A Summoner in the Wizarding World

Fumes rose up from the sewers, its stank settling over the Undercity. The two leaders of the rebellion, a thin man and another stockily built were as prepared as they could be. All the Lanes - districts of the city - had finally united as one, with the most healthy and dedicated armed for battle.

Fortunately for the two men, the many guards around the city did not take the unrest seriously until it was too late. Weapons seized by the 'scums' that they so despised, themselves were at the mercy of the rebellion.

"Silco, we should send them to the front lines." stated the stocky man, his tone leaving no room for argument. He took a sip from an amber cup, as nonchalant as discussing the weather, earlier in the day. "Cut all ties to the Upper city, once and for all."

His partner did not reply immediately, choosing instead to look at the drawn map. On it, one location was marked in red: a bridge connecting the two worlds. The man named Silco thought about their blue-haired friend and the two daughters of hers.

He hesitated.

"No, I don't think that's necessary."

"And why would we spare these... imbeciles?"

"Vander," replied Silco patiently, "you're thinking with your fists again. What would happen to our people, living across the bridge? If we do this, they will be slaughtered. Killed, you hear me? Those animals of the upper city will not hesitate."

The other man took a longer sip and tapped the counter. His brows furrowed before he finally settled down.

"And that would be their price to pay for abandoning our own. I would not waste good men and women for cowards, no matter where they come from."

Before Silco could continue to argue, Vander slammed the cup and cut him off.

"That's the last about that." he hastily added, nudging his partner's shoulders. "Come on, go take our minds off this. Big day ahead."

The faux cheer lifted both their spirits, and the two men left the deserted bar, determined to do what they thought to be right. 

***

The guards marched towards the true harbor of the city, where a metal bridge connected it to one area below ground. In all likelihood, this should be where the conflict would take place. When I snuck across for more information, I did not have to look very far. A small military force, complete with muskets and shields, were rehearsing formations.

They should be the ones more wounded in the conflict, so a rescue base of sorts on this side made sense. Of course, the fact that my shadow works much better in a dimly-lit underground city was only a bonus. At that, I sent it as far as possible to find a hideout, while I went to find waste material to refashion and renovate said hideout. It turned out there's quite a bit more of that lying around than in the other city, what with the amount of dumpsters here.

By the time I caught up with the shadow in an undergrowth, I had quite a few odds and ends available. A quick check of this location showed it to be a temple for an ancient Goddess, whom I recognised as Janna from League. Last time I checked in with that universe, though, I didn't think this was mentioned as part of Zaun. The timeline must be a bit off, then, because I did not see Vi or Jinx anywhere, nor that one-eyed Silco.

Well, no matter, all that should be a better project for later. I set up the most elementary beds in tents, and some basic supplies so that people can use themselves. It was in good time, too, because the rumble above should be the beginning of the clash.

***

Vander and Silco joined the battle as brothers in arms.

The Hound of the Underground was one of the largest threats to the guards. His metal gauntlet shattered their defences despite most of the Upper city wearing armor, and plowed endlessly forward. Silco was leading a squad of his own - the only one, in fact, that possessed long-ranged weaponry from the captured guards and self-made projectiles. They rained down bullets, toxins and searing acids distilled from the mines despite their high likelihood of getting shot down.

The start was favorable to the two leaders of the rebellion, but as the organised militia regrouped, they began to suffer losses of their own. Captives being used as meat shields slowed the damage, but not by much. The opposing guards were both more well-trained and ruthless even to their comrades, and opened fire point-blank with the largely intact frontlines as cover.

Men beside Vander fell to bullets and blunt force of various batons and canes. Up above and open to fire, Silco's squad was whittled down one by one at a rate somewhat exceeding that of the ground army due to their lack of cover. At the final moments of these men, a figure in black and velvet, with the slightest hints of steel, appeared.

This intruder did not immediately attempt to wound or maim either side, but leapt stealthily across the field to the fallen and brought them away when no one noticed. In the heat of battle, Vander did not notice some men and women disappear after falling down, neither did the guards desperately holding onto their positions. As such, the unknown figure managed to sneak quite a few away before they would inevitably be more hurt.

Silco finally noticed that some of the men bleeding out from bullet wounds were gone, but could not make out clearly whose doing that was. He signalled for a regroup and cover for a headcount - every wounded was gone. They did not manage to contact the others before a grenade struck the bridge foundation, and the group barely clung onto the railings as debris plummeted into the water.

The man saw a final explosion from above and a shadow leaping with inhuman agility, before his world blacked out.