“Even if I die, Flavius would be the one to carry on the torch of the White Knight of Loyalty. He still does trust you, and he hides it behind a false appearance.”
“I just hope his false appearance won’t become a true appearance.”
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The battle seemed had raged far by account and Valverno had lost track of time that may have went by. He couldn’t tell how much time when the two armies collided. He spent all his time on the battlefield he couldn’t tell what time it was. And with the sky above them showing off a purple haze and clouds covering majority of the sky, it was hard to tell where the sun could be.
It felt like they had been at the fighting for hours. There was no telling how many hours or minutes have gone by when the battle had begun.
For Valverno, the battle seemed to going ill in his favor. The enemy forces just seemed so large they began to fortify around the smaller forces and march toward them. Things were not working out the way he thought it would. He thought he killed enough soldiers while taking out the catapults or changing the terrain that left the enemy soldiers stumbling into the changing dirt.
Apparently, it wasn’t enough. On the left side of the united army, there was a large crowd of calvary of men dressed in black armor coming their way. In the lead was Uragiru. The king led his calvary toward the surrounding army; this seemed to have been a sneak attack.
However, on another side of a hill, Valverno saw Teutates leading another wave of calvary behind him. They head straight for Uragiru’s calvary of men. A sneak attack going to fend off another sneak attack. It seemed Teutates had the greatest desire to kill Uragiru, as the desire Valverno had.
But if he had to choice, it would have to be Belverda; she was the one who experimented on him instead of being a mother figure and nursing the young demigod.
And the looks of it Teutates’s calvary didn’t charge with Wasso’s or Monico’s calvarias, and stayed behind. And when Teutates saw his eyes on Uragiru, he decided to counterattack against King Uragiru’s sneak attack.
Then, on another side of the battlefield and on other hills Valverno created from his exploding black scales, another swarm of black armored horsemen came on the right flank. Valverno could think there were ten thousand horsemen coming from the other flank, of the opposite flank Uragiru was attacking from.
“Hey, Geraldus, won’t you mind taking command while I take care of the other calvary that is coming this way?” Valverno turned back to see the face of Belverda over Geraldus’ shoulder. She was smiling big while looking down: a small blade had stabbed Geraldus.
“No!” shouted Valverno.
Belverda withdrew the blade she plunged into Geraldus’s chest plate; the blade was the dagger which Geraldus was given to him by Valverno to investigate. Somehow she managed to get her hands on it and her power alone was rivaling against Geraldus’s White Knight power, and he had stabbed down.
“Valverno… I belief you are… the one… and bring balance to the… Living… Life…”
Geraldus gave no more sign of breathing air as he just stared blankly; he was dead.
Valverno growled as he saw the White Knight of Loyalty be dead by the hands of the witch he so desperately wanted to kill. From the moment, Belverda pushed Geraldus away from her and his dead body fell before Valverno’s feet.
“Face it, Vaeludar,” said Belverda. “You have lost.”
Valverno didn’t want to give up the need to fight back, and he didn’t want lose to the two people he hated even higher than Lusìvar.
He saw Sora coming from the fighting soldiers and launching an attack against Belverda, and Teutates maintaining his own struggle with his distant relative and the two calvarias facing each other. Geraldus had been struck down. Monico, who had no idea had to active the power of the White Knight, could only fight on horseback, and his calvary seemed to be getting tossed down by the enemy soldiers.
The White Knights had the reputation of being powerful individuals, but they were being subdued by two other individuals with magic thought to be a lesser power than the great power each White Knight possess.
The three clan leaders and their clan soldiers were being overwhelmed by the sheer forces of the soldiers surrounding them. The united army was being surrounded and overwhelmed by the massive force by Uragiru’s forces.
No matter how Valverno could overlook the events, this army was being torn down. The hopes the demigod he thought he had was being demolished before his eyes.
This can’t be over! Not here, not now! Valverno crunched his eyebrows at the disadvantages he was having. He could feel the great despair clinging to his spine and paralyzing his head. His thought processing in his mind was beginning to overwhelm him and everything he thought in his battle planning had turned against him. It seemed he was at the end.
“This is not going to end for me!”
He gave out a loud roar and the Crystal Sword, which he left behind for someone else to hold, came flying to his hand. When he grabbed it, he immediately plunged the blade into the earth.
Suddenly, there was a sudden quake that pounded the battlefield. Large cracks and trenches were formed when Valverno impounded his sword into the ground. The smoke blistering from his wings sheered his entire body; his eyes shined brightly through the engulfing smoke. With a loud voice, he gave a loud cry:
Against all obstacles and their odds
I have power given to me from the gods
From beneath these dead, cold meadows
Answer my call, God of Shadows
Then his smoke rose very sharply and spread away from his body. He still had his corrupted body form of his human form but his wings became the blue-glowing wings as with his legs. The smoke that was smoldering from
