The emperorās flame was burning brighter than ever.
Knowing that time wasnāt on his side, he was planning to do the most harm he could.
Ethanās body expanded, as if the flame was engulfing his body.
It looked as if Ethan was now controlling fire instead of a sword. By now, the emperorās flame was torching half his head.
His hair had long gone due to the heat.
Lars was certain Ethan would soon turn into a pile of dust.
The flames crackled and brushed against his darkness.
At that precise moment, Lars felt a strange presence. Before he could notice who it was, the darkness surrounding him expanded. He was shocked.
āNigrato!ā
The emperorās flame was further harming the seal that Lars made to contain Nigrato.
Nigratoās power that was released immediately engulfed Lars. Lars couldnāt help but use every bit of power within him to stop Nigrato.
From outside, Lars only briefly stumbled. But for someone like Ethan, he didnāt miss the opportunity.
āLars Raude!ā
Ethanās sword that had been molted in the boiling heat, did not show any mercy. His sword expertly pierced through Larsās central body. A breaking sound broke out, and the indeterminate polyhydron shattered into pieces.
Anya screamed.
āNoooo!ā
The flames overwhelmed the darkness and burned brightly.
*****
āLars Raude!ā
Lars turned his head. He was standing on the hillside of a dried white mountain. An old white haired man stood in front, looking at him with hatred and disgust.
Noticing the hostility towards him by the man, Lars readied his sword to protect himself. The hand used to lift the sword was full of skin and flesh.
ā? Ah. From back then.ā
He remembered. It was the first day when the Hugin knights had been ambushed by the White crow knights.
In retreat, Lars divided his knights into two groups. Ten lifelong friends of his that had been appointed as knights personally by the emperor alongside him, died that day.
Their sacrifices allowed the rest of the Hugin knights to run away intact.
During the escape, there was one knight that chased him, right till the end.
It was the founding commander of the White crow knights.
He had been a member of the emperorās royal guard.
After the emperorās assasination, the royal guard was humiliated to the point of misery.
The commander of the royal guards was executed for conspiring with the assasination and except for a few, the rest of the royal guard members dispersed into the outer lands.
The ones that survived chose every means possible to get their traitorous names lifted from dishonorment. They desperately searched for the remaining few like Hugin knights that were branded as traitors.
Lars was their main target. Theyād turned deaf ears at Larsās attempt to explain, which Lars didnāt blame.
Heād already forgotten their names. They were long dead.
On that day, Lars killed him and avenged his friends. Even in his last moments, he stabbed a sword through Larsās chest and smiled till his final breath.
Lars couldnāt forget the white smile.
āLars Raude!ā
He turned his head. A blade was fast approaching him. Lars just managed to deflect it away.
His hand that held his sword was made of bones.
The female knight stabbed him repeatedly.
Lars could remember when this scene had happened. The injury that the founding commander of the White crow knights made, was eating away at his body.
Right now, the Hugin knights were weaker than ever. For all his fellow dead knights that, Lars couldnāt give up now.
He absorbed the essence of Nigrato. A god of death that was basically his oldest enemy.
And so, he became its embodiment.
āDid you finally give up on being human, Lars!ā
The female knight ferociously stabbed her spear at him. Lars dodges it with a hairās breadth.
He soon remembered who his opponent was. A female knight that had been appointed about the same time he did.
Lars attended classes with her, and received training together. Heād been on the battlefield with their backs to each other as well.
Her flaming red hair was replaced with hair ever so white.
Seeing the faces of his old comrades, seeing her expression filled with hatred and betrayal, Lars thought that heād grown too old.
He felt as if heād aged a 100 years.
He couldnāt remember her name. She was already dead.
Lars beheaded the White crow knights second ever commander. Though her head was cut off, she was still glaring at Lars. Lars didnāt avoid her gaze. Even if heād hated it, he watched her gaping mouth open and close till the end.
Traitor.
Her last word festered deep in his heart. It was more deadly than any other blade that had been swung at him.
āLars Raude!ā
The third shout.
Seeing the flaming sword wretched deep in him, he wondered from when this scene had occurred.
Anyaās screeching scream and Dilmondās groan.
He realised that heād returned to the present.
āGet that bastard off!ā
While spewing blood, Dilmond shouted but there was no one that could get close to Lars or Ethan.
The moment Larsās chest was stabbed with Ethanās sword, a tremendous gust of wind was blowing. It was hard to even keep oneās eyes open.
It felt as if everyoneās bodies were being cut from the knife like sharp wind. Ethan, being the closest from the source, was being cut up from the wind.
āLaaarrrs!ā
Ethan didnāt let go of his sword and inserted it more deeper into Larsās chest. Lars looked down at Ethan. Though a commander, he was a child in his eyes.
This young knight hadnāt even seen the emperor. Never received an order, nor fought alongside him. However, he didnāt think that his belief and loyalty was in any way lesser than his.
