The thunder echoed across the skies, creating a terrifying sound and casting dangerous light flashes across the darkened sky. And then it all began — the darkness, the soldiers, and the two deaths: one towering like a mountain, the other descending swiftly from the sky. They had now reached the city.
Thunder boomed again, echoing as a lone soldier rushed through the narrow hallways of a stone building. His footsteps pounded as he reached the massive gates leading to Commander Trail's chamber. His face was terrifying — eyes wild with urgency and determination.
The heavy wooden door creaked open. The soldier stepped inside, his breath heavy, the tension thick in the air. Commander Trail stood near a tall window, staring out at the stormy skies as flashes of lightning lit up the horizon.
"Commander Trail," the soldier gasped, "the army is here. We hear your commands. They stand just outside the gates, accompanied by the Golem."
Trail's gaze remained steady. "Gather the soldiers. Bring the three new commanders with you, and summon Rogard and Quenthissa at once."
"As you command," the soldier replied and swiftly exited to prepare the summons.
Trail's eyes returned to the sky, where thunder bloomed once more. Far in the distance, he caught a glimpse of two figures — Luxorious and Reaper — locked in their deadly dance. A smile crept on his lips. "Huh. I think it's started already."
The great gates opened wide, and the army poured out, forming a strategic pattern — a square formation, standard for battle.
Rogard was a massive man, wielding a heavy sword. His thick brown hair was drenched from the rain, and his muscular body towered over most. "Where is Trail?" he barked.
Quenthissa, ever sharp-tongued, scoffed, "As usual, he's planning something big. A commander thinks before he acts, unlike you — rushing in bloody and psycho. We have another man strong enough to kill them all."
"And who would that be?" Rogard growled, suspicion in his voice.
"Luxorious."
"Huh, where is that piece of shit now?"
"Currently fighting… I guess the Black Dragon."
Elsewhere, atop the city's tallest castle tower, a man and a dragon stared each other down, eyes burning with hatred.
The Black Reaper hissed, "Are you the descendant of Oaksville? I remember their screams — exquisite, the fear that excites and excels in death. I heard every cry of pain and torture."
Luxorious met the gaze with a quiet stare, a fierce rage burning inside him, but his exterior remained calm. Thunder bloomed again, heavy rain started to pour. Suddenly, Luxorious vanished in the blink of an eye.
The Black Reaper was stunned — how could a human move so fast? Before he could react, a blade pierced his skin. How could a mere human draw a blade against darkness? How could he not be feared?
The Black Reaper roared, flames erupting from his maw — hot enough to melt steel. Luxorious dodged with insane speed and leaped upwards, striking the Black Reaper with a brutal punch. The dragon crashed down on the other side of the city. The earth boomed from the impact. Luxorious watched from a distance, breathing heavy.
The Black Reaper rose again, his eyes burning with killing intent. His gaze locked with Luxorious, who stood tall, lightning crackling around him, his eyes ablaze with blue flames. Death itself stood before him.
The Black Reaper unleashed a torrent of fire, but nothing harmed Luxorious. Confused and enraged, the Reaper charged — only to be met by a powerful punch that sent him crashing into the mountainside, dust and sand casting a shadow over the battlefield.
Meanwhile, Trail mounted his horse and stepped out into the rain. The soldiers gathered and swore an oath to follow him and grant him passage.
Rogard approached him, eyes narrowing. "You're finally here. What were you even planning?"
Trail's eyes darkened. "I sense a heavy presence. Something terrible is happening on the other side. I don't know if it's good or bad."
Rogard smirked. "Their army is large, but we have light swords, thanks to King Zack. We can easily cut through them. But I don't see the Golem."
"Neither do I," Trail said. "But Rogard, I want you to lead this army. Defeat them. I must go to Luxorious."
"Fine," Rogard growled, stepping forward.
A blade flashed through the sky — the signal to advance.
"Advance!" Rogard commanded.
The soldiers roared and surged forward, commanders at their side. Trail stayed behind and made his way toward Luxorious.
The clash of armies filled the air. The soldiers wielding light swords had the advantage. Dark soldiers fell quickly, but they killed human soldiers just as fast. With Rogard and the commanders fighting fiercely, they were slaughtering foes by the dozens. Rogard had become a psycho on the battlefield, bloodlust burning in his eyes.
Elsewhere, dust settled over the battlefield. The mountain rumbled and heavy sand cascaded down as the Black Reaper vanished from sight. Luxorious stood covered in the Black Reaper's black blood, his filthy blades dripping.
Then, the Golem — the size of a mountain — appeared, towering over Luxorious. The Black Reaper, now regenerated, hovered above, a nightmare sight. A heavy pressure gripped the atmosphere. The rain ceased.
Luxorious exerted a minimal yet intense energy, the place around him beginning to crack and destroy. Death itself stood there. Thunder roared mightily.
Trail arrived beside Luxorious, eyes wide at the sight of him drenched in black blood, adrenaline pumping through his veins.
"Luxorious! Control yourself!" Trail shouted.
But Luxorious didn't respond. Not a flicker.
Suddenly, the Golem charged, smashing its massive hands toward Luxorious. He dodged deftly, then from behind, the Black Reaper engulfed him in hot flames. Luxorious spun his blade, creating a violent wind that cut through the fire.
Trail felt the monstrous intensity of the battle.
Boom! The earth shattered again. Luxorious dodged, jumped, spun, and plunged a blade into the Reaper's eye. Blood gushed, and the Reaper screamed, blinded.
The Reaper climbed higher, but Luxorious' blade failed to stop him. In desperation, Luxorious punched the Golem's head with bare hands — the blow shattered it. Both monsters collapsed, knocked out.
Luxorious dismounted in the battlefield, wiping blood from his face. The two beasts began to rise again, but Luxorious stood firm.
"You don't know when to lose," he said coldly. "I will kill you all."
As he charged, the beasts transformed into black mist and vanished.
Luxorious missed the attack. Suddenly, all the soldiers and beasts began to return as shadows.
Gasping, Luxorious realized he hadn't killed them.
Trail approached, clapping slowly.
"You're truly a beast, Luxorious. What a sight to behold. Maybe I won't ever see it again."
Luxorious looked at the rainwater dripping from his blades.
"Did we win the war?"
Trail smiled. "We did — all because of you."
Elsewhere, in the deepest shadows, a cold-hearted warrior sat upon a dark throne. Menacing aura surrounding him, he spoke with a voice like ice.
Lyoth: "What a terrible sight. I will kill that thing."
A voice whispered from the darkness.
"The whole world will soon be consumed by fear… by us."