her head and thanked them for assisting in helping Borealia out, and that at a later time she would gather appropriate rewards for their cooperation.

After that she turned to Aria and Darius along with their subordinates and relayed her orders to them.

“I very much wish that I could allow all of you sometime off to rest after what has happened here, but there are other matters you must attend to. Head back to the southern border of Tralenstein and defend it from the invaders coming from the south. We invested too many resources there to have parts of it sliced away and stolen from us.”

Nodding their heads, both Darius and Aria agreed to follow Gwyneria’s orders, and set off towards Tralenstein where they had been fighting before coming here on an emergency summons.

Though as they flew away Aria did look back towards Boreas, a bit of sadness in her eyes as she wished to speak with him after he had been away for a very long time.

Still, right now there were other priorities than a lengthy chat with family, so Aria continued on with her mages, returning to yet another battlefield.

“Marcus could I ask that you head directly for Loursend with me and Boreas. Your healing abilities in all honesty may be the best in the kingdom, and I imagine that there will be numerous people that need your help.” Gwyneira said with pleading eyes.

Nodding his head, Marcus of course agreed, saying that as it was still winter, he was more than willing to follow any orders.

“As for you Asher and Retharin. There is nothing I require of the two of you, but if you wish to help out in any way, I would be more than happy to have your assistance.”

Shaking his head, Retharin said, “I am afraid I need to go and check on Glenna Reota before doing anything else. It may be a bit of a distance from here, but it is possible that the city took some damage from the far-reaching shockwaves. I also need to make sure that the other beasts and monsters in the mountains have not gotten riled up and have attacked the city. That monster’s aura was far reaching and could have caused a similar outcome as to what happened in the Great Gome Woods before its release.”

Having said his piece Retharin turned towards the Verkoudhied Mountains in the distance and flew off towards them.

“He does have a good point. If it is fine with you, I can head south and clean up any powerful beasts and monster that might have been fleeing south and could be a threat to this kingdom’s cities.”

“If you do not mind doing that it would be a great help. Again, I would like to thank you for going out of you way to help us when you had little reason.” Gwyneira said while lowering her head.

Waving his hand in front of his face, Asher said, “No I had plenty motivating me. While I may not truly be a resident of your kingdom, it is where I am currently staying. Not to mention that Mrazivý is my disciple, and I would hate for her to lose her home. Oh and of course I am looking forward to the fight you promised me. I know right now is not a good time for that, so once everything has settled down, we can discuss a time and place.”

With what he wanted to say done and having been given an important role to fill, Asher, the sword savant went flying off to the south to take care of any threats that might have popped up in the wake of the Doomsday Worm’s presence.

Finally, Gwyneira turned towards Boreas and said, “As for you, I assume that you will come with me and help with the situation in Loursend?”

Marcus shuddered when Gwyneira said this, as while she was smiling on her face, it certainly did not reach her eyes.

He had seen this look from his own mother back on Earth a few times and it was always when she was warning his father to get in line or there was going to be trouble.

Lowering his head, aware that Gwyneira was now upset with him, likely for having been gone for so long, Boreas said, “Yes I will obviously help out in any way I can.”

“Good than let us go quickly. Time is of the essence.” Gwyneira said as she locked one arm with Marcus and the other with Boreas.

She then looked up at him and nodded, and he snapped his fingers in response.

In and instant they were swept up in a gust of wind and went flying at an impeccable pace.

It only took them a couple of seconds to then arrive above Loursend and see what remained of the city.

Looking around Marcus could almost not believe how bad it was, as the large and imposing city that used to be fully of life had been largely reduced to rubble.

Its walls had collapsed, and many buildings were nothing but rubble and splinters of wood.

The streets were cracked and upturned in many places, and numerous fires burned all over the city.

It truly looked like a hellscape and reminded Marcus of how the royal capital of Tralenstein appeared after the king blew it up in a last desperate attempt to destroy the liberation army.

“Boreas please deal with the fires first and then began combing through the rubble and looking for survivors. Marcus, I want you to come with me. We are going to check if any of the city’s official are alive and get relief efforts going. I will be assigning you to head up a triage center and heal any of those that are brought to you. While you both do that, I will begin getting the people out of the dungeon. Now let us go and clean up the devastation wrought by that monster.”