Chapter11
Guinevere's eyes widened in disbelief. John's jaw tightened, his gaze burning with a fierce, unrecognizable intensity.
Around them, the battlefield was chaos. Soldiers fell one after another; screams and clashing steel filled the air. Guinevere's arms ached from fighting, her legs trembling, sweat and blood streaking her face.
guinevere(thinking):how much longer… how much longer can this go on? desperation gnawing at her.
She ducked under a swinging sword, barely avoiding the blade. Another soldier lunged. She parried, but her strength was fading. Every motion required a Herculean effort, and despair prickled at the edges of her mind.
Then she saw him. John, standing amidst the chaos, untouched. His calm presence cut through the madness like a blade of ice. His eyes suddenly blazed a deep, fiery red, and his sword shimmered with an otherworldly light.
Guinevere froze, disbelief flooding her.
guinevere:Don't tell me… could he be a Chosen Angel? No… impossible… maybe he's unlocked his full potential…
Before she could react, John moved. Soldiers rushed him—gone in an instant. Limbs scattered, armor shattered, each strike precise, terrifying, and impossibly fast. Dust and rubble flew with every motion. Screams of fear echoed around him.
"Enough!" John's voice rang out, low and commanding. It vibrated through the battlefield like rolling thunder.
The Prince charged, his sword raised high. John met him with a calm, almost lazy grace, but each clash sent shockwaves rippling through the air. Sparks flew, metal screamed against metal, and the ground trembled under the force of their blows.
"You… you think you can stop me?" the Prince spat, struggling to regain footing.
John's eyes narrowed. "I don't think. I know." With a single, fluid motion, he swung his sword. The Prince was sent crashing into the wall, armor dented, barely moving, utterly defeated.
Guinevere's breath caught.
guinevere:This… isn't the John I knew. Who is he really?
John's aura flared, heat radiating off him, bending the air. Every motion screamed of power beyond comprehension: unstoppable, terrifying.
Guinevere's chest heaved as she watched him, exhausted, trembling, yet unable to look away.
guinevere:Who… who is he really?
The Prince, covered in blood, struggled to rise.
prince :"You dare… how dare you!!" he roared, voice cracking with fury and fear.
John glanced back at him, raising his sword to finish him—but then a figure thundered in on horseback.
"John… stop," Marco shouted, voice grim.
John paused, giving Marco a sharp, assessing glance—a subtle peek, as if questioning why he had come.
Marco was drenched in blood. In his hand, he held the severed head of the King of Draventhia.
The Prince's eyes widened. A scream tore from his throat.
prince:"Daddd!!!"
A flashback hit, inside the tent the night before the battle.
marco:"Draventhia will attack tomorrow, bringing their full force,"about three hundred man.
Guinevere leaned back, smirking.
guinevere : "Three hundred? Doesn't matter. I say we make them regret showing up."
Marco allowed a small, teasing smile.
marco: "Bold… but numbers aren't to be ignored. Their king probably won't come—old fool. But the Prince? Young, reckless, loves blood. He'll be our real problem."
princess:"Marco, you'll handle the king. Avoid unnecessary casualties. Guinevere, you take charge here until the fight begins."
Guinevere cracked her knuckles. guinevere:"Commanding is boring. I'd rather fight."
princess:"Do you need backup?"
guinevere:"Do we have anyone who can keep up with me?"
Princess : "John."
guinevere:"John? Hah… interesting."
Princess : "He has potential. Let's see if he's ready."
Flashback ended.
Back in the present_
Prince (screamed),: "Nooo!! No… it can't be true!!" Rage, grief, and disbelief twisted his face.
prince(thinking):It's… all her fault… all of this… he thought, blood boiling. She made me lose everything! She killed our chance, destroyed everything I cared about… I'll make her pay.
His eyes snapped toward the unconscious Princess lying motionless on the ground. His chest heaved with fury, his hands trembling with barely restrained violence.
prince:She… she deserves to die!
His bloodshot eyes snapped toward the unconscious Princess lying motionless on the ground. John surged forward, sword raised, moving like a storm to intercept him.
"Stop!" John's voice roared, echoing across the battlefield.
The Prince smirked, eyes wild with fury. In a blur, he sidestepped John's strike, narrowly avoiding the deadly blade, and with a powerful, violent kick, he sent the Princess sliding down the slope, crashing into the river far below the cliff. Water churned violently where she disappeared, waves slashing against the rocks.
like a storm incarnate, john reached the cliff just as the Princess teetered over the edge. Without a second thought, he leapt after her.
Time seemed to slow. Wind screamed past them, dust and stones blurred, and the battlefield below froze in stunned silence.
Together, John and the Princess plummeted through the air.
Soldiers gawked, mouths agape. Marco's jaw tightened, eyes wide with shock.
Guinevere's chest heaved, eyes flaring crimson.
guinevere: What the hell… I will kill this Prince!
She charged forward, sword drawn, heart pounding with adrenaline. The Prince staggered, swinging blindly, but Guinevere met him head-on, precise and merciless. Steel rang against steel with every strike, sparks flying. She twisted, ducked, and slammed her sword into his armor, forcing him to stumble backward.
"This ends now!" she hissed. "Your blood… mine!"
Just as her sword was about to strike, a commanding voice rang out:
Marco (shouted):"Stop guinevere! The Princess comes first, !"
Guinevere hesitated, teeth gritting, eyes still burning with fury.
Guinevere turned to him, voice sharp and commanding: fine" We have to find them—now!"
Marco gritted his teeth. "Right… lets move "
...CHAPTER 11ENDS...