𝐄𝐜𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐬 · 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫

Upon the Fields Outside Illium

There is chaos everywhere. The mute child fends for itself with a short dagger and thinks about screeching crows and a block of simple grey stone.

It looks at the other persons on the field amongst the bloody radiance of the setting sun and the cover of the dust. There are quite a few struggles going on, but most of Illium’s soldiers were dying or on the brink of stepping through that gate of no return.

It casts its sight further along the fighting mess of chaos and sees the General. He is trying to chop his way out of more than a dozen of Scralls surrounding him but they yap at him and keep out of his sweeping range.

“Cowards! Cowards! Come and be killed you stupid, pig-headed idiots!” The general roars, his voice hoarse, but it is of no avail. He hopes against hope that there is going to be help. The Capital couldn’t to afford their most valuable city taken!

But no help comes. There is nightfall, there is a dying, bloody sun, there is death in the air, but there is no hope.

The oncoming of that blast almost come undetected because it blends in so well with the sun’s reddish blood. It’s only the sound that it makes quite a few seconds later that catch everyone’s attention. The mute child sees the girls first. He thinks, “Ah. Here they are.”

The general roars in triumph, his strength replenishes, and he tears through his enemies. Help is here!