Streams of colorful lights sprung forth from the earth, unyielding as they tore asunder the clouds in wisps of white. Hazy smoke rose from the ashes of men whose lives were taken too soon, in numbers too many to count. Mythical beasts of high ranks from various biomes that greatly contrasted each other could be found roaming in packs across the densely filled battlefield. Each sweep of a limb yielded fresh moans of agony and suffering, and their steps shook the earth. On the ground, filling holes and cracks in the ground were colors of red too vivid for art. Yet amidst the chaotic noise of the battlefield, his calm heartbeat could be heard.
Ruby eyes marred by sorrow gazed upon the scene from upon a throne of bodies. With all bloodshed around Him, not even a single drop of blood had stained His dark black clothing that should have made Him indubiously stand out. With a sudden leap, He dropped down to the ground and made His way to the center of the battlefield, undisturbed by the fighting around Him. Leisurely bringing out a steel sword with ornate decorations, His aura that had once carried a hint of melancholy seemed to disappear completely.
A young commander who looked like a god that had descended from the heavens made his blade sing as he and his army drove his way through enemy forces. Well, he wasn’t sure if he was tearing through actual enemies, but his victims certainly weren’t allied forces. The dark clothed man casually appeared next to this charismatic young man, yet no one around them gave any indication of noticing this.
“Where are they?” he screamed as he slew another warrior, a hint of resignation in his voice.
Another soldier quickly moved to his side, somehow not bumping into the dark clothed man before replying, “Lord Versedoth, I’m afraid we are the only ones free left in this section. The others have their hands full or aren’t replying. And knowing how rigorous our training was to always keep communication, the fact they aren’t replying to us means…”
Versedoth glanced at the old soldier’s whose voice had trailed off. “Then we must continue forward to open up a path for them when they rejoin us,” he replied as a fearsome aura swept out from his feet towards his surroundings. “THE MEN OF AVENTIA WILL NEVER BOW TO TYRANNY,” he shouted, fully allowing his aura to blast out towards his own men and others surrounding them. To his men, this was the charismatic shout of a young lord who never lost a battle. To his enemies, this was the sound of the devil arising to claim more lives. Even with such power, it was only a small commotion in a battlefield that spanned tens of thousands of miles.
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The determined young lord from before now lay there taking his last breaths on an eerily similar throne of dead bodies. Versedoth reminisced about his past adventures and obstacles he had overcame to reach this point. A poor boy from a family who made meager earnings to barely support themselves had become a hero. He coughed blood, yet when he wiped it off a gentle smile was revealed as he remembered how he had betrayed the expectations of those who wished to do him harm. Through sweat and blood, he grasped power and prestige and refused to let go. Dragons who breathed fires that could melt down cities had been slain by his hand. Faeries wept as he gently scooped them out of their cold prison in the vast tundra of the Rooken. Empires celebrated his name and threw parades when he arrived. Lovers were cherished in his embrace. Storms were quieted down by his whispers. The Targantuan Seas parted as he strolled from one continent to another. The world had shaken underneath his feet. Regrets still clung to him. He had not achieved what he had promised her. If only he had more luck in his birth! If only he had more time. But now it was time to lay down his sword one last time.
Soft footsteps stood out from the screams of dying soldiers as the black clothed man approached the fallen lord. His hand brushed the young man’s face that was now cold to the touch. A grimace crept upon His face as he let out a pent up sigh that shook the earth and the heavens of the world. Yet the armies continued to fight, seemingly unaware that something was amiss.
“Things will no longer be this way,” He finally said, and everything went dark.