āā¦ā¦ā¦ā
When did it start to go so wrong.
Who was truly crazy in this world.
His mind and his physical body had been broken for a long time.
Before he would finally break, he gave it his last attempt at assassinating Vares Valte but had failed to do even that.
Since then, Lars did nothing but manage to keep his sanity.
āSo. This is far as I go.ā
Lars felt an aura of death rising from inside him.
He could feel Nigratoās madness and his laugh. It was now impossible to suppress him any longer. The emperorās flame spread onto Larsās body.
But then, a darkness more greater than the flame enveloped him.
Ethan opened his eyes wide at seeing a darkness engulf the area around him. It was the last thing he saw.
In an instant, Nigratoās aura took control over Larsās body.
Lars recalled the previous commanders of the White crow knights that heād slain. It happened a long time ago but for some reason, it didnāt feel like so.
This was the present linked into one.
The third hammer strike to break Lars for good.
*****
Suddenly, from the middle of the battle, darkness soared.
The cloud of darkness that appeared instantly, blackened the sky, devouring any sunlight.
Juan stood still and watched.
The darkness grew like an endless tree. Crows began to caw and dance in circles.
Many crows gathered as if they sensed an oncoming battle.
But it wasnāt just crows that had sensed it. All of Hiveden could feel it. Feel death encroaching ever closer.
Juan could smell the desert inside the gust of wind blowing.
Smell of death.
Smell of wasteland where nothing would grow.
He knew what this meant. Tears trickled down his cheeks.
āLars.ā
*****
How long had it been since these lands last saw a god.
Even if everyone in Hiveden was accounted for, there would only be a handful that would have been alive to have seen a god.
Long before the emperor had died, gods had been chased out of the empire, and the emperor had fought against the ones beyond the border.
Even Dilmond, who had experience fighting against an army sent by gods, could help but be surprised at seeing something in front of his eyes for the first time.
A black darkness enveloped them.
Amidst the darkness, they were able to sense that something was wrong due to the sense of smell. Hugin knights and Paladins could all smell a barren wasteland.
āAnnabelle!ā
Dilmond desperately called out to Anya.
Anyaās voice couldnāt be heard.
Having seen Lars fall, likely she was shocked and unable to move.
Dilmond decided to weigh up his options. He also was in shock but as one of the leaders of the Hugin knights, he had prepared for this moment.
āDilmond nim!ā
One knight that heard him call out, approached him.
Among the wind and darkness, the best they could do is confirm each otherās identities. The knight expression was of relief on seeing Dilmondās face.
āHere you are! Whatās the situation like sir? What happened to Lars nim?ā
āLars nimā¦ā¦.ā
Dilmond found it difficult to say the next words.
But seeing the situation unfold, he knew one thing. Nigrato, the God of death that had been sealed inside Larsās innerself, had been released.
As Dilmond hesitated to answer, the knight looked somewhere else. Where he looked, an undead knight was calmly standing still.
āDilmond nim, I can see our sunbae nim. I think itās Karl sunbae, we should regroup with himā¦ā¦.ā
Before Dilmond could reply, the knight approached the undead knight.
The undead knight turned its head at him. Thud. A heavy step echoed.
Dilmond recalled a memory from long ago.
It was when heād been appointed as a knight and was sent south to fight against necromancers.
āNo!ā
Dilmond realised the danger and quickly shouted. But, before heād even stopped shouting, the Hugin knightās skull was broken in two from the undead knightās strike.
His face cut in half contained an expression of disbelief. The undead knight was no longer emitting blue flames in its skull.
Only endless darkness was coming out of its skull and bones.
Beyond the darkness, the sound of screams were heard. It was unclear whether the screams belonged to allies or enemies.
Ruthless and solitude deaths were reaching everyone. The only thing that helped in this situation was the sound of voices.
āEveryone, find a human! I donāt care if youāve just been fighting them. Find those that are still alive!ā
The undead knights calmly looked towards the voice then walked off. Where it was going, what it was thinking, none of it was of concern for now.
Dilmond could only think of trying to save as many human lives as possible.
āDonāt attack any Paladins! The undead arenāt friendly anymore! Staying alive is the number one priority now!ā
It would have been easy to ask Ethan for help if heād been alive. But, along with Lars, Ethan had perished into the darkness. Dilmond judged that he wouldnāt have survived.
Then, the knight that had his skull split in two moved. Dilmond wasnāt so daft to cling to hope that maybe heād survived.
The knight stood up, spilling his brains through the gap in his skull and growling an unrecognizable sound.
Dilmond raised his shield and hammer. It was heavy. Heād lost too much blood.
āI wonder how long we can hold forā¦.ā
Dilmond bitterly smiled. Hold? What was the point?
He was against a resurrected god.
Before the emperor, all races were but insects to the gods.
Now, the emperor was dead and his descendants scattered across the empire.
Would anyone survive. In this burnt black shithole.
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