Forever burning desires, feelings igniting in the dusk. A young woman racing through the endless land, pushing through death and decay for miles. An eternal night washing over the realm of misery, blood painting the earth. Sorrow engraving on countless souls, war plaguing the field. Black feathers raining down, an entity from the high heavens plunging the world into a chaotic state.

Crimson eyes from the earth, their long flowing blonde hair in the breeze, the person's gold armor and noble red cape extending down from the lower half of their back. Someone pursuing their target, enduring the horrific battlefield. Monsters in this terror, pulling themselves up to the land. Two entities setting their eyes on a prize, their determination to claim what they believe is rightfully their own.

My other half, when will you cease this madness...?

An echoing voice trying to reach one above, their vision on those wings tainting in malice. Those azure eyes on the person on the land, soon raising their staff. A crescent moon releasing negativity, a force intensifying by the moment. Shortly unleashing the attack, washing away countless monsters and humans in its wrath.

The individual from the ground dashing around the attacks, witnessing the lightning tearing apart the earth, rubble rapidly flying everywhere. Those from the dead rising from the depths, their agonizing screams in the dusk, soon returning below the surface.

If only...no...there is no time for this. If there is any chance, I must reclaim what is rightfully mine...

The person soon standing in place, their sad eyes on the lives no more. One in a lifeless area, lowering their head, their hand to their chest. A fire burning within them, keeping their vision on the slim light at the end of the madness. Shortly pursuing the entity far above, racing through the dusk. Eventually arriving at their destination, finding themselves in a town. Buildings lining parallel to each other, the vacant streets to their attention. Feeling the thick malice, atrocities concealing themselves. Crimson eyes piercing through the shadows, their sharp gaze on her.

All of this...all of this happened...due to my selfish desires...

A heart seeking after what is within, falling to the temptation resting inside of them. Far in the back, a tall castle with many monsters, guards struggling against them. A red mist enveloping the town, ravenous eyes lurking at the depths. Fiends moving in the shadows, stalking their prey. Sounds in the distance, terror everywhere. High in the castle, the weight of the situation crushing down on many in the throne room.

Windows along the walls, statues in front of them. These depicting the deities, Odin, Thor, Loki, Freya, and Norn. Tales from yore, stories telling their great adventures. A king standing before numerous, slightly looking away. Shifting his gaze to the figures, uncertainty from his eyes. Wondering on the occurrence, a chance in the gods wrath on them. Slowly inhaling and exhaling, his attention shortly to the commander ahead.

"Come again?" the King holding his hands behind his back, his sharp look.

Blood Bane, a person earning his title from his capabilities on the battlefield. A man now in his forties, his age catching up to him. An individual carrying his strong will, pushing onward with his fiery passion. Someone not giving in, facing his many challenges in life. The commander looking to him, positioning his arms in a thinking posture.

"Sire, as it stands now, our forces will not last." Distress from his eyes.

The slightly scowling king, everything collapsing around him. His diminishing army, the person's growing unrest. Placing one in charge, an individual impressing Blood Bane. This terrible crisis on them, their world falling into madness. Unable to control the problem, dread increasing in the night.

"Explain more, what do you have to report?" the King's sharp tone.

The commander focusing his mind, trying to calm himself. Great misfortune out in the field, horrific images still within him. Lowering his arms, stepping forward a bit. Unable to forget the stench, those echoing screams. His shaking heart, the person's best efforts not enough. Constantly working with the situation, drawing up new plans, nothing bearing fruit.

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"Sire, our men...they were..."

Memories engraving inside of him, the man's shaking hands. Struggling with his words, soon growing silent. Insanity in the battlefield, someone not able to stomach the occurrence. The King giving him a moment, understanding the pressure on their shoulders. Blood Bane shortly stepping forward, his eyes on the commander.

"I need you to tell me." The calm King.

Holding the side of his head, slightly lowering it. A man reflecting back to the horrible occurrence, fitting together the relevant pieces. Knights losing their lives, monsters roaming in the dusk. Burning flesh to his senses, everyone instantly going down. The person's weakening will, his hasty heart.

"They were reduced to charcoal in short..." His hesitant voice.

Blood Bane's slightly widening eyes, an enemy possessing horrifying capabilities. Extreme damage on countless, this dire situation. The leader considering possibilities, his mind on the enemies at their front door. Losing his forces in a terrible way, everything rapidly declining.

"Are you certain there was no fire?" positioning his arms in a thinking posture.

His attention on the King, slowly regaining his composure. Shortly assuring his leader, the heavy damage on the battlefield from another occurrence. The commander's grim vision, his unrestful heart. Countless knights no more, an unnerving experience. A person unable to combat his foe, these frustrating feelings inside of him.

"No...just lightning...lightning from the heavens. This is no ordinary assault on us...it is as if the gods themselves are taking action against us." The commander folding his arms, slightly looking down.

Knights in the room glancing to each other, those pledging their lives to the kingdom. A suicidal resistance, an attack from above leaving a field in ruin. A hopeless struggle with them, mortals in the presence of possible deities. Fear grabbing at their hearts, the King learning more about the situation by the moment. The commander continuing his report, giving more dreadful information.

"Let us take a step back for now. You are saying out along the border, no one can get in or out?" the King holding his hands behind his back, carefully thinking on the problem.

"Yes sire."

Confronting his leader, presenting a map to them. The King taking hold of the object, scanning the hazardous area. A person identifying the most fatalities along the border, his mind on the possible scenarios. His kingdom steadily deteriorating, requiring trade. Unease within Blood Bane, shortly glancing to the commander, their grim expressions on one another.

"Are you certain this is not the work of Elven's? They are known to possess extreme levels of magic." His vision to the map.

Grasping at any solution, a man reaching for the slimmest chance. The commander folding his arms, reflecting on his experience out in the battlefield. The individual eventually communicating with the Elven's, confirming their side of the story. The person slowly shaking his head from left to right, soon looking to his leader.

"I am afraid so, no Elven could unleash such monstrosity. We even consulted with some of their elders, not even they can get out of this region." The commander's slightly distressing tone.

Blood Bane trying to hold strong, his heart feverishly pushing against this challenge. A man facing reality, tackling these large problems. Someone guiding those below him, leading them towards success in the past. The King turning to the window, soon walking in the direction to it, everyone's eyes on him. His eyes to the velvet moon, a curse shining on them, sweeping countless away within its beautiful sorrow.

"This cursed night on us. A war it is, but a war against whom?" looking to the statue of the gods.

Sadness in the dusk, many steadily losing hope. Their visions to their leader, looking to him to guide them in their despair. The entrance to the throne room violently opening, everyone facing a knight rushing in, the man's high distress. Racing to his King, shortly before the individual. Something going wrong on each end, Blood Bane's serious gaze.

"Sire! There has been a break in within the dungeon, our knights are being massacred by some monster!" the knight urgently warning.

An enemy infiltrating their home, putting more weight on these heavy hearts. A King refusing to give in, someone willing to force ahead. A curse on them shining in the dusk, secrets containing within its sadness. An attack on the inside, the night worsening the longer it is.

"Gather as many as you can and meet me down there." The King slightly frowning.

"Right away!"

The person instantly rushing out the room, loudly closing the door behind them. Silence in the area, uncertainty from the knights. Their eyes on their King, a man taking a moment to gather his nerves. Shortly turning to the commander, both a bit anxious. An intruder in the dreadful dusk, a leader searching for a way towards a brighter tomorrow.

"This is not a coincidence, let's head down there immediately." Blood Bane urging.

"Right." The commander agreeing.