Zeldris, in a flash, suddenly appears in front of the girl and casts a quick spell. “Imos”. A small little bubble surrounded them both and deflected the arrows away. The captain looks at Zeldris with disdain and yells out towards him.
“What is the meaning of this, Adventurer? Do you know what you are doing?”
Zeldris sheathed his blade onto his back and glared towards the captain with dark-hooded eyes. “I have my reasons."
“Archers! Ready your arrows again! Loose!”
The archers all nock their bows and let loose a second volley of arrows towards Zeldris with the same results, all of them being deflected by the magical bubble around them. The captain groans in frustration as he pulls out his own blade and gestures to the remaining soldiers to charge Zeldris.
“Traitorous cur, I knew it was wrong to trust these adventurers but the Sovereigns were all just blind to them for what they truly were”. He charges towards Zeldris with his soldiers in fury, wanting nothing but his death. Zeldris walks out of the bubble and unsheathes his blade and goes into his sword form. He closes his eyes and focuses, before opening them and in a blink of an eye, disappears from view.
The soldiers, staring at the location Zeldris was just standing in confusion as to where he disappeared off to. Before anyone could react, Zeldris reappeared behind them all, bringing his blade up to his face before flicking his wrist and flinging the blood from his blade. One by one, each of the soldiers fell to the ground, their heads falling off their bodies and squelching as they plummet onto the ground.
Orsten and Yula run up to Zeldris as he sheathes his blade onto his back.
“Laddie, who are you? How could you cause this much carnage?”
Yula, doing her best not to have another round of her upheavals stared towards the massacre “Ugh…I can’t stand this anymore..I don’t think I’m meant to be an adventurer, seeing all this…just doesn’t sit right for me.”
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Zeldris sighs quietly, “I didn’t want this to happen, but they gave me no choice.”
“No choice laddie? You could’ve just let them slain the she-devil. That wou-”
Zeldris falls down onto his knees and grunts in pain, his hands going up to his head as he flails down. In his mind, he sees flickering images of his sister, her head botched onto the ground, covered in mud and blood. “You let me die…you let them kill me…”
“No…no….no… I’m sorry…Sophia…please..I’m sorry..” Zeldris mutters to himself painfully as he flails around. “I’ll KILL THEM…I’LL KILL THEM ALL….”
The young girl, who is still gripping onto the cloak stares at Zeldris’s prone body. Her left eye, shimmering with a dark festering hole slowly gets up and starts treading towards Zeldris hesitantly.
Yula quickly hovers over Zeldris and tries to help him up. “Orsten! Help me get him up!”
“Laddie, what’s going on? We need to take him somewhere befor-”
“Before what?” a voice in the distant darkness mutters the words.. The surrounding area is now tense and the pressure in the air makes it slightly hard to breathe. A man, with a scar on his face, going from his scalp towards his mouth appears, standing atop a large stone rock looking down towards them. His attire, a grey white cloak, covering over his body, a necklace, with a sigil on it, with a mark of a star. His presence itself makes the area around him feel like being trapped inside a sarcophagus with the walls closing in.
Orsten and Yula both fall to the ground, prone, both struggling to rise back up. The young girl doesn’t care for the man’s presence as her cursed eye flickers darkly as it absorbs all the surrounding aether. She continues slowly treading towards Zeldris, sorely focusing on nothing else but just that.
The man turns his head towards the girl and gives a small chuckle. “Oh? You’re unaffected by my Holo? So you must be the phenomenon that the Sovereigns are all scrambling for, I see.”
Within a millisecond, he appears in front of the girl and grabs her by the throat and lifts her up. He takes out a magnificent crescent blade, clearly made to replicate the moon with its beauty and shape.
“Farewell, Light of Lisia.” Just as he’s about to swing his blade and end the young girl's life, Zeldris appears before him in a flash, his own blade out to counter the swing and hold it against the cloaked man.
