"YOU MUST PREPARE. HE PREPARES FOR OUR DESTRUCTION, AND YOU MUST PREPARE FOR HIS."
* THE HELLFIRE CHRONICLES, HOLY BOOK OF TRAGSXT
7th of Jirath, 1012 on the War Calander, Day of Destiny:
Grimmor watched the Yjraith leave, defeated. His army started returning to a position behind him. The day was won, but if the King of Hellfire was to be believed, it was a poultry victory. The 4th Bleakness was coming, and it was coming soon.
Grimmor turned towards the body of the Cloudsummoner. He lifted his scythe, making an impromptu grave, and buried him. Grimmor didn't even know his name, but he did what was required of him. He could respect that.
The King of Sali turned to face the others.
"WarThunder, can we really end the war?" Grimmor asked, hopeful.
"It is not a decision I can make by myself, but if you're willing, Draith and Sali will come to be at peace. You have my word," Oreklad replied.
Grimmor nodded.
"What's next?" Etheail asked.
"I'll stay and guard your subjects." Helandrin, the Ocean's Sword said. Etheail nodded.
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"We have around three weeks until the Queen, bloodthirsty as she is brings the entire might of the Yjraith army to our doorstep 2 for them to gather and 1 for them to march. The Draith army is also gathering. I will bring them back here in time for the battle."
"I'll set up camp here then, I've already brought most of Sali's army and will send for all that we can spare." Grimmor declared.
Etheail nodded as he fell back on one knee. The boy needed rest. He wasn't going to be up much longer.
A bright gold flashed behind Grimmor.
He turned to find a man with a soldier built under a long green hooded cloak; The Voidwatcher.
"What are you doing here?" Oreklad asked.
"Etheail Hearth, come with me."
Oreklad and Helandrin had their Devilblades surrounding the man in seconds.
"You will not be taking him." Helandrin declared.
The Voidwatcher sighed and reached inside the pocket of his pants, pulling out a small circle with 3 blades attached to it. He set the device in the air and it started to spin.
Gravity reversed.
Oreklad, Grimmor, Helandrin, and even the soldiers started to rise into the air, a purple mist around them. Grimmor felt weightless, but not in control.
They could no longer protect him.
"I will not harm you. You have my pledge." The Voidwatcher stated, golden mist steaming from his skin, which he breathed in. "You are not ready for the 4th Bleakness. I will train you."
Grimmor wanted to object, but the reversed gravity made him want to throw up.
Etheail nodded. "I can trust you. I know it." He declared. The Voidwatched smiled and laid a hand on Etheail's shoulder.
"Keep going with what was planned," Etheail instructed, before disappearing in a flash of gold along with the Voidwatcher..